Chapter 1917

"How did you come?"

"Do you have the money?"

There came two men's low voices. Fang Jiamei frowned and listened carefully, hoping to hear something.

"Here, Mr. Lin said. This is the last time. I'm on the phone. Be careful, Mr. Lin is not polite!"

With the threat of the assistant, another man chuckled and walked away.

After a while, Fang Jiamei felt that another person had left, so she turned on the mobile phone lighting and left the alley.

Back on the road with lights, Fang Jiamei finally relaxed her tense and depressed mood. She gasped slightly and sat on the roadside with soft legs to rest.

Echoing the dialogue between them, Fang Jiamei can vaguely guess what the man behind must know, otherwise it is impossible to threaten Lin Zhongping to give money.

It's just What do you know?

Is it the death of my father?

If so, find that person and you'll know everything.

But the alley was too remote and dark to see what it looked like.

It's too difficult to find such a person. I hope my brother can have some clues.

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as the time approached ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Jiacheng took a look at the time and suddenly felt very quiet sitting on the sofa.

Without that noisy woman, I'm not used to it.

It seems that she won't be back tonight.

With a sigh, Fang Jiacheng turns on the computer, calls out the information and process about Fang Shaozhong's fraud company, and looks at it carefully.

The whole thing seems to have no loopholes and problems, but the only thing that makes him doubt is why Fang Shaozhong did it?

If fang had any deficit or difficulty, he could be excused, but he didn't.

He checked Fang's account and there was no problem.

Is it true that grandfather and uncle are behind the scenes?

Leaning back to the chair, Fang Jiacheng looks at the ceiling and suddenly feels physically and mentally tired.

He has been living a good life all the time. Although the Fang family is not so rich, they are also well-off. Since childhood, most of them haven't suffered much. When he entered the entertainment industry at the age of 18, he began to be independent, but he never took on so many things.

Generally speaking, his life was carefree, but it was broken from the moment of his father's death.

Bearing a huge debt, but also facing the decline of the cause, and now there are grandfather and uncle involved, the matter has become not simple.

To be honest, he is a little tired.

But this tired, but no one can share.

Bang.

The door is closed gently. Fang Jiacheng looks up at the entrance. Bai Shiqi is lowering her head to change her shoes, simple sportswear and simple hair. She looks casual and lazy.

Slowly came in, Bai Shiqi looked at him sitting there and yawned, "haven't you slept yet?"

Fang Jiacheng nodded and looked at her slender figure. "I thought you wouldn't come back."

Bai Shiqi scratched her hair, and her eyes couldn't open any more. She waved to him feebly, "it's too boring at home. I'll go to sleep first."

After taking a bath upstairs and blowing her hair casually, Bai Shiqi pours directly on the bed. She is so tired that she doesn't even want to say anything.

Every time she went back to filming, she felt tired.

My heart is tired.

Fang Jiacheng went upstairs and saw her lying in the middle of the bed in a big shape. She shook her head helplessly and went into the bathroom

With the sound of flowing water, Bai Shiqi slowly opens her eyes and looks at a place in a daze.

Just came back, to meet her is not a dark room, but bright and warm lights, let her some greedy feeling.