Gongliang flower shop

The Jiang family can be regarded as a respectable and wealthy family in Nanshi. They started from nothing in the past three generations, and they have made a name for themselves in Nanshi. Although there are many rising stars who have surpassed the past, the background is still there, and it is inevitable that they have a third-rate style.

The current Mr. Jiang's wife passed away, and the funeral was held with great fanfare.

Many well-known people went to express their condolences, and the regret on their faces was unknown whether it was true or not.

President Jiang Jiang Ningyuan took his eight-year-old daughter to greet those who came to express their condolences, and within a moment they shook hands and talked about the current trend of the business world, leaving the ignorant daughter standing there blankly.

The noisy surroundings didn't seem to be some kind of funeral. If you add a few glasses of expensive wine, it looks like a well-dressed business banquet.

With the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, the polite atmosphere came to an abrupt end, and a different man walked in.

He is tall and thin, with a thin and well-proportioned figure. The black shirt is buttoned to the neck, the straight trousers wrap the slender legs, and a long black windbreaker falls to the calf. Normal people's pupils, which are lighter, scanned everyone unhurriedly.

He also has a beautiful face, with palm-sized pale skin, exquisite and three-dimensional features, and a small mole on the left corner of his mouth, barely resting on his chin.

Waist-length long hair, black... no... long dark red hair under the halo, thick like fine silk.

Both men and women were stunned for a moment.

Jiang Ningyuan, who reacted the fastest, stepped forward immediately, scanning him suspiciously.

"Sir, may I ask if you are..."

"I'm Li Yuewan's younger brother, you can call me Gongliang."

The man smiled slowly, and the little mole seemed to add a little style.

"younger brother?"

The Jiang family all looked at Jiang Ningyuan, and then quickly turned to the man.

"Why don't I remember..." Jiang Ningyuan opened his mouth. He remembered that Li Yuewan had a younger brother. It was more than ten years ago. The other party was still a child, and he always kept his head down and didn't like to talk.

But later Li Yuewan insisted on marrying him regardless of his family's dissuasion, and he never saw Li Yuewan's family again.

Including the sudden death of Li Yuewan this time, they haven't notified Li Yuewan's family yet, and where did this brother know about it.

"Li Yuewan told me."

The man smiled nicely, but what he said made the backs of those present chill.

How can a person give advance notice to others to attend his funeral.

On the contrary, the expressions of several members of the Jiang family became weird.

The man named Gongliang took out the pink and purple flowers pinned on his chest and placed them in front of the black and white photos, his soft and gentle voice was very pleasant to hear.

"She liked hibiscus flowers very much before she was alive. I don't know if she will be happy to see this flower now."

It seemed to confirm his words, but the flowers the size of a baby's fist floated up as if blown by the wind, and it was extremely horrifying to set off the smiling people in the posthumous photos.

This is an airless room, and it is still summer, so where is the wind coming from, not to mention the wind that can't even blow a hair can blow a flower up!

It's not always the wind!

The pink and purple hibiscus flowers floated on the heads of the Jiang family members. First, the old lady Jiang passed her ugly pale face and landed on Jiang Ningshen's head. They passed over the heads of each Jiang family member one by one, like a picture of an adult. His hand caressed the tops of their heads gently and oppressively.

Finally, it stayed on Jiang Ningyuan's head for a moment, and Gu Lu fell into Jiang Beibei's hands.

"Oh, this flower is really naughty."

Looking at the man who was smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes, the Jiang family all had extremely ugly expressions.

Ha ha!

"It seems that you are the one your mother loves the most. You must protect this flower well."

Gong Liang bent down and touched Jiang Beibei's hair. Jiang Beibei's eyes were dark, and her immature and thin face was expressionless. She stretched out her hand to hold the flowers in her hand, and lowered her head with superficial caution.

"This...Mr. Gongliang..."

Jiang Ningyuan looked at him with an ugly face. Even if Li Yuewan had a younger brother, he didn't think that a place like Li Yuewan where rural people were born could have a younger brother who was so outstanding in appearance and temperament.

"I will stay here until the funeral is over. Mr. Jiang's family is big and big, so he shouldn't be stingy with a room."

Jiang Ningyuan smiled stiffly: "Of course..."

"That's good."

Gong Liang turned around and walked in front of a petite woman: "Please help me find a room near the corner, please clean it up, I have a cleanliness."

The woman who was suddenly stuffed into a small suitcase forgot to respond.

"Mr. Gongliang!" Jiang Ningyuan, who was completely ignored, raised his voice with a sullen face.

The extremely beautiful man turned his head and smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, you don't need to greet me specially, I will treat this place as my own home."

After speaking, he left as calmly and gracefully as when he came.

"Brother, this man's origin is unknown, I hope you'd better not bring any trouble to the family."

Jiang Ningshen, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, snorted coldly, turned around and strode away.

Along with him were several other Jiang family members with unclear expressions.

Jiang Ningyuan's face was extremely ugly. He forced a smile and tried to re-enliven the atmosphere, but he saw that everyone in the audience had embarrassing expressions and each made excuses to leave.

