The coquettish president was counterattacked

Bai Yi and Gu Lizhao should have returned to China by special plane together. Why was it that Gu Lizhao was confirmed dead, but he was not injured at all?

The news reports about Gu Lizhao's death did not mention Bai Yi, the secretary who was almost inseparable from Gu Lizhao when determining the number of victims.

But at that time, Chu Pei only saw one news topic and was already so sad that he couldn't help himself. He didn't have the heart to pay close attention to the news content, and tried his best to avoid hearing the news later.

He knew that Gu Lizhao was dead, and that was enough.

He didn't want to know how Gu Lizhao died, and he didn't want to review his short life with the sensational TV program.

Now, on the streets of New York in late autumn, Bai Yi still stood in front of him with a very annoying look, looking into his eyes with a proud and unbeatable expression.

Bai Yi raised his hand and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked contemptuously, "What? I haven't seen you for nearly a month, and I thought you forgot about me."

"I don't even remember you." Chu Pei answered bluntly.

Bai Yi raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Why did you come out so soon? Have no face to see Mr. Gu?"

Chu Pei gritted his teeth and stared at him fiercely.

He snorted disdainfully, wanting to pass him by and walk into the funeral home.

"Stop." Chu Pei raised his hand to hold his arm, and he suppressed the slight tremor in his voice, "You, why aren't you dead?"

Bai Yi turned her head and pushed his hand away unhappily: "Chu Pei, you really don't like me at all. Do you really want me to die? But I didn't die. I disappointed you. I'm very sorry."

But Chu Pei slightly turned to look at him, stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm again: "I just want to know why you didn't die."

If Bai Yi is not dead, does it mean that Gu Lizhao is still alive?

This thought flashed through Chu Pei's mind, and his eyes also showed a spark of anticipation.

However, this flame was instantly extinguished by Bai Yi's basin of cold water.

Bai Yi said coldly: "Just because I'm not dead doesn't mean Brother Zhao isn't dead. If you want to know why I'm not dead, just wait here and tell you in detail after I come out to pay homage to Brother Zhao."

He reluctantly squeezed out an official smile at Chu Pei.

Chu Pei struggled for two seconds and let go: "Okay, then I'll wait for you under the opposite tree."

Bai Yi quickly withdrew his arm, put it in his pocket and continued to walk forward with his head held high.

Chu Pei looked at his back and watched him disappear from sight.

Although his tone was extremely calm, his heart was turbulent the moment Bai Yi appeared. He couldn't wait to know what happened that day. Is there a one-ten-thousandth chance that Gu Lizhao is still alive?

Chu Pei walked under the sycamore tree on the opposite side, the lower half of his face was covered by a camel coat with a stand-up collar, and he also wore a mud-colored wide-brimmed bowler hat on his head. This attire looked like he was dressed in the 90s of the twentieth century. A private detective walking the streets of New York.

Time passed by, and Bai Yi hadn't come out for a long time after entering. Chu Pei's gaze seemed to be fixed on the door of the funeral parlor, observing anyone who walked out of the door. As long as the other party was not "Bai Yi", he would be disappointed. Look away.

"Ah Choo."

The late autumn wind made him feel a little cold, he wrinkled his nose, his eyes still scanned the funeral parlor opposite him tirelessly.

After noon, Bai Yi showed up belatedly.

With Bai Yi were Gu Lizhao's parents. Bai Yi deliberately looked at him across the street. Chu Pei seemed to be stabbed by his eyes. Maybe it was simply because he didn't want to see the elders, so he hid in the corner reflexively. After the tree.

After Bai Yi obediently sent the second elder to the car, he walked towards Chu Pei at a leisurely pace.

He laughed sarcastically, "You still know how to hide?"

Chu Pei swallowed, and staggered his disgusting eyes: "Let's talk."

Bai Yi looked down at the shiny leather shoes gently grinding the fallen leaves on the soil, and asked knowingly, "What did you say?"

Chu Pei knew he couldn't offend him at this time, so he repeated impatiently: "Tell me what happened on the day the plane crashed."

"Didn't you watch the news?" Bai Yi asked briskly, raised her eyes to look at him with a chuckle, then lowered her eyes.

Chu Pei's cheeks were tense: "No."

"Then you can look at it now." Bai Yi raised his chin, motioning him to look at his phone.

Chu Pei followed his words and took out his mobile phone to search for the news about Gu Lizhao's death.

Every word on it was like a sharp knife piercing into his heart, and his heart was bound to be riddled with holes before he would give up. He knew that this was Bai Yi's goal.

Bai Yi just wanted to use Gu Lizhao's death to torture him.

"It's over." There was an uncontrollable cry in his voice, there were no tears on his face, but the circles of his eyes were very red.

Bai Yi tilted her head, delighted to hear about his state, put her hands in her pockets and jumped briskly on the spot: "That's right after reading it, it didn't say in the news that I was also killed."

"How the hell are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

Chu Pei grabbed the collar of his coat and stared at him with terrifying eyes.

Bai Yifeng smiled softly, letting Chu Pei grab his collar too much with a relaxed body: "Unless, you come with me once."

Chu Pei immediately became vigilant: "Where are you going?"

