C11

The atmosphere in the hall turned hot as the entire hall began to stir.

Cheng Xirong's gaze was very gentle as it landed on Feng Yi's body without much substance. He seemed to be looking in that direction, at that person. But it only seemed like it. His smile deepened a little, crossed a certain threshold, and became somber.

Its gentle features, devoid of any hint of invasion, intertwined into a strange feeling.

Feng Yi almost couldn't hold it in. His voice rose a few pitch: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong repeated: "Is the will he made two years ago in your hands?"

Cheng Xirong asked the director for the footage of the incident after Feng Yi's Weiya incident. He read it over and over again until he felt a chill all over his body and his hands were shaking so badly that he could not hold the glass of water.

At that time, Feng Yi was slammed into the wall, and a steel bar was pierced right in front of him. Feng Yi pressed his knee against the wall. When he stopped, the steel bar had barely scratched the skin on his chest.

If he was a little bit off, Feng Yi would have had his chest pierced by that steel bar.

He could only watch as Feng Yi slid toward the steel bar out of control while he was powerless outside the screen. This anxiety tortured Cheng Xirong for a long time. It was the first time he had felt Death at his side. No matter what social status one possessed, no matter how much wealth one possessed, one would never be able to resist death.

Cheng Xirong notarized the will and divided all his property into two parts. One for his parents and one for Feng Yi.

Feng Yi didn't know. Cheng Xirong didn't tell him, or rather, he didn't even have the time to tell him.

There was dead silence in the meeting room. Cheng Xirong gave him a cell phone number: "Try calling him right now."

Feng Yi showed a face of resistance. In just a split-second, he disappeared. The knife was resting on his neck. Everyone was waiting for him to make this call, waiting for a follow-up statement. The assistant gave him a hand. Feng Yi ran his fingers across the screen for a long time before he finally unlocked the dial.

His cell phone was turned on, and everyone present could hear him clearly. It was a lawyer.

"Mr. Cheng Xirong has made a notary's will in my office, and I will be responsible for his registration and safekeeping. "Mr. Feng, do you need to announce the contents of the will now?"

Feng Yi swallowed his saliva and looked at the reporter opposite him. "OK."

"Mr. Cheng's insurance beneficiaries are his parents. At the same time, he divided his assets into three broad categories. One, the income from the sale of the fixed assets was placed with his bank account, divided into two parts, one for his parents and the other for charity. The shares and dividends of the investment are transferred 50 percent to the parents and 50 percent to set up a film award to encourage newcomers. 3. The scripts and copyright he has purchased in recent years shall be left to the person holding the keepsake. "

The lawyer finished his piece in one breath and the hall was silent for a long time. Feng Yi waited for a long time before asking, "No more?"

Lawyers said: "That's the main thing. For privacy's sake, I can't go into such details at such an occasion. In relation to the specific distribution of the estate, I will go through the details with the people and institutions mentioned above. "

Feng Yi held onto the cane, his knuckles were blue and white, and there was no blood on his lips, "Holding the token …" "What does that mean?"

The lawyer asked with concern, "May I ask Mr. Feng if Mr. Cheng left you any jade artifacts?"

Feng Yi shook his head in confusion. After a while, he realized the other party couldn't see him and added, "No."

The lawyer said regretfully, "Then I'm sorry, but this third rule is not directed at you. This will... It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Feng. "

Cheng Xirong felt the Pi Dark Jade Xiu on his palm become cool and gentle, and his voice became calmer and calmer. He said: "Right now, what position do you have to deal with Cheng Xirong's affairs?"

The scene was in chaos. All the reporters were in an uproar. They no longer cared about the situation and could no longer maintain a solemn silence. Flash lights came frequently, and some of them were aimed at Cheng Xirong. Some of them even had cameras on their shoulders as they approached Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong subconsciously stood on the spot, turned around and looked at the media in the back row. Until his line of sight was blocked by a slender hand. Fu Zhou covered his eyes with one hand and pulled his upper arm with the other. As he dragged him to the side, Fu Zhou bent down and said, "Close your eyes. Be careful not to go blind."

Cheng Xirong's eyes felt sore and tears rolled down uncontrollably. He didn't want to cry. It was too late for him to laugh when he saw Feng Yi in such a sorry state. Tears are purely physiological, those lights are too bright. Cheng Xirong held this thought and moved his feet mechanically in the chaos.

There was a side door to the hall, and a corridor that led to it. It was a safe passage. Cheng Xirong grabbed Fu Zhou's hand and wiped his eyes. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Wait, why are you running?

Fu Zhou's body stiffened. He turned around and said in a muffled voice, "Oh, I was afraid that those reporters would tear you apart — — Sorry, I accidentally treated you as an underage …"

Cheng Xirong: "... Alright, that's none of your business. The venue is in such a mess right now, you can leave now. "

Fu Zhou suddenly turned to his other side, facing the direction he had come from. Cheng Xirong looked over, it was Feng Yi. Feng Yi's mood at this time... Cheng Xirong didn't really understand it, so he couldn't imagine it. They had never been on the opposite side before. There was never any betrayal.

Feng Yi quickened his pace when he was three meters away. He clenched his teeth and shouted: "Don't go! Just who are you!? Why do you know so much? "

Fu Zhou stopped him, pushed him in front of the chest with one hand and said in a low voice: "If you have something to say, back off."

Feng Yi had completely lost control. He has played the gentle and kind gentleman of so many years, magnanimous, tolerant, doting. All the positive images, after the publication of the will, finally shattered themselves.

Fu Zhou hid for a while and then pulled back his cane. He hesitated for a moment: "Am I considered bullying the disabled?"

Cheng Xirong: "... "You …"

Fu Zhou muttered to himself, "You did it first."

He hit Feng Yi on the elbow and easily seized the cane. Holding the cane in his hand, he jolted it and felt that it was quite convenient to use it. Next, he whipped Feng Yi's knee — the leg that didn't have any old wounds. Feng Yi fell to the ground after his actions were completed in one go.

Fu Zhou threw the cane back and sincerely said: "I said, step back."

Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded as he let Fu Zhou pull him away. It wasn't until they walked out of the corridor and into the elevator did Cheng Xirong come back to his senses: "Why did you hit him?"

Fu Zhou: "I'm defending you. He'll tear you apart even more than those reporters. "

"Why me?"

Fu Zhou had a face full of certainty: "If you send me an invitation, I'll follow you. Isn't that your plan? "

Would anyone plan to beat him? This hammer...

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and rubbed his face. He let out a breath and adjusted his mood: "Then from now on, there is no plan."

Liu Shisui shrugged, took off his hat, ran it through his hair, and put it on again. However, the moment he turned around, Cheng Xirong saw Hee Yiming running towards him at the speed of a hundred meters.

Cheng Xirong wrapped his arm around Fu Zhou's waist, "Wait, I think I'll go with you."