Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang, who is addicted to idols and can't help himself: "Oh."

Gone?

Does she care about him anymore?

Don’t love him anymore?

Jiang Zhi glanced at her mobile phone and saw her nickname, which was no longer ‘Jiang Zhi’s Girlfriend 033’, but changed to ‘Yunsheng’s Mother Fan 015’.

He said, his tone became severe: "Change back."

"what?"

"first name."

She hesitated: "Could you not change it? We have to unify the nickname format in our fan group." She also just changed it today.

Jiang Zhi said no: "Last time I liked your comment, everyone knows that you are my girlfriend. With this name, everyone knows Jiang Zhi's girlfriend is a fan of Xiao Yunsheng."

These are all excuses.

He is not happy that her nickname bears the names of other men.

Zhou Xufang didn't play much on Weibo, and he knew nothing about it: "Can't you let others know?"

"There will be a lot of messy people who believe in you privately."

Zhou Xufang suddenly realized: "No wonder there are so many private messages today." She understood, "Then I will go to register for a snood trumpet."

Jiang Zhi grinds his posterior molars.

Can't beat, curse, or even be fierce, how can this girlfriend manage?

When Zhou Xufang finished, he raised his head and met Jiang Zhi's death gaze.

Her urge to live away from home finally knew that she had come back: "I have changed my big nickname back."

And: "I also follow your support club."

And: "There are super words."

"Oh, is it?" He didn't seem to take it seriously, as if he was a generous boyfriend. He couldn't tell that he was jealous and angry, so he changed the subject casually, "It's very cold today, so don't buy ice cream. Up."

Zhou Xufang, who was deprived of snacks: "..."

Suddenly someone called: "Brother Zhi."

It was Luo Changfang's family, all wearing black formal attire, to attend Luo Changde's funeral.

Luo Changfang came over and asked, "Why don't you go in?" He looked at Zhou Xufang, his tone was like a gentle elder, "Xu Fang is also here."

Zhou Xufang greeted: "Hello, Auntie." Nodded to Jiang Weili again.

"Go to the car and wait for me." Jiang Zhi said, involuntarily speaking.

Zhou Xufang entered the play very quickly. He turned his head one step at a time and looked at Jiang Zhi with grievances, sorrows, and reluctance. He expressed the sad mood of not being pityed by his boyfriend but sad and upset.

Jiang Zhi felt that his girlfriend's acting skills had improved again.

"Why don't you take her in with her?" Luo Changfang took Jiang Weili's hand and entered the mourning hall.

Jiang Zhi replied: "The occasion is not suitable."

Over there, Zhou Xufang left the funeral home and made a call: "Tang thinks, are you there yet?"

Tang wanted to say, "There are five minutes left."

Luo Changde was in Tang Xiang's car.

Zhou Xufang hung up the phone, looked at the time, looked around, and got into a police car parked on the side of the road.

The guests of condolences arrived one after another, all placed in the reception room next to the mourning hall, and the coffin was about to be closed in a quarter of an hour.

There was no heartbreaking, no hysteria. The air pressure in the mourning hall was very low. Xu Yun stood beside the coffin with red eyes, Luo Yinghe on one side, her head down all the way.

Luo Qinghe answered the phone outside.

"How are the shares handled?"

The other party is Luo's group lawyer: "It is not yet transferable."

The Luo family is a family business. Ninety percent of the 10% shares are in the hands of the Luo family. When the Luo family was separated, Luo Huaiyu did not fully delegate power. He held 20% of the shares and the remaining 70%. The son and the eldest granddaughter each hold 20%, and the remaining 10% is divided among the three daughters Luo Changfang.

After the death of his second son, Luo Changan, his shares were divided into two and given to his wife and daughter.

The part that Luo Qinghe has to deal with is the shares under the name of Luo Changde.

She asked the lawyer: "What's the matter?"

"I asked about the estate notarization. Luo Dong's body has not been found. The police must issue a proof that it is impossible to survive before he can be declared dead." There is another thing, the lawyer said, "The second wife of the Jiang family is also beating these The idea of ​​shares also took advantage of the sharp drop in the stock price to acquire a part of the scattered shares."

Everyone has married to Jiang's house and is still so restless.

Standing in the corridor, Luo Qinghe glanced into the hall. Inside, Luo Changfang was crying in mourning. He was only a little sobbing, but now the crying became fiercer.

"Stare first, and I will contact you later."

Hanging up, she walked into the mourning hall.

The guests who came to the memorial service came out from inside, saw her, and said in a heavy tone: "Sorrow and change."

This person is an executive of Luo's family, and he likes to slap a horse in front of her father.

"Sorrow and change."

"Sorrow and change."

"..."

In this case, Luo Qinghe listened to it over and over again. The guests who came to mourn had all kinds of faces, some were confused, some were irrelevant, some endured laughter at the corners of their mouths, fake grief, and some were irrelevant, and even too lazy to pretend Installed.

No wonder people often say that when a person is alive, he will know what kind of person he is.

The people who entered the mourning hall, whether true or false, put on a stick of incense, except for two people, one was Zhou Qingrang and the other was Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Qingrang was watching coldly.

Jiang Zhi walked straight to Luo Qinghe: "Did you bring something?"

She said: "Take it."

He directly handed her the envelope bag in his hand, and gave it so grandiosely, without evasive attention.

There are still guests in the hall.

Luo Qinghe didn't expect him to be so unconcealed: "Here?"

He asked back: "No way?"

He has always been so self-conscious in doing things, without scruples.

Luo Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then took the envelope bag. She opened it and looked at the contents. It was an old tape with the date of recording engraved on the bottom of the tape.

The date matches, it is indeed the original.

After giving the things, Jiang Zhi said, "Give me the memory card."

Luo Qinghe also took it with her. Because she didn't trust others, she gave the memory card of the driving recorder to Jiang Zhi. When the dust settled, she smiled: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Jiang Zhi glanced at his watch: "You won't be happy soon."

Luo Qinghe was taken aback for a moment: "What does this mean?"

He looked at his watch and counted unhurriedly: "Five, four, three, two, one--"

As soon as the voice fell, a group of police suddenly broke in at the door.

Luo Qinghe's hand holding the envelope bag tightened, and looked at the door coldly: "Are you here to express condolences?"

It was Cheng Squad of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. He brought his brother over. He walked in and showed the police card: "We are here to arrest people."

Luo Qinghe's face was very ugly, and he held back his anger: "Team Cheng, are you making a mistake? Today is my father's funeral. The people who came here are all my relatives and friends from the Luo family, but they are not vicious criminals."

Come at this time...

The palm of her hand holding the envelope bag started to sweat.

The Cheng team was selfless and selfless, in an official tone: "If it is a criminal, I will find out after bringing it back for trial." He fumbled his handcuffs out of his pocket.

Suddenly, there was no sound in the mourning hall.

I only heard Luo Qinghe's voice, strained: "Is there an arrest warrant?"

Team Cheng took it out of his pocket and spread it out: "Luo Qing and Miss Luo, now suspect that you are involved in an intentional murder case. Please come with our police."