"..." Shen Xibai couldn't help but took a deep breath, and a nameless anger welled up in his heart, "Everyone has been cremated, what else do these reporters want to photograph? Her urn?"

Gu Yufeng looked at Shen Xi's angry look, blinked, stroked his hair twice, and said solemnly, "Don't be angry."

Shen Xibai paused, silently covering his feverish ears with both hands, hiding from the man's hand that was trying to continue smoothing his hair.

There was a smile in Gu Yufeng's eyes, and he withdrew his hand regretfully.

"The parents of those criminals want to use money to reconcile this family." Gu Yufeng's voice was hoarse and sounded very soft, but his tone was very cold and cold.

"reconciliation?"

Gu Yufeng nodded his head slightly, and raised his eyelids, "These reporters were specially paid for here."

The man paused, and continued to add, "They are not regular reporters. They seem to be reporting in real time, but they are actually harassing, and then deliberately broke the news about the family's address, work unit and other private information, and then the real and fake ones are included. Spread rumors about the life experiences of the deceased in order to control public opinion.”

"..." After hearing this, Shen Xibai felt as if he was holding back his grievances, his whole body trembled with anger, and he couldn't help but bowed his head and cursed secretly twice.

Gu Yufeng's face remained normal, and he stretched out his hand to rub Shen Xibai's hair, "Don't worry, it will be resolved."

After finishing speaking, the man moved closer to Shen Xibai's position, and gently brushed Shen Xibai's forehead hair.

With a blushing face, Shen Xi shook off the man's hand, and couldn't help but kicked the hem of the man's shoe.

"Speak as you speak, don't keep touching me." After speaking, Shen Xibai covered his red ears and rubbed them.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Shen Xibai stared sideways at the man's face and blinked.

"Eat." The man raised his eyes and his voice was deep and mellow.

"..." Shen Xibai blinked blankly, his beautiful eyes were still shining.

Gu Yufeng turned his head sideways, looked at the other person's blank eyes without thinking, and added without changing his face, "It's time for dinner now."

Shen Xibai's lips relaxed, his eyeballs glanced up slightly, and he looked a little dazed. He followed the man's footsteps and walked forward without looking at the road.

The man stretched out his hand calmly, pulled the other's wrist, and held it in the palm of his hand, then continued to say in a righteous tone without blushing or panting, "Look carefully, you didn't eat at noon today. "

Shen Xibai was dumbfounded, his mind was empty, and he hesitated and said, "You, why do you know everything?"

The man's footsteps stopped, and Shen Xibai's nose directly hit the man's shoulder.

Gu Yufeng looked back at him, and Shen Xibai blinked innocently, with a guilty expression on his face.

The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds.

"...Why are you staring at me?" Shen Xibai lost all temper after being stared at, he scratched his left cheek in embarrassment, and couldn't help avoiding his eyes.

Gu Yufeng's expression remained the same, without blinking his eyes, "I know everything."

When Shen Xibai heard it, his eyeballs followed suit, and with a little curiosity, he asked with a bit of teasing, "Then what do you know?"

As soon as Shen Xibai finished speaking, the man lifted his eyelids, raised his eyes, and stared straight into Shen Xibai's eyes, looking serious.

Shen Xibai blinked twice after being stared innocently.

"As long as it's about you..."

"I want to know."

----

"You useless thing, look at how much trouble your son has caused outside, and now it's making headlines!"

The gray-haired old man grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and slammed it on the man sitting on the sofa next to him.

The man was wearing a suit and looked like a professional elite. He was estimated to be around 40 years old. He was a little fat, with a round belly and folds on the back of his neck.

He was leaning on the side of the sofa, with his hands resting on his knees in a relaxed manner, staring straight ahead with no expression on his face, with a look of neither joy nor sorrow, and he didn't seem to care the slightest bit about what the old man said.

The ashtray hit him, but he didn't hide, his face was calm.

Hearing the old man's continued chattering instructions, the man just slowly raised his head, staring into the other's eyes without changing his expression, his eyes were full of sarcasm and contempt, "Isn't it just a human life? If you die, you die."

The old man was so angry that his shoulders began to tremble, and he coughed loudly when he was angry with his age.

"You, good you! This is the son I taught!"

Seeing that the old man was out of breath with anger, the man couldn't help but sneered, stood up leisurely, stared at the old man's face condescendingly, and said mockingly, "What? How often do you forget things, sir? Did you forget so soon? Didn’t a son kill someone more than ten years ago?”

The old man's body froze instantly.

Wei Zhongxian sneered, "Your precious son is already unreliable, and you still have to rely on me to support you now."

The old man's shoulders were still shaking, "You you you" for a long time, coughing frantically, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time.

The man sneered again, ignored it, turned around and left directly.

After walking to the study room, the man took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pressed his temple with his hand, and dialed a series of familiar numbers.

"Hey, how are things going?"

The man tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, and a dark light flashed in his sly eyes.

Listening to the respectful voice on the other end of the phone, he stretched out his hand and pulled his suit tie that was so strangled.

