Chapter 493: Banquet at the Hongmen

He just wants to fight for something for himself, each according to his ability.

"But it really wasn't me."

He Rui: "Fu Cheng, don't you understand? It doesn't matter what you did, what matters is that in the eyes of the outside world, even the police, you did this. What did I tell you? I told you not to go Why are you disobedient if you mess with him?"

Fu Cheng is obviously not the same kind of person as Fu Jiang. Even at this time, he did not appear flustered, "You don't have to worry about my affairs, I will take care of it myself."

The phone rang, it was a call from Fu Nanli, the voice of the person on the other end was deep, unable to detect any emotion, "Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Okay, brother."

After hanging up the phone, He Rui was worried: "Fu Nanli invited you to dinner?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you refuse?"

"Why refuse? He is my brother after all."

"Aren't you afraid it's a Hongmen banquet? I've told you repeatedly that Fu Nanli has never been a good person."

Fu Cheng pressed his mother's shoulder: "Okay, it's fine."

In the Xiaotangshan Club that night, the long tables under the crystal chandelier were covered with white tablecloths, and the goblets and silver-plated knives and forks shone under the light.

When Fu Cheng entered, Fu Nanli was already sitting, and he smiled and called brother as if nothing happened.

Fu Nanli also smiled at him: "Sit down."

Fu Nanli sat on the main seat, and Fu Cheng sat down beside him.

"Brother, is your injury okay?"

Fu Nanli held the silver chopsticks with his slender fingers, and smiled on the surface: "I can't die."

Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and put vegetables into the bone dish.

"That's good, I'm worried."

Fu Nanli finally looked up at him, "As a result of the police investigation, some evidence points to you. Do you have anything to say?"

He spoke so calmly, as if he was talking about drinking together tonight. Fu Cheng paused, and the air seemed to freeze. It was obviously a peaceful atmosphere, but Fu Cheng vaguely sensed the imposing manner of swords being drawn. After a long while, he laughed. He smiled, "Brother, I don't."

Fu Nanli's expression could not be seen to be happy or angry. He just dropped the chopsticks in his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief beside him: "The police said that the evidence points to you, and I really don't believe it."

Fu Cheng looked at his brother: "There must be some misunderstanding."

The corner of Fu Nanli's mouth slightly raised: "The Fu family has already produced a Fu Jiang, and he is already in jail."

"Yes." The hand holding the chopsticks was tightly clenched, with veins showing.

"I don't want the Fu family to produce another Fu Jiang. The Fu family will become the talk and laughing stock of others."

"Brother is right, I always remember it in my heart."

"I've already told the police that it shouldn't be you. It's just that the police focus on facts and evidence. The evidence points to your bodyguard. I won't interfere with the law."

Fu Cheng's hand holding the chopsticks was tightened, and the corner of his mouth smiled helplessly.

He set up a trick to make him take the blame, and said it so grandly, his cousin, he really underestimated him, seriously underestimated him.

It's strange to say that he studied abroad since he was a child, and Zhonghuan is the only prince, so he doesn't have to fight for anything. He doesn't understand where his brother's scheming comes from.

In the final analysis, I am afraid it is born.

"What brother said is that maybe my bodyguard did such a treacherous thing behind my back. If it is really him, I will definitely not condone and raise him, and I will definitely hand him over to the police."