Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

The bigger the investment, the more the project will be stopped, and the losses that will occur in the middle will be huge.

What's more, human life is involved...

"But the news of the project's problems probably hasn't come out yet. I know that the biggest project is this." Lu Jiaqi said in a low voice, "Do you think Ji Ziyang knows something about it?"

People in their circle will at least know a little more about the affairs between various big companies.

Jiang Muyu's heart skipped a beat, "But we don't know if it's Haishi's project."

If you don't know anything, just ask Ji Ziyang, it will be difficult for him to figure it out.

"You're stupid, we don't know, but it must be easier for Ji Ziyang and Lin Fan to find out than us." Seeing her frowning, Lu Jiaqi couldn't help complaining.

Jiang Muyu thought about it and thought it was right.

Immediately, he dialed Ji Ziyang's phone number, and after a few rings, he was picked up.

Immediately, Ji Ziyang's clear voice came from the phone, "Hey, Yu Mupi, you call me at this time, are you going to treat me to dinner? Or are you going to treat me to afternoon tea?"

The voice was a little teasing and smiling, and the tone was full of familiarity that they were all familiar with.

Lu Jiaqi pointed to the afternoon tea she was still carrying.

Jiang Muyu: "Afternoon tea! Of course, if you want me to treat you to hot pot, that's fine too."

Ji Ziyang smiled lightly, "So easy to talk, Yumupipi, do you have something to ask me for more? Or did you do something to be sorry for me behind the scenes, and suddenly you want to invite me to afternoon tea, and you still want to treat me to dinner?" Hot pot, be frank and lenient."

Jiang Muyu touched her ears, and said awkwardly, "Why can't I have hot pot with you once?"

It's been a long time since I've just been exposed.

Ji Ziyang hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time.

"Oh, that's fine, you'd better not say anything else." The man's voice was narrow and provocative.

Jiang Muyu said: "Don't, Ji Tuhao, I'll bring you afternoon tea right now, okay, let's talk about something face to face."

"Hey, I know Elm Lumpy, you little girl will definitely have no good looking for me."

The two talked nonsense, hung up the phone, Jiang Muyu and Lu Jiaqi took a taxi directly to the place they had agreed with Ji Ziyang.

As soon as he entered, Lu Jiaqi quickly delivered the afternoon tea in his hand.

"Hey, afternoon tea!"

Ji Ziyang took a peek at the coffee and cake above, folded his arms and looked at the two of them, "Why did you two come here together? Also, when did you see that I like tiramisu?"

Jiang Muyu chuckled, "This one is delicious, just try it and you'll know."

Huo Dashao has a very picky mouth, and the things he likes to eat are generally really good.

The coffee and tiramisu she bought were all praised by Huo Dashao before. They are very famous for their taste and taste, and they are private food that most people can't eat.

Ji Ziyang's eyes sparkled, and he said, "Don't, let's talk about the matter first. You two came here and didn't let me hear what it was. I'm afraid there is poison in the coffee and cake."

Jiang Muyu's foot under the table subconsciously kicked his calf.

"Do you want to help?"

Ji Ziyang also ducked his feet habitually, and replied, "Help, help, but you have to tell me what the matter is, right?"

The dead girl still likes to kick his calves, and she always likes to kick a certain place.