She looked at the cameraman and then the staff behind her:
"Don't think you are an exception. The next one could be you, or you, who is watching the news right now." "You are the next Gu Xiaoxu."
He Youwei's photographer had turned off the camera early, but the self-media members who came with her did not.
Everyone excitedly pointed their cameras at Lin Jiaqiao: "Do you know any inside information? Tell us more."
Zhao Ruihe frowned. Lin Dapeng knew what he was going to do next and hurriedly pulled him back.
Zhao Ruihe broke free from his hand and stood up without hesitation.
He told the story he had made up.
Finally, he showed everyone the business cards that Gu Xiaoxu had collected, "They are accomplices."
Zhao Ruihe stared at the camera, "He Youwei is the mastermind, and they and I are accomplices. Every one of us is guilty."
The young man who had spoken to him before was also in He Youwei's team.
He shouted in dissatisfaction: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't just talk nonsense because you have the microphone. What have we done wrong? What crime have we committed?"
The other reporters who were named were also very dissatisfied and said that Zhao Ruihe was wrongly accusing others.
When Zhou Lai Fu heard that he was Gu Xiaoxu's boyfriend, he pulled his son out of the crowd.
He pushed the child in front of Zhao Ruihe and said confidently, "This is Gu Xiaoxu's son. Gu Xiaoxu's house and money belong to him."
Zhao Ruihe looked at the shameless man, then looked down at the boy with a gleaming face. He sneered, "You are worthy."
"Don't even think about touching a penny of Gu Xiaoxu's money."
Zhou Laifu got anxious, grabbed Zhao Ruihe's arm, and shouted at everyone, "Judge this, there is no such thing in the world. A mother died and didn't give her things to her son."
He cursed: "How shameless of you to covet my woman and her money as well."
"I'm telling you, if you don't give me the money today, I, my son will not help that woman and let her become a lonely ghost. Even if she dies—"
Ms. Qiao couldn't stand it anymore and scolded, "Shut up, who do you think you are? How dare you come here and talk nonsense."
"Gu Xiaoxu is not your woman, she is a victim, and you are a rapist." Although he was answering Zhou Laifu, Zhao Ruihe stared at his son, "And you, are not Gu Xiaoxu's son."
"You are just evidence of your father's crime."
"The only reason you're alive is to prove that your father is a criminal."
Although Zhou Laifu's son didn't understand, he knew it wasn't a good thing to say. He rolled his eyes and threw himself into Zhou Laifu's arms and started crying.
Zhou Laifu was dissatisfied, "Nonsense, Gu Xiaoxu and I had a feast, and our whole village can prove it."
When Gu Yiming came down from the mountain, he saw this ridiculous scene.
Lin Jiaqiao was confronting He Youwei, and Qin Guan was with her. Zhou Laifu and his son blocked Zhao Ruihe and did not allow him to leave.
Lin Dapeng and Cui Boxing were on the phone.
Two people who have been upright for half their lives are using their respective connections to request that news related to "An Xile" and "Gu Xiaoxu" should no longer appear on the Internet.
For a moment, Gu Yiming wanted to laugh.
He didn't understand why those who did wrong could stay out of it.
Why didn't they punish
Because the post was deleted in time, the matter of 'Looking for Xiaoxu' finally calmed down.
Although some netizens pretended to be rational and said, "For the post to be deleted from the entire network, there must be a hidden secret," the vast majority of people believed that the dead were the most important and quickly let the matter go.
February 1st this year is the tenth day of the first lunar month. According to Haicheng customs, this day is the day to say goodbye to the old year.
Gu Yiming's health did not improve, so Lin Dapeng and Ms. Qiao forced him to stay at home for the New Year.
Lin Dapeng actually wanted Zhao Ruihe to come, but they couldn't contact him since Gu Xiaoxu's funeral.
Ms. Qiao knew that everyone was in a bad mood, so she started working in the morning and planned to prepare delicious food for everyone.
At about five in the afternoon, Ms. Qiao said to Lin Jiaqiao, "Call your aunt. Why haven't they come yet?"
There is a custom in Haicheng that unmarried couples cannot celebrate the New Year together.
The two families have always celebrated the New Year together, but this year Qin Guan and Lin Jiaqiao officially started dating, so they had to celebrate separately.
This is the first time they get together this New Year.
Lin Dapeng said: "I called earlier, but no one answered."
Lin Jiaqiao remembered that Qin Guan's hand was injured during these few days.
She picked up the car keys, "I'll pick them up."
Lin Jiaqiao rang the doorbell in front of the villa for a long time, but no one opened the door for her. She could only call Qin Guan.
Qin Guan was already dressed. He said helplessly, "We were about to go out, but my parents started arguing again over a small matter."
Lin Jiaqiao stuck his head out and looked inside. The Qin family's hall was in a mess.
She asked worriedly, "Are you not hurt?"
"fine."
Qin Guan had no concept of keeping dirty laundry in public in front of her, so he pulled her in and said, "Mom and Dad, our godfather and godmother have asked Zhizhi to pick us up for dinner."
Mother Qin was angry and said unhappily, "I won't eat. I'm already full of anger!"
Comrade Daqin was so angry at her scolding that he stopped trying to comfort her. "Forget it, Zhizhi, Qin Guan, let's go!"