In a short while, the mourning hall, which was originally like a banquet, was suddenly deserted, only a few people remained.

"Ning Chen..." Jiang Ningyuan looked at the only young man who stayed where he was.

The other party chewed gum and spat a bubble, holding the phone and said disapprovingly, "Hey, it's over? Then I'll go back to sleep."

Jiang Ningyuan clenched his fists with a blue face, only him and Li Yuewan, who was smiling like a flower in the posthumous photos, were left in the empty room.

……

It is reasonable to say that the first day is to guard the spirit, but the Jiang family is obviously not very concerned about it. Jiang Ningyuan has something in his heart and does not want to go, so the group of people gathered in the living room.

"Mr. Jiang, let's have a cup of coffee."

The nanny Axiu brought the brewed coffee to Jiang Ningyuan. Jiang Ningyuan was also unhappy because of the day's events, so he waved for someone to take it away.

Chen Yu, who was wearing a suspender skirt with only a jacket on, let out a strange "Yo": "Didn't you see that there are other people here? Why, the Jiang family will let you make a cup of coffee every month when they pay you. "

Facing Chen Yu's attack, Jiang Ningshen next to her just glanced at her lukewarmly and didn't speak to her.

Axiu lowered her head and pulled the apron on her body with some grievances, and said softly, "Second Wife, I'll go soak you right now."

"It's late, I don't want to drink now."

Chen Yu crossed his legs and raised his chin to admire his newly made nails.

"Ning Shen, take care of your wife."

Jiang Ningyuan couldn't help but say something, but it was obvious that Jiang Ningshen didn't like this at all.

"Take care of your nanny first."

A sentence of unknown meaning suddenly silenced the atmosphere.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't bear it at first, she stood up on crutches and said, "I won't be with you young people when I'm old."

Mrs. Jiang's departure made the atmosphere even more tense.

No one mentioned the matter of going to watch the spirit. Across the door, everyone was sitting in the living room, but they had different thoughts.

Jiang Beibei lay on the sofa and fiddled with the flowers in her hands, rolling from one end to the other, and from that end to this end.

The flowers fell from the sofa, Jiang Beibei bent down to pick them up, but fell to the ground, and kicked the flowers further away.

She hurried to pick it up, but she didn't know where the wind was blowing the flowers farther, so Jiang Beibei had to stretch out her hands and chase after them.

The irritable Jiang Ningyuan said impatiently: "Don't crawl around on the ground."

With a "click", the lights suddenly went out.

"Bebe...bebe!"

Jiang Ningyuan quickly stood up and yelled, but no one answered at all.

"What's going on." Chen Yu murmured in dissatisfaction, and Jiang Ningshen also let out an irritable "tsk".

"Hey, why are you still here in a daze, why don't you think of a way."

Someone moved in the dark, and Chen Yu saw Axiu next to Jiang Ningyuan at a glance, and immediately gave an order in annoyance.

Axiu lowered her head and leaned towards Jiang Ningyuan, as if she didn't hear Chen Yu's words.

Chen Yu was about to explode, Jiang Ningyuan frowned and said, "Okay, don't we still have spare candles at home?"

After Jiang Ningyuan finished speaking, he patted the back of Axiu's hand reassuringly, and Axiu reluctantly walked to the storage room.

But just as she was passing by the mourning hall, the door opened with a "squeak".

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the bottomless mourning hall was like a black hole that could swallow people into it, and a wobbly shadow could not be seen clearly.

"Beibei..." Jiang Ningyuan called out tentatively.

In the silent room, only his slightly empty voice echoed.

Even though it's summer, it makes people's backs feel cold.

"what!"

Axiu, who was closest to the mourning hall, suddenly let out a scream, and everyone's hearts froze.

"Soul calling!" Chen Yu cursed, clutching his beating heart.

"There...something is touching my feet..."

Axiu trembled and her voice was extremely weak.

With a "gudong", someone secretly swallowed because of fear.

Jiang Ningyuan's eyes wandered, and he began to back away slowly, relying on no one to see him, but suddenly his whole body went numb, and there was a person standing behind him.

"Snapped!"

The lights are bright.

Axiu screamed and kicked away the things under her feet, Jiang Beibei bent down to pick up the rolled flowers, her childish voice was innocent and ignorant: "Auntie, why did you kick my flowers."

The black grape-like eyes looked at her without blinking, and Axiu stood where she was, her whole body was cold and stiff.

With a sound of "boom", everyone turned their heads to see that Jiang Ningyuan fell straight on the ground, and Jiang Ningchen behind him blew a bubble with his mobile phone.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you want to guard the spirit?"

As he grinned, the whitish chewing gum popped another bubble with a "pop".

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Jiang Ningyuan who was stunned under his feet, and waved to Jiang Beibei and said, "Kids, don't stay up late, let's go, uncle will tell you a bedtime story."

The two left hand in hand, Chen Yu looked at Jiang Ningyuan on the ground and snorted mockingly: "Counsel."

Jiang Ningshen next to her pushed her arm, the two raised their heads, and Gong Liang on the second floor waved to them with a smile.

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