Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 573 The president’s little rose was locked up in a dark room again and cried 7

Mu Jinzhi's movements froze, and Lu Yuan seemed a little embarrassed, but now he could only bite the bullet. He bent down and picked up the girl in the wheelchair.

Only after Ji Yan was picked up by him did she see Mu Jingzhi.

She was stunned for a moment, then said hello obediently: "Sir."

Mu Jinzhi hummed, then bent down to fold up the wheelchair and put it into the trunk.

Ji Yan was carried into the car by Lu Yuan and placed on the back seat.

He had to drive in front, and Lu Yuan was not sure about the president's temper. He just wanted to hug Yanyan. He must have read it correctly, right?

It seems that next time he has such an opportunity, he should try his best to give it to his husband.

Mu Jinzhi also got in the car. He sat in the back seat with Ji Yan.

He brought a blanket with him when he got into the car, and handed the blanket over when he got in.

Ji Yan took it and said thank you, lowered her eyes and put the blanket on her legs.

The two of them had no other communication after that. Lu Yuan felt the atmosphere was strangely stagnant even as he drove in front.

It just so happens that this child of the admiral's family is also well-behaved and talks little. When the two of them meet, they have nothing to say. When they grow up and get married, they probably will be like every president in the past. There is no emotion between the husband and wife. marriage.

Lu Yuan sighed, and then concentrated on driving.

More than two hours later, the car drove back to the villa, and Lu Yuan deliberately waited for the last one to get off.

Ji Yan squinted in the car for a while on the way back, and woke up after the car stopped. She removed the blanket from her legs and hugged her.

She turned her head and saw her husband getting out of the car, then walked to the other side and opened the door on her side.

"Come, let me hug you." Mu Jinzhi's voice was very soft, and his slender and beautiful hands took away the blanket from Ji Yan's arms and stretched out his arms towards her.

Ji Yan was startled for a moment, then she had no choice but to reach out to him and gently hug his neck.

Mu Jinzhi bent down to take her out of the car, and then picked her up horizontally.

Ji Yan was actually a little confused. She thought her husband would carry her into the wheelchair, but he didn't. After picking her up, he took her directly to the villa.

Ji Yan was stunned for a while, forgetting to take back the hand holding his neck. It was not until she realized what she was doing that she slowly lowered her arm.

Mu Jinzhi noticed her little movement, but didn't care.

There was no elevator installed in the villa, so he carried her up four flights of stairs and took her back to the bedroom in person.

Ji Yan was put on the bed by him, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she was out of her husband's arms.

"Thank you just now."

She was always polite and distant to him. Mu Jingzhi paused and said, "I'll leave first. Call me if you need anything."

Ji Yan hummed, then suddenly remembered the call record. After thinking about it, she stopped her husband before he left.

Mu Jinzhi turned around: "What's wrong?"

Ji Yan organized her words and asked, "Sir, did I call you in the middle of the night a few days ago?"

As he finished speaking, the memory of that night resurfaced in Mu Jinzhi's mind.

He looked slightly hesitant and did not respond in time.

Ji Yan was not sure whether that phone call was real.

She explained softly: "I found an extra call record on my phone today, but I don't seem to remember it."

"Maybe I called you when I was unconscious. I hope I didn't disturb you."

Mu Jinzhi shook his head, remembering that night when the girl softly expressed her longing for her father. His thoughts moved slightly and he asked her, "Do you miss the general?"

Ji Yan was startled again, then nodded: "Well, I miss him very much."

Shen brought her the news of her father's death, a cold message. She could not even see him for the last time. They said that he did not leave a body, so he turned into dust and returned to dust.

The last time I saw my father was two years ago.

He said that he had a very important mission, and it was also the first time that he had been away from her for so long, and this farewell was an eternal farewell. It was impossible for her to have no regrets, and she did not even believe that all of this was true.

"The Admiral has been thinking of you while he was alive. He left a recording of what he said to you before he died in battle. It is now kept in the Presidential Palace. I can apply for the custody of that recording on your behalf."

Ji Yan's eyes moistened when she heard this. When she learned that her father had left a recording for her, she was extremely eager to hear what her father said to her.

But the gentleman said that the recording was stored in the Presidential Palace, and the things sent there to be stored were important national documents, and it was not easy to apply for them.

Her voice was slightly choked: "Can I really apply?"

"Okay." Mu Jingzhi said with a hint of softness in his heart, "That is what your father left to you."

...

After Lu Yuan learned what Mu Jinzhi was going to do, he stopped talking.

But no one can change what the president decided, and in the end he obeyed the arrangement.

It’s just that the process is not easy. That recording can’t be obtained even if it takes ten and a half days.

During this period, Mu Jinzhi hired a private tutor for Ji Yan to make up for her missed lessons.

She will not go to school until she is completely recovered.

Ji Yan was looking forward to her father's recording, but she knew it wouldn't be easy to get it back. It wouldn't be a surprise if her husband didn't get it for her, so she didn't have high hopes.

Today, after the tutor finished her lessons, Lu Yuan came over and carried her up to the fifth floor.

She thought the other party had made a mistake, so she stopped in time and said, "Uncle Lu, aren't you allowed to go up to the fifth floor?"

Lu Yuan thought so in the past, but it was the president himself who asked him to carry the person upstairs.

It seems that my husband trusts Yanyan quite a bit, and the fifth floor may not be a restricted area in the future.

He compromised and said, "You can go up today. Your husband is waiting for you in the study. He has something important to give to Yanyan."

Ji Yan nodded and immediately thought of her father's recording, but she still didn't dare to have high hopes.

Lu Yuan carried her to the study, where his husband was sitting at the desk.

She was put down and sat next to her husband. After putting her down, Lu Yuan left. Only Ji Yan and Mu Jinzhi were left in the study.

"Sir, do you have anything to do with me?" Ji Yan asked proactively.

Mu Jinzhi opened the box in front of him and took out a recording pen.

"Is this...father's recording?" The girl's eyes widened slightly.

Mu Jinzhi nodded and handed her the recording pen.

"Thank you."

It took a lot of effort for her to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart, took the recorder, and turned it on in front of her husband.

Father's voice came from inside.

"Yanyan, Dad is going to perform a very dangerous mission and will escape death. Maybe these words will become Dad's last words.

Dad, I'm sorry for you. You didn't fulfill your responsibilities as a father. He always left you to Shen Qiu and let others take care of you. "

"Even so, my Yanyan will never blame dad." Ji Yunmo smiled softly and said, "Dad really misses you and wants to spend more time with Yanyan, but dad may really not be able to do it. If One day I will be gone. I hope Yanyan can still be the happiest little girl in the world. Dad hopes Yanyan will be happy and not cry. If he cries, he will probably be drowned by the tears of our baby in the sky..."

"Yanyan, if someone adopts you one day in the future, don't be afraid. That is the person dad has arranged for you. He will continue to protect Yanyan on dad's behalf."