When infatuated by taking off the ring [Entertainment]

On the day of Mr. Fu’s funeral, many, many reporters surrounded the entrance of the funeral parlor, covering various columns, such as finance, entertainment, technology, and politics. They blocked the entrance tightly and parked many, many cars.

Luo Jia drove here by himself. Seeing so many cameras and people, he couldn't help hesitating, not knowing how to get in.

He just wants to go in quietly to express his condolences, and then leave. If he is caught by the camera, he will be on the news again, and he will be confused.

At this moment, Luo Jia's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to have a look.

[Fu Sinian: Are you there yet? 】

Luo Jia bowed her head and typed: Here we are, there are too many people, and I didn't wear a hat or mask.

【Fu Sinian: I'll pick you up, which car did you drive. 】

[Xu Luojia: The iron gray Lexus. 】

【Fu Sinian: You drive outside, at the dark blue road sign, I'll take you to another road. 】

Luo Jia put down her cell phone, turned the steering wheel, and the car turned around and left the funeral home.

But there was a caring entertainment gossip reporter who recognized Luo Jia's car and license plate number. He immediately drove and followed Xu Luojia's car.

Sure enough, Xu Luojia's car stopped beside a dark blue road sign outside.

Xu Luojia's car stopped for about a minute, and another white Bentley stopped beside it.

Fu Sinian had never driven this car before. The reporter was a little puzzled and disappointed. He tapped the steering wheel impatiently with a cigarette in his mouth.

But a man got out of the car, tall, wearing a black and white wide suit, his hair was well-groomed, there was no sign of fatigue or depression, and there was a white flower pinned to the outer pocket.

The reporter's eyes lit up in an instant - that was Fu Sinian.

The reporter's blood boiled instantly, and he silently picked up the camera next to him, zoomed in, focused, and took a photo of the two cars.

Then I saw Luo Jia get out of the car and put on the hat and mask given by Fu Sinian. He seemed to want to go back to his car, but Fu Sinian grabbed him.

The two whispered something, and finally Luo Jia got into the car driven by Fu Sinian, and the car drove into another small road, probably going into the funeral parlor.

The reporter hurriedly started the car, guessing they were saying that Fu Sinian's car hadn't been driven much, it wouldn't attract attention, and it was better to avoid the reporter.

While turning the steering wheel, the reporter notified his colleague on the walkie-talkie that he was going to block the two of them, and he was bound to take a lot of photos and go back to work.

The interviews set up by the Fu family this time are only serious and short press conferences. There is no room for them to survive in entertainment media. They can only dig out all kinds of things about Mr. Fu's life over and over again. There is nothing new, and there is nothing to click. quantity.

How could he be willing to get a share of such a big news, and how could the boss be willing, so he focused on the new president of the Fu Corporation, trying to dig a breakthrough from the two of them.

He had heard that Fu Sinian and Xu Luojia had signed a divorce agreement before, and he came to the funeral today to express his condolences!I don't know if Xu Luojia will stand in the family seat.

He definitely can't dig it out by himself, he has to call his colleagues.

Fu Sinian probably won't be able to deal with it when he calls his colleagues over. He doesn't leak water or oil at any time.

Xu Luojia is much easier to deal with. When the time comes, a bunch of reporters will surround him and force him to ask questions, and he will always drop two or three sentences.

The reporter gave the address in detail and told them to go and ambush. An excited and excited voice came from the intercom, and greed and excitement shone in their eyes. They were like a flock of crows seeing raw meat.

Fu Sinian drove the car into a small road and passed a place similar to bushes.

Luo Jia saw that there were still many fresh branches falling on this path, and the wheels ran over them, making a rattling sound.

Some lush branches directly brushed the car body, Luo Jia looked terrified.

The fork at the tip of the branch is sharp, and it hurts the eyes when it hits the car, as if hanging on the branch is not a leaf, but a rattling banknote.

Fu Sinian was handsome and indifferent as always, he drove quietly, didn't speak, drove the Bentley like a tractor, and rushed forward brutely, without feeling sorry for him at all.

After brushing against a bunch of savage bushes again and making a loud noise, Luo Jia couldn't help saying: "Slow down, it's too dangerous."

Fu Sinian groaned, did not speak, tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and the speed of the car really slowed down a bit.

"Is there not much people walking on this road, the tree grows well." Luo Jia muttered to himself.

Fu Sinian groaned again, like a gourd.

In fact, this road was carved out by Fu Sinian in the past few days.