Bai Yi: "You are not qualified to ask, but as long as you go, I will tell you what happened that day."

Chu Pei's hand holding his collar had obvious veins, pinching his slender finger joints to protrude.

Bai Yi raised his eyebrows: "Do you dare to go with me?"

Chu Pei let go and pushed him: "Let's go."

Bai Yi drove him to the Hilton Hotel.

"You live here?" Chu Pei looked at him incredulously, and asked the question he wanted to ask a long time ago, "Why did you disappear after he died?"

This is too strange.

Bai Yi: "I haven't disappeared, it's just that you don't have the heart to pay attention to me."

Chu Pei followed him into the elevator, turned his head to look at his profile: "Did you go back to China during the period?"

"No."

Bai Yi replied resolutely, with a half-smile on his lips.

He led Chu Pei into the hotel room by swiping his card. The room was very tidy, with a faint fresh fragrance in the air.

"Sit by the way."

Bai Yi took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, got up and walked into the bedroom.

Chu Pei went straight to the sofa and sat down, looking at the room methodically: "How long have you lived here?"

"I've been living here since Brother Zhao died."

Bai Yi's voice came from inside the bedroom.

He changed into casual clothes and walked out, holding a shoebox in both hands.

Chu Pei's temples twitched unconsciously, and he frowned slightly: "What is this?"

Bai Yi put the shoebox on the coffee table in front of him spontaneously: "Open it and have a look, do you like it?"

Chu Pei opened the shoe box without knowing why, and his beating heart stopped suddenly when he saw the pair of limited edition sneakers. He stared at the shoes intently, and a sore nose welled up in his eyes.

Bai Yi lit a cigarette, and said in a heavy voice, "That day I was going to go back to China with brother Zhao, but not long after boarding the plane, he remembered that he hadn't picked up the gift he ordered for you, so I got off the plane to get it Your gift, intending to return to China the next day, fortunately escaped this disaster."

Chu Pei's teeth were trembling a little, and his eyes hurt from staring at the shoes.

"Actually, looking back, it's thanks to you that I'm alive now." Bai Yi jokingly approached, "Don't you want to know what happened that day? This is the truth. When I was working on my brother's career, he still didn't forget to buy you a gift that you've been thinking about for a long time... Are you very touched?"

Chu Pei's throat was a little choked, and his hands reached into the shoe box to gently caress the pair of shoes...

At this moment, a dull pain accompanied by a muffled sound knocked him to the ground. He turned his head to look against the light, and at some point, Bai Yi held a wooden stick in his hand.

And the muffled sound just now was the sound of Bai Yi swinging the wooden stick to hit him on the shoulder.

"What do you want?" He felt a pain like a split bone in his shoulder.

"What do you say?"

Bai Yi approached him with a wooden stick, but he couldn't see Bai Yi's face clearly from the direction against the light, his movements and walking posture were exactly the same as Gu Lizhao's.

Chu Pei was dazed when he saw this scene.

Bai Yi was very satisfied with his sluggish expression, she curled her lips into a chuckle, and hit him hard on the back with another stick.

The pain in his back spread hotly, Chu Pei didn't cry out, but his temples were covered with cold sweat from the pain.

Bai Yi threw away the wooden stick, rushed over and knelt on one knee, picked up his collar with both hands, looked straight into his eyes with scarlet eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"Chu Pei, I was the one who hit you for the Gu Group...I said before that I advise you not to let go, otherwise even if brother Zhao let you go, I won't let you go. Now Zhao Brother is gone, then I will teach you a lesson for him."

Bai Yi's face approached him, and his mind broke free from Gu Lizhao's fantasy.

But the pain in his shoulders and back was too strong, his reaction was still slow for two seconds, and within these two seconds, Bai Yi had already clenched his fist and punched him in the face.

He fell to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the cold floor.

He didn't want to resist anymore, he felt tired and hurt.

Bai Yi knelt on the ground and punched him a few more times. The strength of each punch represented the lingering anger in his body.

Chu Pei gradually lost consciousness after being beaten by him. Bai Yi not only punched him in the face, but also seemed to kick his lower abdomen, kicked his thighs and calves, grabbed his hair and hit him on the ground...

Seven o'clock in the evening.

He woke up on the sofa in that room, covered with a quilt, the shoe box was left open on the tea table, and the pair of shoes were still there.

Chu Pei lifted the quilt and stood up. There was no pain all over his body. He couldn't help hissing softly. When he raised his hand to touch his cheek, there seemed to be a little bloodshot.

He got up and limped into the bedroom, which was empty.

He opened the closet again, and there were only hotel hangers and bathrobes and pajamas in it.

The coat on the coat rack at the entrance was gone, and there was no personal item here, except for the pair of shoes.

With a sound of "click", the door opened, and Chu Pei's nerves tightened. It turned out to be the hotel cleaning staff who came in. The middle-aged blonde girl told him in fluent English: "Hi sir, Mr. Bai who lives here has already checked out." Already. If you don't renew, please leave ASAP."

Chu Pei had no choice but to put on his coat and wide-brimmed hat immediately, and hurriedly left the Hilton Hotel with his shoes in his arms.