The president relies on me to continue his marriage

After all, this is where Ji Beimu lives.

Throughout the country, there are not a few people who want to exterminate Ji Beimu.

After all, the man's ability to sit in his current position naturally affected the interests of many people.

After a while, Xia Jinyuan pointed to the sky and said, "Sister, look, there are five helicopters up there now."

Xia Yanxi looked up again, and saw that it was so.

It seems that the two planes commanded by the captain of the bodyguard just now went up.

She took Xia Jinyuan by the hand and hid under the eaves vigilantly.

Fortunately, the helicopter of unknown origin also left quickly, and more disputes were avoided.

Xia Yanxi let out a long sigh of relief, and the phone rang at this moment.

It was a text message from an unfamiliar number: [I said, I will come back to pick you up. 】

She frowned tightly.

Because this text message was sent to her by the mysterious person yesterday.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Xia Jinyuan asked her worriedly when she saw her frown deeply.

"It's nothing." Xia Yanxi put away her phone, "We want to go back to the house and rest for a while."

Back inside, Xia Yanxi called that strange number, but the other party didn't answer.

She inexplicably connected the mysterious helicopter just now.

Is there any connection between the two?

But after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a reason...

Ji Beimu returned to Tanglin Group to start the next development of the chip group.

That afternoon, Ji Beihuai's family came.

"Third Master, do you want to drive them away?" Zhao Bin asked him.

"Since we're here, there's no reason to drive them away." Ji Beimu leaned on the back of the sofa casually with a tall expression.

Only then did Zhao Bin ask people to let Ji Beihuai in.

"Third brother." Ji Beihuai walked up to him with a smile on his face, and looked down at him.

But even if Ji Beihuai was standing, his aura was not as strong as Ji Beimu's.

The man on the sofa was playing with a white porcelain teacup. The small teacup made his fingers even more slender.

He lazily raised his eyes, and looked at Ji Beihuai with a half-smile, "It seems that your body is recovering well."

These words reminded Ji Beihuai of his experience of being starved and fainted some time ago.

The smile he forced on his face suddenly froze, and he looked at Ji Beimu with dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Ji Beimu, don't go too far, let those comments on the Internet disappear now!"

After Ji Beihuai woke up, he found a lot of connections to suppress those rumors.

But Tanglin Group owns many media subsidiaries, and now Ji Beimu has taken over the power.

Without Ji Beimu's permission, who would dare to suppress those news.

"Are you here to negotiate terms with me today?" Ji Beimu's deep eyes were full of sarcasm.

"You!" Ji Beihuai clenched his fists, his heart was full of hatred for him, "We are brothers anyway, do you really want to kill me cleanly?!"

Hearing this, Zhao Bin couldn't help but sneered, "If you hadn't been obsessed with wanting me to betray the third master, and threatened me to take you to open the third master's study, how could you be reduced to this state now? ?”

"Shut up!" Ji Beihuai grabbed a teacup and threw it at Zhao Bin.

Zhao Bin dodged swiftly, and the teacup landed at his feet.

Just as Ji Beihuai turned his head, a teacup hit him in the face without any mistakes.

The cup was originally filled with tea, but now it also fell from his face to his neck.

"Hiss—" Ji Beihuai gasped from the heat.

He looked angrily in the direction the teacup was thrown towards him.

He saw Ji Beimu on the sofa, and the teacup he was playing with just now was gone.

"How dare you hit me with a teacup!" Ji Beihuai stepped forward angrily.

"I will treat you as you treat my people." Ji Beimu stood up with a frosty face.

Zhao Bin was very moved when he heard this.

"Ji Beimu, you are really despicable!" Ji Beihuai raised his fist and threw it at him.

Ji Beimu raised his foot casually and kicked Ji Beihuai down.

Zhao Bin shook his head again and again, looking at Ji Beihuai sympathetically.

Ji Beihuai is nearly fifty years old, and Ji Sanye is more than twenty years younger than him.

Just because of the age gap, Ji Beihuai's strength is not comparable to Ji Beihuai's.

What's more, Mr. Ji still keeps exercising regularly.

Ji Beihuai stood up from the ground, and rushed towards him unwillingly.

Ji Beimu looked at him calmly.

Only the weak will arm themselves with a fierce shell.

Ji Beihuai's actions were just a bluff in front of him.

Just when Ji Beihuai approached him again, Ji Beimu was about to grab his arm, but at this moment his heart felt a throbbing pain.

"Cough cough cough!" Ji Beimu coughed up a lot of blood.

The blood dyed a few shocking snow plum blossoms on his white shirt.