The fat on his neck trembled, and the not-so-bright white light in the room shone on him, as if someone had painted a layer of white paint, and his complexion instantly became as pale as a dead body.

"...Well, control the public opinion well, find a way to find a way to reconcile with that family in private, and threaten if necessary."

After explaining everything, the man hung up the phone.

Gee.

The man leaned back, lay on the armchair, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and continued to be confident...

----

The old man sitting in the living room was still coughing loudly, holding a cane with one hand, and the armrest of the leather sofa with the other. His nails were stuck in because of too much force, and even scratched several marks.

His coughing became louder and louder, his whole face was flushed, his facial features were distorted, his mouth was wide open, and his tongue stuck out, as if he was about to spit out.

And the sound of his coughing became louder and louder, and it seemed that his breathing was extremely difficult.

After coughing dryly for a long time, the old man gave a "poof" and coughed up blood from his mouth.

In the next second, because of his weakness, his body leaned to one side and fell directly.

The old man stared and collapsed on the plush carpet, his fingers were twisted like chicken feet, extremely stiff.

Suddenly, a group of silent black figures squeezed in through the crack of the door, and then slowly moved towards the old man's position, approaching silently.

Sombra's target is very clear, and the speed of movement is also very fast.

It was only the size of a palm, but when it gradually approached the target, it became infinitely larger like a sudden boiling flood, and even grabbed the old man's shadow on the wall, and then pinned him by the neck.

However, the old man who was paralyzed on the carpet felt something, and suddenly his eyes widened. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He tried his best to use his stiff hands to pull the transparent object that strangled his neck, and his mouth opened even wider. , eyes tearing apart.

But his resistance was of no avail.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I don't know how long he struggled, but the old man who had been whimpering for a long time stopped resisting, and became completely cold.

----

"Hey, wait a minute, has Chen Xiaoxuan's family come out?"

Shen Xibai was on night shift at night, and when it was time for him to get off work, the staff of the funeral home had almost left one after another.

The reporters squatting at the door did not disperse all the time. They squatted at the door with great perseverance and perseverance, holding equipment in their hands, ready to take sneak shots at all times.

As soon as Shen Xibai went out, he was surrounded by this group of terrifying paparazzi, and even tried to use his mouth to ask something.

Shen Xibai had a cold face, without answering, he just made a face, trying to pass through this group of people without squinting.

But maybe it was because it was too late, and this group of reporters also waited a little impatiently. After finally catching a person, they didn't want to let him go easily.

"Hey, don't go!" Another male reporter blocked Shen Xibai's way.

Even with Shen Xibai's good temper, he couldn't help frowning.

"I don't know." Shen Xi had a straight face and a very cold tone.

"Then can I interview you for your opinion on this matter?" Perhaps this group of reporters really couldn't find any news materials, and seeing that Shen Xibai was about to leave, they grabbed him and started talking nonsense again.

Shen Xibai was speechless, because he didn't want to get too entangled, so he could only answer bluntly, "I have no opinion."

Unexpectedly, when the reporter saw what he said, he became even more interested, and did not want to let him go so easily, "Then what kind of girl do you think Chen Xiaoxuan is?"

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, Shen Xibai's eyelids twitched, and his expression became even more ruthless. Holding back his anger, he glared at the male reporter who asked him the question, and raised his voice and asked, "So?"

The reporters were startled by Shen Xibai's sudden temper, they looked at each other silently, and no one answered for a while.

Shen Xibai squinted his eyes, and shot all the reporters present with a slash. He raised his head and asked, "Does what kind of person she looks have something to do with this matter? Shouldn't the focus of this matter be those juvenile delinquents? Are you really journalists? What about your professional ethics? Is it justice for your group to hold on to the relatives of the victims?"

Shen Xibai paused, gritted his teeth, and said, "What's the difference between you and murderers? You're simply using the power of public opinion to kill people. What's even more ridiculous is that none of you think you're a murderer!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Xibai wanted to leave, but this group of people seemed to have caught some big news. Seeing that Shen Xibai was so excited, they picked up their equipment one after another, pointed the camera at him, and blocked his movement. way to go.

Everyone's eyes are like a werewolf who transforms on a full moon night, and the eyes are full of calculations and cunning.

"Hey, don't go! Don't go!"

Shen Xibai was surrounded by this group of people, blocking him tightly, as if trying to suffocate him to death within the wall of flesh.

"Step aside."

A cold male voice sounded from behind the reporters.

As soon as the words fell, this group of paparazzi chattering like flies fell silent as if they had been given a potion for dumbness.

A black shadow squeezed directly into the crowd.

In the next second, Shen Xibai felt a big cold hand wrap around his waist, and before he could react, he pressed him into the other's arms again.

Protecting him, he jumped out of the crowd with lightning speed.

Shen Xibai couldn't help being a little surprised, "Yu Feng? Why are you still here?"

The man lowered his head, looked at the person in his arms, and said softly, "Waiting for you to go home."

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