Mother Qin became even angrier.
Everything on the table that could be smashed had already been smashed. No one knew where she got the strength. She could not even open a bottle cap, but she managed to pick up a half-person-high vase from the antique display cabinet and throw it over.
“This is an antique!”
Daqin wailed and tried to rush over to rescue it, but he was a step too late and it had already shattered.
Qin Guan was afraid that his father would get hurt, so he quickly pulled the man behind him.
In this way, he is the person closest to the vase.
Lin Jiaqiao didn't know how Qin Guan got injured, so she was a little nervous. She was afraid that the vase would scratch Qin Guan's arm, so she stood in front of him.
The next moment, Qin Guan's mother exclaimed, "Zhizhi!"
Lin Jiaqiao felt pain in her arm. She looked down and saw a piece of broken porcelain stuck in her arm.
Lin Jiaqiao looked at the ground and saw that the vase had been broken into pieces.
Qin Guan is fine.
This is the only good news these days. Lin Jiaqiao couldn't help but smile.
"Is this kid crazy?"
Comrade Daqin was so anxious that he urged Qin Guan's mother: "Mother, bring the first aid kit quickly."
No one knew where the piece of porcelain was stuck, and Lin Jiaqiao's arm was covered with blood, which had dyed her sweater red.
Qin Guan's mother had never seen such a scene before. She had already fallen onto the sofa. Her voice was shaking: "Yes, yes, we need to find a first aid kit."
Qin Guan has already brought the first aid kit.
With a cold face, he did some simple treatment for Lin Jiaqiao, and then directed his father: "Dad, go drive the car, we're going to the hospital."
"Yes, yes, with injuries like this, we have to go to the hospital."
Comrade Daqin finally came to his senses and ran to the garage to get the car.
Mother Qin also cheered up and asked tearfully, "Zhizhi, does it hurt?"
Lin Jiaqiao comforted her, "It doesn't hurt. Even though you bleed so much, it doesn't hurt at all."
Qin Guan's voice was already frozen with ice: "How can it not hurt? It's so deep, it might damage the nerves. From now on-"
Lin Jiaqiao kicked him and told him not to scare people.
Mother Qin looked at him cautiously and asked, "It's just one hand. Is it okay?"
Qin Guan didn't even look at her: "I don't know, I'll have to go to the hospital to check it out."
At this time, Comrade Daqin drove up and honked at the door. In order to ease the atmosphere, Lin Jiaqiao said, "Let's go to the hospital."
Qin Guan was worried that Lin Jiaqiao's arm would be injured again, so he held her hand all the way. Lin Jiaqiao asked, "Are you tired? I can hold it myself—"
Qin Guan shouted, "Shut up!"
This was the first time he spoke to Lin Jiaqiao in this tone.
Lin Jiaqiao felt a little aggrieved and muttered softly, "You are so cold, as if I have never made you happy."
She wanted to ease the atmosphere, but unexpectedly, Qin Guan completely exploded:
"Lin Jiaqiao, do you think this is a minor injury? You know better than me how deep the porcelain fragment pierced."
"An inch more to the left, and your arm would be useless."
He was really angry, his face flushed, "Why do you always make me hate myself?"
Hearing that his arm was broken, Lin Jiaqiao felt better.
It seems that Qin Guan's arm was injured this time.
He took the hit for her, and thus escaped the disaster, and he can continue to work as a doctor in the future.
Lin Jiaqiao said: "Then I won't be a reporter anymore. I'll be the girlfriend of the richest man's son and come back to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks."
Qin Guan remained serious: "Stop smiling so frivolously!"
Lin Jiaqiao interrupted him, "It is because I knew the danger that I am glad that the person who was hurt was me, not you."
"My arm is injured, but it won't affect my typing. But if your arm is injured, the world will lose a very good doctor."
Lin Jiaqiao poked him with his uninjured hand. “Think about it this way. Isn’t it a good deal?”
Qin Guan frowned, "Don't talk nonsense—"
Before he could finish, Qin's mother in the passenger seat burst into tears.
She cried and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have lost my temper and smashed things. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. What should I do with your arm?"
Qin Guan glared at her, "How dare you cry? This has happened so many times. Can't you control your temper?"
She cried so pitifully that Comrade Daqin tried to comfort her, "It's okay, it's okay. Zhizhi has always been lucky. We'll hire the best doctor and she will be fine."
Lin Jiaqiao also looked at her and comforted her.
Qin Guan's mother finally stopped crying and looked at Qin Guan pitifully.
Qin Guan was still very angry, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Just wait and see how you explain it to your godfather and godmother."
Ms. Qin's tears, which had finally stopped, began to fall again.
"I'm screwed. Old Joe won't let me go. She'll chop me up and throw me into the well in the backyard of her old house."
She was really scared and started talking nonsense.
"Listen carefully to my will."
"I'll give you all my jewelry and all the gold bars in the bank."
"I split my savings in half with Guan Guan—"
Comrade Daqin always felt sorry for his wife, so he consoled her: "Don't scare yourself, Dalin is a policeman. Lao Qiao retired from the underworld after marrying him, and hasn't eaten anyone for a long time."