"Third Master!" Zhao Bin exclaimed and rushed over.

Because of this accident, Ji Beihuai's fist that he swung in the past froze in mid-air.

Ji Beimu vomited blood.

What's happening here?
In order to avoid more troubles for himself, it is of course impossible for Ji Beimu to disclose his physical condition to the public.

Although Ji Beihuai had heard some rumors about what happened last time.

But seeing Ji Beimu in high spirits today, he didn't fully believe it.

But now...

After realizing it, Ji Beihuai laughed loudly, "So you are really sick! Haha! If this matter gets out, the Tangling Group will definitely change again!"

"Shut up! Get out!" Zhao Bin supported Ji Beimu, and reprimanded Ji Beihuai with a cold face.

Ji Beihuai still leaned forward and backward with laughter, clapping his hands and applauding, "You die quickly, you will be free if you die!"

As long as Ji Beimu disappears from this world, Tangling Group will fall into his hands again!

After Ji Beihuai said this, he was dragged out by the bodyguards.

"Master, are you okay?" Zhao Bin asked worriedly.

"Medicine..." Ji Beimu's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he pointed to the desk.

Zhao Bin helped him sit back on the sofa, walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and found a bottle of painkillers from it.

He brought the bottle of medicine to Ji Beimu.

The man took out two pills and swallowed them with warm water.

After a while, the body felt more comfortable.

Ji Beimu leaned back against the back of the sofa, his knuckle fingers inserted into the hair along his forehead.

He closed his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes.

Zhao Bin looked anxious, "Third Master, why don't we go to that famous doctor again?"

These days, he asked people to investigate the trace of the famous doctor, but found nothing.

But apart from that person, they couldn't find a more capable doctor.

Ji Beimu moved his fingers.

Zhao Bin knew that he wanted to be alone for a while, so he left helplessly.

After a while, Ji Beimu opened his eyes again.

He looked at the empty office, and then moved his eyes to the door of the office lounge.

Although Xia Yanxi only lived here with him for a few days, they seem to have left a lot of memories.

They used to sit here and have breakfast together, they used to lie in that big bed together.

When they woke up, the first thing they saw was each other.

Ji Beimu walked to the desk, looked at the large stack of documents on the desk, and for the first time felt the feeling of wanting to escape.

In the past, he was a real workaholic who regarded work as everything in his life.

But now, he enjoys the warmth given by that girl.

Ji Beimu took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Yanxi a WeChat message: 【Have you had lunch yet? 】

He held the phone and waited intently for a reply.

But after 10 minutes, Xia Yanxi still didn't reply.

Ji Beimu became irritable for no reason, and called the housekeeper Yan Bo, "What is she doing?"

Yan Bo knew that since he called home, the question was naturally about Xia Yanxi.

"Third Master, the third lady is telling a fairy tale to the young master."

Talking for so long?

"Didn't she bring her mobile phone with her?" Ji Beimu tried hard to make his voice natural.

"The third lady left her mobile phone in the living room. They are on the balcony now. Do you need me to notify the third lady?"

Ji Beimu tapped his slender fingers on the desk, "No need."

After finishing the call, he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

Why at this moment, he also wants to hear the girl tell fairy tales.

Ji Beimu tried his best to concentrate on processing the documents in front of him.

But after half an hour, I didn't even read a few lines.

He squeezed the space between his brows and pressed a button on the desktop.

Zhao Bin received his summons, opened the door of the office and walked in.

"Pack up all these documents, I'm going home to work." Ji Beimu put one hand in his suit trouser pocket and walked out.

Zhao Bin only decided to go home because he was not feeling well.

He hurriedly asked people to prepare the car.

Sitting in the car, Ji Beimu conceived in his mind the appearance of the girl telling fairy tales seriously.

Realizing that he was actually longing for it, Ji Beimu told himself in his heart: He was only looking forward to it because he had never heard anyone tell him a fairy tale.

It must be just that.

Back at the villa, after Ji Beimu got off the car, he couldn't wait to walk into the house, and found two figures in the sunlight.

Xia Jinyuan leaned close to Xia Yanxi's body, her fleshy little hands wrapped around her waist.

Ji Beimu's Adam's apple rolled, and he really wanted to part that little hand.

He stepped harder on purpose, trying to remind them.

Hearing the voice, the little boy turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes suddenly full of hostility.

Ji Beimu frowned, walked over and found that Xia Yanxi had fallen asleep.

He bent down subconsciously, trying to hug the girl up.

Xia Jinyuan hugged her even tighter, looked at him vigilantly and asked, "Did brother-in-law snatch my sister away in the same way last night?"