Chapter 422 Robbery x Beautiful Lady (2)
The man spoke in a very slow tone, and one could hear his undisguised joy and smile.
Even though the person buried before him was his father.
No one spoke for a moment, everyone concealed their true emotions and looked at the uninvited guest in front of them.
After a moment, Zhong Jiang walked over respectfully, "Second Young Master, are you back home?"
Fu Huaisi glanced at him up and down, took the cigarette butt from between his lips and flicked it.
All the cigarette ashes fell on Zhong Jiang's brand new black suit.
Zhong Jiang's expression remained unchanged. "I'm sorry, Second Young Master. The old man has instructed that his funeral be simple. You're busy with your career in the United States, so I don't want to bother you with such trivial matters."
There was still half a cigarette left. Fu Huaisi threw it to the ground, crushed it with his foot, and then patted Zhong Jiang on the shoulder.
"Oh, so I'm not welcome."
He just lightly exposed everyone's hidden thoughts.
Qiu Huaxun knew that his time was up, so he held a private meeting within the group. Simply put, it was an abdication meeting to clear all obstacles for Qiu Chengan.
Anyone who supported Fu Huaisi or had private contact with him was dismissed for various reasons.
Now Qiu Chengan is the largest shareholder of Litai Group and the young master. As for Fu Huaisi, although he has a huge financial holding company in the United States, it is ultimately only abroad.
What's more, it is a private company he founded himself. No matter how much money he makes, it has nothing to do with them. It is obvious which is more important.
A multiple-choice question with no difficulty.
Seeing Zhong Jiang's ugly expression, Fu Huaisi smiled and patted his face with the back of his hand.
"Why are you so nervous? How long have you been with the old man? Let me think, almost thirteen years."
Zhong Jiang nodded stiffly.
Fu Huaisi withdrew his hand, wiped it clean on his windbreaker, and then said something.
"Just do your best by my big brother's side."
In full view of everyone, he kicked away the bouquet of white daisies next to the tombstone, and the bodyguard behind him immediately handed him a new bunch of flowers.
The wild flowers Qin Xu bought at the market this morning are now drooping due to lack of water.
Fu Huaisi leaned over and placed the wild flowers in the place originally occupied by the white daisy, then respectfully lit two incense sticks and inserted them into the soft soil.
After doing all this, he raised his eyebrows and took off his sunglasses with one hand.
Only then did he notice the woman being supported by two maids.
"Is this the new one the old man brought home?"
He glanced up and down at Shen Yuan, his eyes teasing and curious.
It was as if I had just met her for the first time.
If Wangzi hadn't told her that Fu Huaisi had thoroughly investigated her background before returning to China, Shen Yuan might have actually believed it.
It’s still Zhong Jiang.
"Second Young Master, be careful with your words. This is Mr. Qiu's adopted daughter, Miss Shen."
Fu Huaisi sneered, "Only a bunch of idiots like you believe it."
He slowly walked up to Shen Yuan, his eyes falling on the back of her snow-white neck wrapped in a black dress.
White, so white that it is even dazzling.
I was feeling very restless and the desire to smoke suddenly came over me.
Fu Huaisi licked the tip of his teeth and said, "The old man knew he was going to die, so he was anxious to adopt a vase to accompany him to the end?"
Chen Yuan: .....
You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.
The more he complained in his heart, the more terrified and afraid he looked.
Shen Yuan took two steps back and hid behind Zhong Jiang, her eyes trembling violently as she looked at Fu Huaisi.
Zhong Jiang moved to the side, blocking her more tightly and isolating himself from Fu Huaisi's uncomfortable, playful gaze.
"Second Young Master."
Fu Huaisi clicked his tongue and finally glanced at Zhong Jiang.
It's annoying to be blocked again and again.
The woman hid behind Zhong Jiang, and her pitiful appearance made her look even more annoying.
None of them caught his eye.
Fu Huaisi ignored him and turned around. Standing behind him was Qiu Chengan, who looked pale.
Meeting Fu Huaisi's gaze, Qiu Cheng'an also looked back quietly, his expression calm and sad.
Fu Huaisi approached.
Qiu Chengan lowered his eyes, his voice filled with pleading, "Second brother, stop making trouble."
With just a few words, Fu Huaisi curled his lips and smiled.
Look, how filial and sensible he is.
As the eldest brother, he has been dedicated to honing his acting skills for so many years. After being kicked out of the group tomorrow, entering the entertainment industry will be a good option for him.
Thinking of this, Fu Huaisi smiled even more happily.
He suddenly raised his hand.
Qiu Chengan's brown pupils instinctively shrank for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
Everyone thought he would hide, but he didn't move.
When no one was looking, he even moved a little closer, almost invisibly, his pale lips curled up slightly.
Fu Huaisi, I didn't expect you to be the same as you were two years ago.
Just as impatient...
The expected slap did not fall. Fu Huaisi did not even have the intention of attacking him. He just stretched out his thumb and rubbed it across his face.
He rubbed it very hard, and the areas he rubbed quickly turned red.
There were some white stains on the fingertips. Fu Huaisi glanced at them and said casually:
"Even an old man has to put on makeup at his funeral. Why don't you stop being such an idol?"
Qiu Cheng'an's face darkened slightly and he said nothing.
Fu Huaisi rubbed the foundation on his fingertips onto his body, then twisted his hands in disgust and took out another cigarette and lit it.
With a snap, the flame leaped up.
After Fu Huaisi lit his cigarette, he suddenly thought of something and handed the cigarette box in Qiu Chengan's direction. "Want one?"
Qiu Chengan smiled and pushed it back, "I know it's your nature, but this is my father's funeral, it wouldn't be nice if outsiders saw it."
"You're still like the old man, preaching."
Also annoying.
Fu Huaisi took a deep breath, his face full of comfort, indulging in the pleasure of the smoke pouring into his chest.
With a face like this, even the action of smoking looks particularly good.
The cigarette was half-burned, Fu Huaisi put away the lighter and cigarette box, and his eyes fell on the watch.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he had no intention of staying any longer and patted his wrinkled hem.
"I just returned home and haven't recovered yet. I need to go home to adjust to the time difference and see you all later."
No one responded.
There was a row of conspicuous Maybachs parked outside the cemetery. Fu Huaisi stepped into the Aston Martin in the front.
The culprit who messed up his biological father's funeral left in full view of the public with a large group of bodyguards.
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