Chapter 479

I not only covered all the hospitalization and nutrition expenses of the driver, but also gave him a big red envelope, which was a shock to him.

He took it over and said, "madam, with such a big red envelope, I'll send out such a small accident once a month."

I glared at him: "you don't want to kill me, but also once a month, nerve!"

"These journalists are going too far." I muttered to myself, "if you don't have any real evidence, you'll talk nonsense."

I looked out of the window, and those reporters were all trotting in the back of the car without the help of their bodyguards. What's the use of following? You can't catch up.

I was relieved and the car slid slowly.

Close the door, and all the fuss will be shut out of the car.

He was smiling, holding my hand on the car.

He really dares to say that I hurry to see sang Qi's face.

A reporter held up a microphone and yelled to us across the mountain: "Sang Dong, are you crying like a cat? Do you think it's too fake? Or, in a disguised way, you admit that Zhou Zihao is your father's illegitimate son. Do you mean to hit your father in the face? "

Sang Qi took my hand to walk outside the door, flashing lights, in this rainy day, I can't open my eyes.

Walking out of the auditorium, I felt very heavy. The reporters were stopped by the bodyguards outside the door, which opened a safe distance from us.

Angels always come to see him for the last time, even if they take a long look.

Zhou Zihao also said that I am an angel, right?

Shaking his head for the last time, he said, "we should see you off."

Sang Qi hugged me tightly and patted me on the back: "sorry, I shouldn't have brought you."

But Zhou Zihao and I don't know each other very well.

After all, I feel strong, but I am a woman after all.

My tears flowed half the water tank. When sang Qi came, I could not cry any more.

Such a small child has no life, nothing to say, the last time to the police station of those aunts what also disappeared.

The funeral was short. It was over in ten minutes.

Sang Qi didn't embarrass me either. He took the flower in my hand and walked over.

I stood at a distance, handed the white rose in my hand to Sang Qi and asked him to put it on Zhou Zihao's coffin for me. Then I didn't go.

Such a lovely child, such a hard life.

I also remember when he came to our house to play, holding my hand and saying I was an angel.

I'm afraid I'll see him. I can't get rid of his poor appearance all my life.

It's just a kid about the age of sugar. Now he's lying in such a cold place.

Zhou Zihao was lying in a small crystal coffin. I didn't dare to look at it.

Sang Qi patted my hand and walked into the auditorium together.

I want to go back and beat him for what he said. My fist is tight.

The reporter came back to his senses and cried: "no one from the Sang family came to Zhou Zihao's funeral, but as a suspect who might have killed Zhou Zihao, did you come to the funeral instead to confuse the public?"

At this time, the bodyguards came to disperse the reporters, and we were able to move forward.

I didn't expect that this kind of rich family would say that, so they were all confused.

it's very vulgar to look at Mr. sang.

Sang Qi suddenly laughed: "when you don't eat, are you eating excrement?"

I think that reporter must be a little guilty, almost dare not look at sang Qi.

Sang Qi suddenly stopped and looked at the reporter.

A reporter who was not afraid of death said, "Mr. sang, if you don't speak, does that mean you are acquiescent?"

Therefore, sang Qi did not speak, so naturally they were not reconciled.

Before the interview, I had a general conclusion about the conclusion of this interview, that is, I must get the answer I want.

I've been a journalist. I know their psychology best.

He put his arm around my shoulder and walked on without answering a reporter's question.

However, he still has self-control.

Sang Qi looked down at him. With a very contemptuous look, I was afraid that sang Qi would suddenly punch the reporter in the face.

A reporter asked, "Mr. sang, how did you come to Zhou Zihao's funeral? Was it spread on the Internet that he was your brother?"

Those microphones almost poked me and sang Qi in the face. We had to stop.

As soon as we entered the gate, we were surrounded by the media.

Sangqi and I surprised the media. I guess they thought there was nothing to dig this time, but they didn't expect us to come.

Although the media is full of innuendo, they dare not understand it.In the end, he never gave Zhou Zihao an identity.

He just went to identify the body and did not attend Zhou Zihao's funeral.

To my surprise, Mr. sang didn't come.

Zhou Zihao is a child. His funeral is relatively simple. I think there are basically no other people except the media.

I reluctantly laughed with him and stopped talking.

I feel heavy, sang Qi took my hand: "we try our best to bring sorrow."

He's wearing a black suit. Fortunately, it's cloudy today, otherwise it's still very hot in the early autumn.

Sang Qi came back to pick me up as soon as he had cleaned up.

I went upstairs and changed into a black dress. I told Yu Jie to send the soup to the hospital for the old president to drink.

"Well, I'll come back to pick you up later."

I thought, "well, I'll change."

Since he asked me to go, I have no reason to refuse.

Or does he never evade difficult problems, and the more sensitive things are, the more head-on he is?

Er, should I say sangqi is bright?

"In the end, my brother confessed that he was the one who should cover up my family and give me a present."

"Shall we go, too?" I am stunned: "can not be appropriate?"

"You come with me."

"Oh." I don't know what to say except hum.

My heart sank. I didn't pay much attention to Zhou Zihao because of a small accident yesterday. Now when I say that he is going to die today, I don't feel like it.

"Today, Zhou Zihao is at a funeral."

The next day, I cooked the soup at home and was ready to send it to the old president. Sang Qi called me.

Forget it. Anyway, sang Qi said he would check.

Last time I was in a hurry, I didn't even remember to pick up my mobile phone to take photos.

"I've only seen the back of his head, and I don't see what he looks like."

The driver laughed. I asked him, "do you think he looks familiar with the driver who killed us last time?"

"They were ordered." Sang Qi said with a smile: "otherwise, how can you have such courage to talk nonsense?"

"By whom?"

Sang Qi looked at me seriously, his black pupil flashing a strange light: "you think about it, this thing is full of storm, but there is a person who is unusually quiet, isn't it a bit strange?"