President's Dad: Arresting the Reporter's Wife

The big hand with strong bones picked up the red wine glass next to it, and took a sip intentionally or unintentionally. There was not much expression or information on the handsome face, but the pair of black eyes were extremely deep.

After a while, he picked up the phone again, pressed a series of numbers, and then said in a majestic voice, "Make arrangements, I will go to the funeral in person tomorrow."

A slight night breeze blows the shadows of the trees.

In the middle of the night, the bright moonlight was like a lover's hand, caressing this pale yellow villa, the huge circular swimming pool, and the glistening water almost accommodated the entire night sky.

A burst of water splashed, and a body comparable to a male model emerged from the water, and the water droplets slid down the bronzed skin, reflecting the light of the night.

With slender and strong legs, he stepped out of the swimming pool, grabbed the white bathrobe on the rattan chair, casually put it on his body, and turned over to sit on the comfortable armchair. of evil.

It's not that he has nothing to do, he insists on swimming here at night, he just wants to find an excuse to vent his irritability, in this wrestling game, he hurt his most beloved woman, which made him feel like he was saving money. Like a fire.

Since the other party is so sophisticated in planning everything and has his sights on Xia Shuiyue, it is good that he has enough energy to continue playing until the other party's death is horrible.

Looking up at the time, it will be Lan Zhenglin's funeral in a few hours. According to the relationship between the Mu family and the Lan family, he should also attend the funeral. What's more, he is very aware of the pain Xia Shuiyue is facing. Fortunately, I can see her in a few hours. After this time, I will never let her leave me again.

At this time, a bodyguard came over and said softly, "President, call."

"Is the plane ready?" Mu Junqian asked while answering the phone.

"You can take off at any time." After the bodyguard said, he stepped back.

A pair of eagle eyes scanned the string of numbers, and the corners of her thin lips raised slightly.

"Xuan, should I say good evening or good morning?"

There was an unruly chuckle from the opposite side.

"Damn, that's the question I wanted to ask you too. I think you're supposed to be on the plane to South Asia."

The news of Lan Zhenglin's death has spread widely, and Si's news is always the most sensitive. At this time, it is not surprising that Mu Jungan asked this question.

"Xuan, Si's information system really makes me more and more interested."

"Thank you, I think you will be more interested in this next matter." Si Shaoxuan said lightly.

"How much do you want to blackmail me?" Mu Junqian asked loudly.

"Damn it, I'm afraid you'll leave your precious daughter alone in South Asia." Si Shaoxuan's teasing voice was faintly dignified.

"Tell me, what's the matter." His words gave Mu Jungan a strange feeling.

"In the previous twelve hours, someone died in a car accident. You know the person who died."

"Who?"

"Government officials in Rome used to have close contacts with NK Group."

Mu Junqian naturally understood the meaning of his words, raised his eyebrows inadvertently, and a stream of light flashed in his eyes.He raised his voice and asked, "You said this person died in a car accident?"

"That's right, what interested you was the scene of the car accident - two cars collided quickly on the road where no one was driving, and were killed on the spot, and the deceased who caused the trouble was obviously Lian Jiazi."

Mu Junqian moved his body, his slender fingers clenched the phone tightly, and his voice involuntarily became deeper.

"Xuan, you mean"

"Yes, the situation is very similar to the situation 20 years ago. Moreover, my trace inspection experts have also analyzed the previous data. It can basically be determined that the two car accidents were not accidents. I blocked the official intervention, and the next thing to do is Autopsy and forensic comparison."

When talking about this matter, Si Shaoxuan's usual unruly voice became a bit more serious.

In an instant, Mu Junqian's eyes looking into the distance became cold and sharp, as if every pore under the bathrobe was filled with a frightening coldness.Si Shaoxuan's words were like nuclear weapons, instantly setting off a storm in his heart.

A few seconds later, a deep voice rose: "Xuan, I see."

After all, he hung up without hesitation.

A moment later, Angzang appeared in a black suit, covering Ang Zang's sturdy figure, in the parking lot. In the night, his handsome and evil face was like a rebirth of Satan.

"President, are you leaving now?" The bodyguard followed up and asked.

"To Rome." There was an irresistible authority in the deep voice.

The bodyguard was stunned for a second, and replied forcefully: "Yes."

The white private plane soared into the sky, and the night of Dubai gradually moved away from sight, and the star-like eagle eyes became more and more icy and serious.

The bodyguards sitting in the next row quietly glanced at the sculpture-like figure from time to time. Although they didn't know what happened, it must be very important, otherwise they wouldn't change the schedule temporarily.

Mu Junqian looked at the time, his eyebrows moved, he must have missed the funeral, sorry, Yue'er, wait for me.
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Lan Zhenglin's funeral is a major event in South Asia.

In the huge royal cemetery, the blue sky is the cover, the green grass is the ground, the pines and cypresses are shaded, and the snow-white tombstones lined up are solemn and solemn.

