Young Master Gu, your wife's vest has fallen off again

"Dad, is it possible that Zhong Fuhong, an old fellow, is cheating by bringing so many people here?"

Wang Yufan looked a little nervous, there were only two of them, but Zhong Fuhong had countless bodyguards here, each of them could drown them with a spit.

"Um……"

Wang Jianshan squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the few people walking towards them, and thought hard. He also thought about this possibility, but with so many people present, he ignored Zhong Fuhong's importance to Zhong Hu. If Zhong Fuhong is If he wanted to die, then he, Wang Jianshan, would really fall into his hands today.

"Yufan, you stand behind me. If something goes wrong in a while, you just turn around and leave me alone. I will support them first. You go back and call Manager Li, and then ask him to bring someone here to meet us. Even Zhong Fuhong wouldn't dare to do anything to me, if he didn't want a war between the two families."

Wang Jianshan's momentum leaked faintly, he stretched out his hand to stop Wang Yufan behind him, and gave him orders in a deep voice.

Wang Yufan watched the scene in front of him nervously.

"Is it really going to war?"

"Master, we are about to reach the place, just ahead."

Mo Lao sat on the car seat and raised his head to look at Zhonglouyu. He had already arrived at the cemetery.

"Well, let's go too."

Zhong Louyu sat up straight, stood up slowly, looked at the scenery outside, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. How should Zhong Fuhong face him next?

It's really exciting.

"Crack."

Zhong Louyu opened the car door and walked out directly. Mo Lao quietly followed behind him with a mysterious smile on his face. They wanted to give Zhong Fuhong a big surprise.

……

"Dad, they're here."

Standing behind Wang Jianshan, Wang Yufan glanced at the group of people walking towards them, unavoidably becoming a little nervous. Although Wang Jianshan told him that Zhong Fuhong would not take action against them, it was inevitable that Zhong Fuhong would not go berserk.

"Well, Yu Fan, you stay here and don't move. Zhong Fuhong and I can deal with it. Try not to talk."

Wang Jianshan pushed his glasses, his face looked very calm, he was not afraid of Zhong Fuhong, he didn't have the guts to attack them, how would he dare with so many people?Besides, Wang Jianshan's forces are not vegetarians. Even if they are assassinated here, Guanshi Li will definitely lead people here to counterattack. Will Zhong Fuhong be able to stand their anger by then?
Wang Yufan didn't know this, he just stood behind Wang Jianshan in a daze, and looked forward with his head exposed. That person was indeed Zhong Fuhong, but his face was livid at the moment.

"Wang Jianshan, what are you doing here today?"

"This is not the place you should be."

Zhong Fuhong waved his hands to the men behind him, signaling them not to act rashly. He really wanted to destroy Wang Jianshan at that moment just now, but he also said that he stopped this idea because he couldn't just do it for himself. Think about it, those who rely on him to enjoy the shade still need his big tree for shelter.

"Hehe, Brother Zhong, why are you so ignorant? We only met a few days ago."

Wang Jianshan chuckled, looking at Zhong Fuhong's posture, he probably wouldn't have made a move, otherwise he wouldn't be wasting words with him here, and then he was secretly relieved, no matter what happened to him, nothing happened, but Wang Yufan couldn't stay here here.

Wang Jianshan raised his eyebrows at Zhong Fuhong, and he already knew what he meant. He was hinting at the alliance between Zhong Fuhong and the others. Although both of them knew how fragile this alliance was, it was an alliance after all. It is said that the two people who are somewhat involved, at least have the same goal.

"Hmph, let's discuss the matter as it stands. This matter has nothing to do with that matter. This is not the place for you to come. Please go back."

Zhong Fuhong snorted coldly. Of course he could hear what Wang Jianshan meant, but Zhong Hu's matter had nothing to do with the alliance. To be honest, there was really nothing involved except that the two had the same goal, so Zhong Fuhong really didn't want to Even if they had anything to do with him, the two of them were just using each other to deal with an enemy they couldn't contend with. In fact, the two of them were still hostile, at least until the cause of Zhong Hu's death was figured out.

"Hehe, Brother Zhong, don't be so ignorant. I came today with good intentions and nothing else. I just brought my dog ​​to see Zhong Hu off."

Wang Jianshan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. Looking at Zhong Fuhong's face, he knew that he was thinking too much, but this is not the place to talk.

As he said that, he moved half a step to the side, revealing Wang Yufan behind him. The purpose of his coming today was to let Zhong Fuhong clear up his suspicion of Wang Yufan, so he brought Wang Yufan to the funeral.

"Oh? Wang Yufan wants to attend my son's funeral?"

Hearing Wang Jianshan's words, a mysterious smile appeared on Zhong Fuhong's face, but he looked at Wang Yufan with a strange look in his eyes, and he didn't know what it meant.

Standing in front of the crowd, Wang Yufan looked a little nervous, lowered his head and dared not look directly at Zhong Fuhong.

"Looked up."

Wang Jianshan looked at Wang Yufan's useless appearance, and immediately shouted in a cold voice, how could he have the demeanor he used to?With such an appearance, how could he feel at ease to hand over the rights to him?
Seeing his useless appearance, I felt angry for a while.

"Forehead."

Wang Yufan was shocked by Wang Jianshan's scolding, and then slowly raised his head to look at Wang Jianshan. At this moment, he was looking at himself angrily, gritting his silver teeth as if he hated iron.

Wang Yufan turned his head slowly and looked at the group of people in front of him. They were staring at him in unison. Wang Yufan was uncomfortable looking at him. Facing these old guys, he had a feeling of being seen through. It feels like they are not on the same level at all.

"Wang Yufan, you said you would come to my son's funeral?"

Zhong Fuhong squinted his eyes slightly, and there was a faint burst of aura in his body, but he had been suppressed by him all the time. The raging fire in his heart seemed to be unstoppable. He had been trying not to cry just now. He was a father with white hair. Can he bear it when someone sends a black-haired person?
The reason why he endured the pain in his heart was because he was the head of the family. If he collapsed, the forces in the family would attack him, so he, the father, could not show the slightest emotion , but looking at the photo on the tomb, his heart was like a knife.

At this moment, he could only turn his grief into a raging fire. There was only so much he, a father, could do for his son.