When recording variety shows, he discovered that Xu Luojia was very sensitive to the camera. When he entered the camera in the morning, he always had to be cautious for a while, tense, like a cat with fried hair in the face of danger. Get used to dense and ferocious shots.

For grandpa's funeral this time, he has deleted the group visits, and reporters are prohibited from taking pictures in the funeral home, so as to minimize the number of shots he has to face, which makes Xu Luojia feel more at ease.

But before stepping into the mourning hall, the funeral parlor would definitely surround many reporters, and he couldn't stop them, so he asked people to open a new road overnight.It's not very difficult, something that can be done with money.

The car reached the end and could no longer move forward. Fu Sinian stopped the car and said, "There is still a little way to go, let's walk over."

Luo Jia nodded and got out of the car.

The trees here are thousands of feet high, everything is verdant, and there is no one inhabited. You can only hear the sound of birds flying by, and it is not polite to go in to express condolences with a hat on, so Luo Jia puts it on the seat without a hat and a mask.

When he got out of the car, he closed the door and saw that the side of the car was scratched, revealing golden scratches, and sighed softly.

Fu Sinian said: "It's okay, just send it to touch up the paint."

The two walked straight along the path, stepping on the mud and leaving footprints.

Luo Jia looked down while walking, sometimes stepping harder or lighter, the mud on the ground will leave different marks, just like playing a piano game, every step will leave marks.

Fu Sinian lowered his head and glanced at the mud, suddenly a nerve in his mind tensed up, and he instinctively issued a warning.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought for two seconds.

Suddenly, Fu Sinian grabbed Xu Luojia and said, "Stop playing, be careful—"

Luo Jia was about to look back at him. Suddenly, many reporters rushed out from the woods on both sides. All of them were carrying cameras and microphones, asking questions in their mouths, with expressions on their faces as if they had discovered the New World back then. Europeans, full of excitement and greed.

In fact, before Luo Jia had time to see clearly, a black peaked cap was put on his head, covering the sun and the crowd.

Fu Sinian quickly put on a mask on his face, and the edges of the mask hung on his ears.

The moment Fu Sinian's fingertips left his ears, the rubber band of the mask bounced to the skin, making a "boom".

Luo Jia's pupils dilated slightly.

When the reporters rushed up, Fu Sinian had already helped Xu Luojia put on his hat and mask, held him in his arms, blocked him with his body, and looked coldly at the reporters who were charging like a thousand horses.

The sound of the camera "咔咚咚", the frequency is like a heavy-duty machine gun fired continuously and quickly, and silver lights are constantly flashing in front of you.

"Xu Luojia, in what capacity did you come to Mr. Fu's funeral?"

"Xu Luojia, have you divorced Mr. Fu?"

"Xu Luojia, will you stand at the family table?"

"Xu Luojia, you came to Mr. Fu's funeral even after you got divorced. Will the Fu family make things difficult for you?"

"Xu Luojia, may I ask you to participate in Mr. Fu's property distribution? Do you have any ideas?"

"Xu Luojia..."

Fu Sinian covered Xu Luojia's ears with his hands, and in a completely protective posture, he raised his legs and walked forward.

Fu Sinian said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, there will be no reporters after you go in."

The tip of Luo Jia's nose smells like Fu Sinian's suit, the sharp smell of cedar.Being held in his arms, he couldn't actually see anything, and was held in Fu Sinian's arms and walked forward.

Fu Sinian's hands were big and cold, and his ears were vague, noisy and noisy, as if bullets had passed by his side, but would never land on him.

Luo Jia kept silent, stretched out his hand to button his hat a little lower, stared at the mud on the ground, and walked forward silently.

Fortunately, although there were only a lot of crazy reporters and media, and the sound of the camera never stopped, Xu Luojia was not hurt at all.

His face was completely covered by the hat and mask in time, no camera caught him, his ears were covered by Fu Sinian's hands, he couldn't hear those strange and embarrassing questions, and he wasn't squeezed by reporters.

Fu Sinian's shoulders and chest are very broad, and he can completely protect Xu Luojia and hold him in his arms, but no reporter dared to touch Fu Sinian.

Finally, under heavy siege, the two finally entered the gate.

As soon as he entered the gate, Luo Jia pushed Fu Sinian away, took off his hat and mask, and took a breath.

After a while, Luo Jia showed a friendly smile, and said to Fu Sinian politely and alienatedly: "Thank you, I have caused you trouble."