forced to become president

Within a long time, the report "Xie Huaiyu, the heir of Henghui Group, yawned at the funeral of his father and brother" captured various news websites and became a trending search.

On the news page, a blurry picture of him yawning sitting among Sheng Jue and other relatives of the Ji family was placed on the top, and a red arrow was thoughtfully marked on his head.

The following text describes him as ignorant, idle, and romantic.

Ji Huaiyu took a closer look, and it seemed that he was right.

In order to support his description, the editor released a series of examples, such as photos of him participating in racing competitions, photos of him chatting intimately with female celebrities at charity nights, and a limited number of supercars in a garage that were probably taken from his ins and photos of various parties.

Ji Huaiyu slid from top to bottom, thinking that this editor has a bit of taste, and the photos he selected are pretty handsome, but there are no photos of him that are not handsome.

On the forum, eight of his buildings also built hundreds of floors, and his company was basically discussed at the beginning.

[The second son of Henghui is only in his early twenties now, right?How rich can medical equipment be? 】

[Upstairs, he is now Henghui's boss.According to industry insiders, Henghui not only makes heart stents and artificial joints, but also nuclear magnetic resonance equipment, because its advanced research and development has almost monopolized the domestic market, and they also have pharmaceuticals and chemicals...]

[Unclear. 】

[Go to the rich list to see where his father is, and you will understand, it's time to change soon. 】

Others were discussing his photos.

[The face of Henghui's new president is a little different from what I thought, brother, I can do it! 】

[Young, rich, race car driver, with a mixed-race face, idol dramas come standard with woo woo woo, I can do it too! 】

[Upstairs, I suggest you get to know his previous girlfriends, not to mention gzh, who is also a second-generation super lady, at least she is also a floret like pxy and bfr, it's not our turn. 】

Ji Huaiyu squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time. The first one should refer to Guo Xinghuo's sister, who he can't afford to offend. He struggled with the last two for a long time, but he couldn't figure out who it was, and he couldn't figure out whether he had a relationship with someone else. Remember.

【do you know?Some people in the circle broke the news that he is bisexual, can take all men and women, and has been with the lead singer of the PLT band. 】

[Holy shit, I feel like my gay is making faint noises. Is he 1 or 0? I think it's like 1. Then Tan Shu from PLT is 0? ? ? 】

【Eating melon silently.JPG】

The corners of Ji Huaiyu's eyes twitched twice. If Tan Shu saw that he was turned into his 0 by YY, he would probably rush over and cut him off with his bad temper.

The direction of the post began to become more and more crooked, and then it inevitably turned to Bata's life experience.

It is nothing more than that he is an illegitimate child who stayed abroad until he was 12 years old before being found. The relationship with his father is very indifferent, and his mother’s identity is unknown. In the end, even though Ji Ding and Luo Shuman divorced, he did not marry his mother, etc. wait.

It was already ruined, Ji Huaiyu looked bored, and was about to swipe to the bottom to close the page, but suddenly saw a reply.

[Heng Hui Er Shao's mother should be a Russian model. I don't know what it is called. It should be in 97 when she came to the International Fashion Week to walk the show. It's too ancient. I only found a few photos from that time, but I don't know which one. 】

Ji Huaiyu flicked through the pictures posted by this person, and his fingers suddenly froze.

In a picture, his mother looked only about 20 years old, standing on the runway wearing an embroidered gauze dress, with a bunch of light golden long hair braided in front of her forehead, which was exactly the same as his gray blue Calm and proud in the eyes.

The pixels of the picture are very blurry, but it adds a layer of hazy soft light, as if walking out of a church mural.

Ji Huaiyu had never seen her as a fairy before. In his impression, his mother was always a tough woman who would never pour a thousand cups. She could throw a wine bottle at any time to smash the head of a wretched man who teased her, and she could also hang him up and beat her.

But now there is no way to ask, his fingertips were still trembling when he pressed to save the picture.

The following was quickly occupied by various replies.

