Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

Wei Kesong didn't expect Chu Mingzhou to walk so fast, and when he returned, he saw only an empty hall, and only Feng Tu was left standing on the stage in the room where there was a lot of drinking and drinking.

Feng Tu looked coldly and dazedly at the empty place below, just now he was brought up by Chu Mingzhou to admit his identity, he is the new head of the Chu family.

Chu Mingzhou briefly and quickly introduced the situation of the Chu family to him, and calmly said under his snorting gaze, Feng Tu, I am about to die, even if Ke Song rejects me, my death will be a great blow to him , I don't want to die in front of him, but I also don't want to hand him back to Wei Fangqiang, and I don't want to entrust him to anyone who might hurt him.

Feng Tu, you know how attractive he is, you can't protect him as a celebrity, but you can as the head of the Chu family.

Feng Tu was silent for a long time, and said sarcastically: "Aren't you the one who hurt him the most? You like you because of this idiot..."

Chu Mingzhou interrupted Feng Tu's words very softly: "Yes, he likes me, so my death is the greatest harm to him. Feng Tu, if Chu Mingzhou dies, where will Wei Kesong find another person? Come to rely on comfort? He can't even hate me, who else can he love?"

Chu Mingzhou raised his eyes and stared at Feng Tu's facial features similar to his own. Feng Tu's shocked face was reflected in his pupils. Chu Mingzhou said, "Are you right, my younger brother, Mr. Feng?"

Chu Mingzhou's meaning couldn't be more obvious, he wants Feng Tu to be his substitute, to play the role of the next Chu Mingzhou, and continue to accompany Wei Kesong through the next days.

Feng Tu laughed back angrily: "I'm thankful that you're dead, why do you continue to act as you to harm Wei Kesong?! Did he dig your ancestral grave in the previous life to make you take revenge on him like this in this life?!"

Chu Mingzhou was not angry: "Feng Tu, you know how much he liked me. I said I wanted to marry him but he refused and I died immediately after he refused, but so many people know that I treat him differently. Guess what? How would the former Patriarch of the Chu family treat Wei Kesong, the person I like who has overshadowed the sky with one hand and has countless backers? Wei Kesong also learned from me and was appointed as the heir by me. Everyone will take it for granted that Wei Kesong Song knows all my secrets, I'm still alive, no one will dare to touch him, but once I die..."

Feng Tu's breathing became short of breath, and Chu Mingzhou continued calmly, "He will be locked up by the next Patriarch and ask me..."

Feng Tu stood up abruptly. He crossed the table and grabbed the collar of Chu Mingzhou who was in the wheelchair. Although he was quickly pushed back by the bodyguards guarding both sides, most of his clothes were ripped open, revealing his tight hair. The contours of his pectoral muscles, the muscles on his neck jumping, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and his voice hoarse: "I fucking Chu Mingzhou! You fucking did it on purpose!!! You announced this on purpose today !"

Chu Mingzhou glanced at him: "My mother is your mother, keep your mouth clean. Yes, that's right, I did it on purpose. What about your answer, Mr. Feng?"

Chu Mingzhou continued to throw a knife at Feng Tu's heart without moving: "What Feng Tu are you hesitating about? This is the identity that you are most likely to accompany Ke Song for the rest of your life. You are at best a substitute for me. Let him empathize with you, do you really expect Croissant to fall in love with you?"

Chu Mingzhou's eyes were white as Chen Xue, who hadn't melted for years: "Why, among those of us who like him, are you the most hated by him? You are ignorant, have a bad temper, and can't talk brains. Who do you have?" Other than being my younger brother who can be worthy of Wei Kesong? At the beginning, I almost sent myself to someone else's bed. If he hadn't stopped me, I would praise you now. Why do you want him to like you?"

Feng Tu was panting ferociously. The bodyguards on both sides could hardly hold back the tendon-covered star. They were a little startled, for fear that this person would violently hurt Chu Mingzhou again, but soon they found that Feng Tu was no longer struggling. He closed his eyes and leaned back dejectedly, mockingly with absent-minded eyes: "Chu Mingzhou, do you know why you can't get Wei Kesong?"

Chu Mingzhou was silent for a while, he felt that he would not like the answer to Feng Tu's question, but he still asked, "Why?"

Feng Tu sneered: "You've even thought about how to push him away, how could you get him? Wei Kesong surrendered your army without fighting, and you surrendered before the confrontation, Chu Mingzhou, I really look down on you. "

Chu Mingzhou paused for a moment, noncommittal: "I look down on you too."

But he said he looked down on Chu Mingzhou, the moment Feng Tu stood under the dazzling crystal chandelier that was different from the spotlight, and the moment he admitted his identity as the new Patriarch amid false and neat applause, he also laughed at himself, damn it , Feng Tu, aren't you like this too?

Wei Kesong hasn't said what he wants from you, so you're rushing? !You don't even have the consent of the people involved, and even if you go to the end, Wei Kesong may not like you.

