Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

Wen Qian waited patiently in the back hall, and ate fruit by the way, and someone came to invite her out after a while.

When everyone in the front hall saw Wen Qian and Sheng Jing coming out of the back hall together, they had different expressions.

"Thank you for coming to my father's funeral. Someone Sheng will remember you all."

"Boss Sheng is being polite."

"Mr. Sheng is young and promising, and we will have to rely on Mr. Sheng's care in the future."

A wave of commercial bragging made Sheng Jing sneer in his heart, but the smile on his face remained undiminished. The next step was to present flowers. Sheng Jing put the first white flower in front of Sheng Xiang's spirit.

This is also a local custom. Flowers can bring comfort to the soul of the deceased, and the road will not be so monotonous.

Chu Yao and his wife put the second flower.

Wen Qian placed the third flower on behalf of the Fu family, and as soon as she moved around, the whispers behind her obviously increased.

"This is Fu Yicheng's wife? Fu Yicheng found an exquisite vase and put it home."

"Yeah, it looks like an empty shelf with nothing but beauty."

The wives and wives of big families are not particularly outstanding in appearance. Take Mrs. Chu Yao as an example. The standard ladies are beautiful, but they are not ugly.

Chu Shixing heard whispers beside him, and complained that these people spoke too indiscriminately.

Treating Wen Qian as a vase would be the most wrong perception in their life.

He came forward with white flowers and Wen Xinyu.

Wen Xinyu and Wen Qian looked at each other, she was standing closest to Shengjing, and it was hard to talk at this occasion.

Wen Qian nodded in response, she didn't expect that Chu Shixing would bring her to attend, it seemed that she could rest assured.

As time passed, there were more and more white flowers on the desk, until the last bouquet of white flowers was sent out, and Sheng Jing announced the next session.

"Everyone, the table is ready, everyone please move."

Wen Qian had already stood until her calf was numb, and her eyes lit up when she heard about eating.

But as soon as he took the first step, Sheng Jing stopped him: "Follow me."

Many people saw it, but no one came forward to question it. Chu Yao looked thoughtfully at the corner where Sheng Jing and Wen Qian disappeared.

"Don't go to the back hall, I have prepared a table for you alone."

Wen Qian looked at the hand held by Sheng Jing, and Sheng Jing let it go belatedly, and his fingers were unnaturally placed behind his back.

She understood Shengjing's painstaking efforts: "Everyone is here, it's not good that I, who represent the Fu family, are not here."

"But……"

"Don't worry, I'm not so fragile." Wen Qian smiled brightly, she was a woman who couldn't even help Sheng Tong's director.

Sheng Xiang's funeral did not invite the media, but the directors' mouths were no less sharp than the reporters.

Under Wen Qian's insistence, Sheng Jing still brought Wen Qian to the back hall. Everyone had already found their seats according to their status. Wen Qian's appearance quieted down the lively place.

This kind of reaction will only appear when you speak ill of people behind their backs and see them in person.

Wen Qian looked around, she didn't know many people, but there was obvious hostility when looking at her.

"Sit." Sheng Jing opened the stool for Wen Qian, a move that even the members of the Sheng family couldn't stand.

"Mr. Sheng, isn't it appropriate for Mrs. Fu to sit here?" The one who refuted was the lead director who refuted Shengjing in Sheng's meeting room before, and many directors only followed him.

"What? You even have to take care of a seat now?"

Sheng Jing's eyes were cold, Wen Qian was his honored guest, and he would not allow anyone to hurt him, not even in words.

"Did you forget that Mr. Sheng's death has something to do with Fu Yicheng."

Finally someone said it, Wen Qian stood up and pushed away Sheng Jing's figure standing in front of her: "Who are you?"

"I am the chairman of Sheng's Investment, Mrs. Fu can just call me Mr. Zhu." Among so many people, he really deserves the word "old".

There are many investors in the Sheng family who hold shares, which is why Shengjing can't move them for the time being, because once they want to move, they have to be uprooted.

The others were all watching the fun, and there were many people gloating about their misfortune, wanting to see what kind of abilities Fu Yicheng, a lady who had never heard of in the celebrity circle, was capable of.

"Director Zhu, don't talk nonsense about things without evidence."

"Hmph, who doesn't know that Fu Yicheng is so skillful, even if there is any evidence, he would have wiped it away long ago. Isn't it a sign of guilt that he didn't come today?"

"Yi Cheng didn't come, but I'm here. Don't blame Wen for being rude if Director Zhu talks about these nonsensical things again."

The murderous look on Wen Qian's body was released, and Director Zhu seemed to see Sheng Jing's dismissive gaze from Wen Qian's eyes during the meeting.

But how could he be afraid of a woman?
"Mr. Wen, this is the funeral of our Sheng family." The implication was that she had to weigh up what she wanted to do.

Wen Qian raised her eyes to confirm with Sheng Jing, Sheng Jing felt that it would be good to use Wen Qian's hand to teach Director Zhu a lesson, so she made a gesture calmly to indicate that she agreed.

Zhao Daixin's figure flashed behind Wen Qian, and quickly stunned Director Zhu. Although Director Zhu was twice the size of Zhao Daixin, but all the years of big fish and meat were bred to be empty flesh, even Zhao Daixin's [-]% strength was stronger Can't live.

"What are you doing?" The members of the Sheng family were anxious.

Shengjing's confidantes immediately surrounded the adult wall and confronted his family.

"Xiaoxin, take it down and treat her well."

Sheng Jing felt that Wen Qian's aura had changed. If he had put it in the past, he would never have thought that these words would come out of Wen Qian's mouth.

It seems that we haven't seen each other for a while, and Wen Qian has grown even more.

With Shengjing's obstruction, and the fact that Director Zhu, who usually takes the lead, has been captured by Wen Qian, the others dare not really make trouble no matter how unwilling they are.

Chu Yao put his hands on the table and applauded: "It was a good show, can we eat now?"

Sheng Jing changed his smiling face: "Everyone, enjoy yourself, today is that Sheng has not entertained you well." After finishing speaking, he went to the backyard with Wen Qian, regardless of their expressions.

"Sissy almost bluffed me just now, when did she become so decisive?"

The coldness on Wen Qian's body has not yet dissipated, and when Sheng Jing said this, she subconsciously thought in a bad direction: "Why, am I scary?"

"That's not what I meant." The hairs on Sheng Jing's body stood on end, and Wen Qian's eyes were more piercing when she looked at him just now.

When they came to the back kitchen where Director Zhu was temporarily placed, Zhao Daixin splashed him awake with a bucket of water, and Director Zhu struggled to call for help.

Zhao Daixin stepped on his hand bones neatly, so that Director Zhu could be questioned by Wen Qian obediently.

"what--"

The screams from the back kitchen frightened half of the people in the front hall so that they couldn't eat, but Chu Yao and Chu Shixing ate well.

"Second brother already knew."

"I don't understand what elder brother is talking about." Chu Shixing really didn't know, when he returned to the capital, he was either busy with work or accompanied Wen Xinyu, where did he find the time to investigate the Sheng family's affairs?