The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 367

Xu Zhi’an’s funeral took place on a cloudy, rainy and snowy day The raindrops mixed with snowflakes, falling in the whistling wind. It fell on the bare branches, on the big black umbrella held up, and on the black stone tablet with the photo on it. The young man on the black stone tablet has a smile on his lips, two small pear dimples on his cheeks, and his eyes are shining. The smile is extremely sweet. This is the first time Jiang Luoluo has eaten food cooked by Xu Zhi’an. The adopted big dog wanted to express his gratitude and stubbornly used his hands suitable for painting to buy, choose, wash and cook over and over again. He practiced for a long time and ate many failed products. Finally, one sunny afternoon, he treated his sweetheart to a meal. The photo seems to stay at that moment forever, and the beautiful image can last forever at a glance. Jiang Luoluo, dressed in white, stood under a huge black umbrella, her eyes red from crying and wet. The moisture on the eyelashes is probably stained by tears or infected by the rainy and snowy weather. The slender figure became more and more fragile in the bad weather, and the mist-filled eyes were gleaming and moist, accumulating in the eye sockets. There were not many people in front of the small tombstone, only Gu Peizhi and Xu Zhian, as well as Jiang Yichuan and Jiang Mu. Even Xu Zhian’s biological parents didn’t come. When the rude and philistine men and women heard the news of their son’s death, they did not show the sadness that ordinary parents would have. They pointed their fingers to the sky and cursed angrily for raising a white-eyed wolf who could not die for them, with their mouths full of bad luck. They were slapping the ground, crying left and right, their eyes rolling around Jiang Luoluo and Gu Peizhi. After a few words of “disgrace”, they then naturally asked for money. There was a loud sound of wind and rain. Flying all over the sky. Gu Peizhi, standing next to him, tilted his umbrella to protect him from all the wind, rain, frost and cold. Jiang Luoluo, who was in front of the tombstone, retracted her thoughts, held the white bouquet in her hand, squatted down gently, and placed them in front of the tombstone.

“Xiao’an…” The cry-hoarse voice hesitated, and the almost whispering voice dissipated in the wind, and seemed to be blown by the wind to the ears of the young man standing on the tombstone. This simple memorial ceremony was transmitted to the hospital bed in the form of pictures. Qi Jia, who had a bandage on his waist and abdomen, looked at the people in the photo one by one with a sullen face, and finally landed on Xu Zhi’an’s monument. He doesn’t like Xu Zhi’an. I’m afraid no man would have a good impression of his love rival. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little envious of Xu Zhi’an. No one can compare with the dead. Xu Zhi’an in his youth will be deeply engraved in Jiang Luoluo’s memory. Forever.

“Order a bouquet of flowers and send them over.” Qi Jiayu raised his chin and told the people in the room. Fang’s answer disappeared along with the sound of the door closing. Qi Jiayu tried to get up. The severe pain in his waist and abdomen made him gasp, and then he fell down on the bed as if he was naked. Footsteps came from the corridor, the sound was very deep, like an elderly man’s leather shoes dragging on the ground. Following the “squeak” sound at the door, the moment the ward door was opened, Father Qi’s figure appeared in front of the hospital bed. The other party’s aging face was filled with anger.

Qi Su put his hands behind his head, looked at his father, and curled his lips,

“Father obviously knows everything, why bother to go to the hospital again?” The father frowned and thought. He was about to get angry, but when he saw the bandage on his son, he took a deep breath and buried his anger. He talked to the other party calmly, like a father talking to his son, or like an entrepreneur talking to a business partner:

“In the past few days, the company has been very uneasy.”

“In addition to the good things you have done in the company, they have appeared one after another. Some people started to give us a stumbling block.”

“I checked and found out that that person has a big background and we can’t afford to offend him.” ”

The other party was giving a warning, which can be regarded as pressure. The meaning is very obvious, that is, let us let go of that surname. Ginger.” Qi Jiayu raised his eyes, seeming to feel something. Qi’s father had been staring at his son. When he saw his expression, he sneered:

“After all, I didn’t expect that his surname Jiang gave birth to a good son!”

“One or two of you, for He doesn’t even want his life.” Yu said nothing, just looked at him lazily. Not knowing what was going on, Qi’s father pulled a stool over and sat down, and said angrily:

“That person’s surname is Gu.” Qi Jiayu didn’t react for a moment, but it took him a moment to react. He was the one who joined forces with him to put pressure on Qi’s company.