How could Wei Kesong like Feng Tu, pick and choose, the only thing about Feng Tu that Wei Kesong didn't hate was his face.

This face is very similar to Chu Mingzhou's when he was young.

Standing behind Chu Mingzhou's wheelchair, Feng Tu listened to the people below talking about his background and origins, his expression was sullen and fierce, his hands clenched and then loosened, loosened and clenched again, his knuckles were pinched until they turned white.

This place that swallows people like a cemetery, this place where Wei Kesong and Chu Mingzhou used to live is his new residence, and he will exist in this place as the continuation of Mr. Chu, a dying person.

Feng Tu numbly tugged at the corner of his mouth, sounding like a successor whose half foot had already stepped into the coffin lid.

Wei Kesong looked up at the expressionless Feng Tu standing on the stage: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Tu moved his eyes slowly, and met Wei Kesong, he let go of his stiff fingers, and sneered as usual: "The new head of the Chu family, I'm awesome, right?"

Wei Kesong was not surprised by this result. Qin Yue had given him popular science a long time ago. Chu Mingzhou had trained Feng Tu as his successor a long time ago. It is reasonable for him to take over now. Holding the ring: "Where's Chu Mingzhou?"

The arrogant expression on Feng Tu's face froze for a moment, and then he said calmly, "How did I know, I don't know where to go to die."

Feng Tu's words were spoken casually and with a repressed malice, and they hit Wei Kesong's lungs straight to the point, and his mind was in a mess of depression, all of which were the last words of Chu Mingzhou's suspected suicide note.

Wei Kesong was cut open by Feng Tu's words, and his anger burst out, and he said angrily, "Is that how you talk to your brother?! He gave you the Chu family anyway! You are still standing in Chu's house!" In the hall of the house, are you guilty of cursing Chu Mingzhou to death? Feng Tu? Keep your mouth clean!"

Less than half an hour ago, Chu Mingzhou's understatement scolded him, "Keep your mouth clean", and now Wei Kesong's sentence overlapped strangely in Feng Tu's mind, echoing repeatedly in the spacious and overly spacious hall of Chu's house , Feng Tu's hand in the pocket of his leather jacket was clenched into a tight fist. He half squatted down, knelt down on one knee, and looked at Wei Kesong, who was standing under the table, gloomyly. His eyes were blank for three seconds. Those who lost focus had low voices, as if they were talking to themselves.

"Did I come from this kind of upbringing? I was born without a mother. I have been a gangster since I was a child. My mouth is quite unclean." Feng Tutou said casually: "You are right, and Chu Mingzhou is right too. , Come on, why are you looking for him? Maybe he's not dead yet, can I give you a message?"

Feng Tu lowered his head and chuckled, there was no emotion in his eyes.

It's not surprising that Wei Ke said this, he was nothing to Wei Kesong.

But he was just upset, Feng Tu clenched his teeth and his eyes were red. He knew that he was not worthy of Wei Kesong, but he was unwilling to become the next Chu Mingzhou. He took a deep breath and turned his head to Wei Kesong and said, " Last time you said that you would give me the answer after the show..."

Wei Kesong spoke almost at the same time as him: "Can I have a face-to-face talk with Chu Mingzhou?"

Both of them were silent, Feng Tu stared at Wei Kesong, and Wei Kesong involuntarily looked away, Feng Tu sneered, "No, he died, I buried him alive, and his ashes were buried alive." I won, you have to talk to him face to face about your next life!"

Wei Kesong frowned and was about to speak when Feng Tu leaned over viciously, pointing the tip of his nose at Wei Kesong's nose and said, "I just have a dirty mouth, clean it up if you have the ability!"

Wei Kesong was stunned for a moment, and forgot to avoid it. Seeing Feng Tu's face getting closer, he almost thought that he was about to kiss him, but suddenly stopped, the two breaths were intertwined like this, Feng Tu Dingding stared at him for a long time, his eyes were ferocious and lingering, but he just looked away for a moment and stood up, he gave Wei Kesong a condescending look, and said angrily: "Go away, idiot, you still have to shoot a show tomorrow. "

Wei Kesong stared blankly at Feng Tu's back being gilded by the warm yellow halo of the sunrise. Feng Tu suddenly raised his hand to wipe his face as he walked, smiled and cursed, and put his exaggerated earrings away Pulling it off and throwing it aside: "Damn it, I'm dead, I won't wear it anymore."

He left tall and straight, without earrings, without bowing his body in his pocket, and no longer walking swagger. His back was inexplicably similar to Chu Mingzhou.

The director looked at the footage he had taken of the old and new owners of the Chu family in fear. The popular film king became a top figure overnight, and the entertainment industry would be shaken by stomping his feet. Who would dare to spread such relevant news casually?

He had no choice but to report to his immediate superior. It just so happened that the company of the online variety show "Seven Days of Love" was owned by the Wei family, and the boss here had also changed. No one has the energy to deal with the small things that should be broadcast in a web drama, and the report is typed up and pressed down.

At the same time, the director who witnessed two big companies changing bosses:  …

I'm too difficult.