[It is said that it is a model, and its essence is similar to the current peripheral. 】

[It is estimated that she wanted to hold onto the rich man through pregnancy, but in the end she got rid of it, and finally failed to get the position. 】

[Why there is never any news, it means that Ji Ding himself looks down on her. 】

Ji Huaiyu's fingers trembled even more, and there was a rare trace of sharp hatred in his scattershot eyes. I don't know if it was for these replies or for Ji Ding.

He called a friend from a media company in the circle and asked others to delete all these things, and he repeatedly agreed.

After hanging up the phone, he swiped again, and saw that the post had been deleted, and the news on the front page also disappeared completely.

He knew that his friend who was also inconspicuous didn't have such a great ability, so Sheng Jue probably asked someone to delete it.

For some reason, thinking that Sheng Jue was doing things like deleting posts for him, he felt a little ashamed.

He is used to being calm and calm in front of Sheng Jue, even a little twitchy, Sheng Jue's teeth itch when he is so angry, he still has to maintain his demeanor, but he is not used to Sheng Jue taking care of him for him.

Ji Huaiyu decided to get rid of these unpleasant thoughts. The best medicine for him is alcohol.

After making a few phone calls, he casually pulled out a Versace silk shirt. The royal blue silk was printed with gorgeous gears and intricate flowers.He left two buttons unbuttoned, revealing his straight and distinct collarbone.

The bright color harmonized with his pale skin and cold pupil color, and the linear ear studs deepened this chemical reaction, making people unable to look away and afraid of falling into it.

Wrapped in mourning for a few days, it was time for him to return to his life.

Before going out, Ji Huaiyu received a series of calls from PLT lead singer Tan Shu who was on the post with him.

After picking it up, the anger over there almost rushed out of the screen.

"Ji Huaiyu! Are you going to Blue? Are you fucking human?"

Ji Huaiyu chuckled: "What? You want to come here to catch the rape?"

"Fuck you!" Tan Shu yelled over there, "Now, I and your posts are flying all over the Internet, and they are starting to say that my song is for you. Are you going to be gay now? I will say that I am a straight man in the future. Does anyone else believe it?"

"The one who cleans himself, Xiao Shu, I don't know why it's you, should you think about your own temperament?" Ji Huaiyu said slowly as he got off the elevator, "Don't worry, I have a fixed box, keep it secret. Good sex."

"You wait, I'll go to your house and kill you right now!"

Ji Huaiyu laughed gloatingly again, and got out of the elevator: "I won't tell you anymore, my driver is here, come to Blue to find me."

He swiped his card to open the door, and the smile on his face froze in an instant. The reporters at the door had already surrounded the exit. As soon as they saw him coming out, the flashlights lit up one after another, and more than a dozen microphones were raised in front of his face. He was almost forced to take two steps back by the heat wave, but there were already people surrounding him even behind him.

"Mr. Ji Huaiyu, may I ask if your behavior at your father's funeral was intentional?" Soon the first person asked him a question.

"How do you explain the rumors of discord between you and Mr. Ji Ding?"

"Some people speculate that the plane crash was related to you. Do you have anything to say?"

This question is very sharp, Ji Huaiyu still maintained his demeanor and smiled, and was about to start talking nonsense, when an arm suddenly came across in front of him, pushing him back.

Sheng Jue's stern face appeared in the reporter's line of sight, and they were also separated by the blockade formed by the bodyguards who came.

Sheng Jue's sharp eyes scanned the sign in front of their microphones: "Henghui Group reserves the right to sue you for defamation. I hope that we will not see today's relevant pictures and texts on any platform."

The reporters exchanged glances with each other, and the raised cameras were gradually lowered.

Ji Huaiyu's wrist was grabbed by Sheng Jue, and he led him through a road driven by the crowd, and stuffed him into the car.

He looked at the side face of Sheng Jue driving, and felt an unnatural feeling creeping up his back again, and said, "Thank you, you can just put me at... Blue's door later."

Sheng Jue did not respond, still staring intently at the traffic ahead.

"Blue, do you know?" Ji Huaiyu saw that he was driving more and more sideways, and added, "It's the one behind Furong Street."

Sheng Jue still drove silently.

Ji Huaiyu felt that the situation was wrong, and finally began to ask: "Where are we going now?"

"my home."