“Gu Pei’s biological father?” Qi Jia asked. Qi’s father was surprised: “You know?” The person above smiled, turned his fine-lined face, and said in a deep tone:

“I know his affairs better than his own father.” These two love rivals, he The investigation was clear. It’s just that Xu Zhi’an, a boy with good luck, turned into a premature death in the blink of an eye. Now his only strong opponent is Gu Peizhi. When his body is almost healed, it’s time to meet him. Xu Zhian’s death made Jiang Luoluo depressed for a long time. After returning from the cemetery, he would always sit in the rocking chair with his eyes lowered and look quietly into the distance. Even though the case was settled soon after, and Father Jiang returned home after losing some weight, he was not happy for long. Especially at night, when everything was quiet, he huddled into a small ball, huddled under the quilt, and would always torture himself in a low voice. Did he do something wrong? If at the beginning, he had not planned to attack three people at the same time with the intention of completing the mission, then his father would not have been almost imprisoned due to the conspiracy of the Qi family, and Xiao’an would not have died because of this incident. …It seems like he did something wrong. Because of the flapping of the butterfly’s wings, everyone’s fate seems to be connected. 1292621 So later Qi Jia stabbed himself with a knife. Xu Zhian lost his life. My father suffered a terrible disaster. And he himself became a veritable little disaster star. In the silent night, he frowned and curled up his little body to sleep. He would be half asleep and half awake, crying softly and saying “I’m sorry”. Everyone was worried about his state. His mother tried her best to cook delicious food for him, and his father always bought him a bunch of gifts on the way home. Even Jiang Yichuan, who had always been at odds with him, tried to coax him, but it backfired. All help is useless. He is like a pearl hidden in a clam. Qi Jiayu’s injuries have not yet healed, and he is in confinement and cannot go out. Gu Peizhi’s biological father was from a wealthy family in the imperial capital. His family members were no more complex than those in Yuncheng. He always had to travel back and forth just to see Jiang Luoluo. So many times, Jiang Luoluo, curled up in bed, silently tastes loneliness in his own world. The end of December is approaching the New Year. Gu Peizhi, who was tired of work, came back from the imperial capital and rushed to Jiang’s house early in the morning. As a son living abroad, he experienced quite a lot of twists and turns after returning to the Gu family. With the help of his family members, he took the position of head of the family as quickly as possible. When Gu Peizhi entered Jiang’s house, Jiang’s mother was instructing the servants to hang up the holiday decorations in an orderly manner. She was very happy to see Gu Peizhi, and they exchanged a few words. Gu Peizhi took advantage of going to the bathroom to quietly turn around at the stairs, and then went upstairs. The moment the door opened, what came into view was a palace-style velvet quilt that was meandering on the floor. The creamy yellow color made the person under the quilt look even more beautiful. The sleeping person is lying on his side, half of his face sunk into the soft and fluffy quilt, and his slightly messy forehead is half draped over his face, like a realistic version of Sleeping Beauty. The long, curled eyelashes fell obediently under the eyes, casting large thick shadows. The nose was small and delicate, and the petal-like lips were soft red, like petals in full bloom, with a ruby-like luster. The beautiful lips were slightly raised, as if inviting a kiss. His eyes deepened, and his slender fingers with distinct bones rubbed the other person’s soft and small cheek. The face is too soft, and with just a little force, you can make a little pit in the tender jelly-like skin. He softened his strength with pity, touched the other person’s little head with his fingers extremely tenderly, and smoothed the messy soft hair. As if the movement was too big, the sleeping man opened his eyes slightly and looked at him through the slits under his thick eyelashes. Her sleepy eyes were a little confused. After seeing him, her eyelashes trembled and closed again. Like butterfly wings folded together. Gu Peizhi smiled softly, touched the other person’s cheek very gently, and said with a gentle voice:

“Kid.” The person’s eyes opened again, but now there was a little more clarity in the chaos and confusion.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, but was quickly stopped by the man’s big hand:

“Don’t move.” At first, glass fragments from the car flew around, scratching his eyelids and almost leaving a small scar. It took him a long time to recover. . The person who was restrained obediently put down the little hands he was rubbing, swept his delicate eyes behind his wrist, and called him in a soft voice,

“Brother Pei Zhi.” Gu Peizhi’s slightly drooped phoenix eyes were particularly gentle, and he held the other person’s hand. He put his fingers to his lips and kissed her, and his deep voice was magnetic and elegant:

“Children, do you have sweet dreams tonight?” The little beauty blinked her eyes slowly. Gu Peizhi waited for a moment, but instead of seeing the crooked apricot eyes, those big eyes that should have been bright captured the sadness that did not belong to him. There was a dull pain in his heart, and the man with a handsome face tightened his jawline. He bent down and looked at the little beauty with sadness in his eyes:

“Baby…”

“Our baby, why are you unhappy? What?” The little beauty blinked, smiled at him, and denied it:

“How could it be?”

“I’m very happy.”