Because there were many dignitaries from the political circles and business tycoons present, a lot of high-end security facilities were dispatched. In addition to the bodyguards of the Lan family, there were also government police forces to maintain security.

The barricade made of black veils not only separates the aisle where guests pass by in the middle and the photo area reserved for the media on both sides, but also blocks the approach of various media, but even so, it cannot stop the reporters from quietly Approaching and flashing spotlights.

Thousands of white chrysanthemums surrounded the huge photo of Lan Zhenglin, with kind eyes and kind eyes, one could still see a kind of calm majesty.

In front of the photo, everyone was dressed in black, and even the air was full of grief.

Such a scene showed the magnificence and prestige of the Lan family.

The funeral has not yet officially started. Two bodyguards wearing black sunglasses followed Lan Yuting into the scene. They were dressed in black suits, and their square faces were dignified and painful, but they did not lose their majesty at all. The heir, after Lan Zhenglin passed away, he also became the helm of the family as it should be.

And behind him, followed by Lan Aiyu in a black dress, her slightly curly long hair was simply tied into a bun behind her head, looking capable and neat, a well-tailored long black dress, and a thin necklace on her neck On the chest, there is a cross-shaped black gemstone, which shows not only the solemnity, but also the unique femininity of women.The face with little makeup, the slightly lowered eyes, with a little bit of pain.

When the two stood on the side of the family area, saluting slightly to the guests, Lan Aiyu's gaze cast forward from time to time, as if waiting for someone to appear.

At this time, a person dressed as a bodyguard walked quickly to the two of them, and said in a low voice: "Master, Miss, just now there is news that President Mu temporarily changed the itinerary."

"What?" Lan Aiyu's first reaction was disappointment, a rare opportunity, is it going to be missed like this again? !

"What's the reason?" Lan Yuting also seemed a little surprised.The Lan family and the Mu family are family friends, so it's impossible for him not to come.

"It's not very clear, there is no news at the moment."

Lan Aiyu couldn't help but put away her little hands, and said coldly: "It's really missing the show if he doesn't come."

Lan Yuting patted her on the back lightly, and said softly: "It's nothing, Ai Yu."

Then he turned around and told the bodyguard: "Find out the reason as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Just as the bodyguard turned around and left, there was a murmur of discussion in the originally quiet funeral scene, and the spotlights in the distance began to flicker.

Jun followed everyone's gaze, and a gloomy light suddenly flashed in Lan Aiyu's beautiful eyes.
The two people who walked in from the entrance were Xia Shuiyue and Fu Bo.

Xia Shuiyue is wearing a simple black shirt today. The lace decoration on the neckline highlights her unique luxury. The black trousers look like a pair of well-proportioned and slender legs. The simple ponytail gives this outfit a little more dark tone Smart.

After a sleepless night, her small face, which was originally as creamy as porcelain, looked extraordinarily pale. A pair of big black sunglasses covered a pair of black crystal-like eyes, and also covered the redness and sadness in the eyes, and her pink lips Also because of haggard and become pale and feeble.

Under the sun, with a petite figure facing the sky, she was all in black, with only the emerald on her wrist as the only embellishment.

The two walked along the road surrounded by veils one after the other. The reporters on both sides kept taking pictures and talking to each other.

"Look, she is Xia Shuiyue, the one with the highest exposure rate recently."

"It turns out that she is Xia Shuiyue, the person in charge of the LOS brand. I heard that she is also the mistress of the president of the Mu Consortium."

"She looks really young, which is a pity."

"She is really beautiful, even more beautiful than those photos, no wonder those hooligans would, even me, I can't control it."

"What's so stinky, you can't turn to someone like her."

"That's not necessarily the case, you think she is still a golden branch and a jade leaf."

"What are you talking about, this is the first time she has shown herself after the accident, so hurry up and take a few more pictures."

"Yes."

The sound of camera shutters was heard one after another, and the excitement of the reporters was higher than at any previous moment.Because whether it is news, business, entertainment, or even fashion, you can find selling points from her.Many people even came here specially to wait for Xia Shuiyue, because they knew that she was a descendant of the South Asian royal family, and she would definitely attend Lan Zhenglin's funeral. What a great opportunity this is.Maybe a photo can be exchanged for money that can't be spent in a lifetime.

Although their voices were not loud, they still floated into Xia Shuiyue's ears vaguely. It should be a sunny day, but she felt it was freezing cold.

Uncle Fu took a step forward, and gently patted her thin shoulder with his big old hand, giving her silent comfort.

When she walked out of the room this morning, everyone was surprised. She became extremely pale overnight, so pale that it made people feel distressed.However, although the crystals in the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, the inherent cleanliness did not diminish at all.

At the age of 19, she is indeed much stronger than the average person.But at this moment, Uncle Fu still felt the trembling from her body, it was not fear, but heartache.

Xia Shuiyue turned her head and slightly raised the corners of her lips, signaling that she was fine.Then he took a step towards the huge photo in the middle.

Just as the two of them were passing by the media area, a sharp voice suddenly came:

"Miss Xia, can you respond to what happened in Rome?"