Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Wow! Ziyi exclaimed, Who is your father? He must be very famous!

Jin Boyan paused and shook his head slightly: It's a pity that he is not famous. You may not know him.

That's not necessarily the case. Ziyi was a little proud, As long as he is a real painter, I will definitely know him.

Jin Boyan laughed again.

He likes He Ziyi like this.

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The next day, Jin Baiyan came to Ming Mansion to pick her up early in the morning.

Unfortunately, Ziyi is not alone. She is accompanied by a female bodyguard who looks like an enemy to everyone.

Ziyi wrung her fingers in embarrassment: I said I was going to Yangdong City. Mom was very happy, but she told me to take A Yuan with me.

It's okay, I happen to have extra tickets. Jin Boyan smiled good-naturedly, Get on the bus.

With that said, he naturally took the bag from Ziyi's hand.

But A Yuan snatched Zi Yi's backpack one step ahead of him and said calmly: I'll just come, I won't bother Mr. Jin.

Jin Boyan smiled helplessly.

Ziyi blinked and asked secretly: Ayuan, why do I feel...you seem to particularly dislike Jin Boyan.

Although A Yuan was wary of everyone who came close to her, especially men, it seemed that she was most wary of Jin Baiyan.

Because he is not a good person. A Yuan's eyes turned cold, Miss, since you asked, I think... you'd better stay away from him.

Ziyi was speechless, so she had to stick out her tongue and follow Jin Boyan's footsteps.

Jin Boyan opened the car door for her, his smile still gentle, and he didn't know if he heard the conversation between her and A Yuan just now.

Is he a bad person?

It really doesn’t look like it, A Yuan must have misunderstood.

Ziyi nodded inwardly.

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A few hours later, the plane arrived at the tarmac, but unfortunately the door was not opened for a long time.

Jin Baiyan frowned slightly.

What's going on? Hasn't the plane landed smoothly? Ziyi asked doubtfully.

A Yuan, who was sitting closest to the window, suddenly raised his eyebrows: Look over there, it seems like some big shot is coming. I guess the cabin door won't be opened until that big shot leaves the airport.

Ziyi looked in the direction A Yuan pointed, and sure enough he saw many solemn men in black.

She stuck out her tongue.

The new president has taken office, and there are quite a few dignitaries coming to visit. Jin Boyan smiled, I don't know which country's celebrities will be here this time.

A Yuan carefully identified it for a long time and suddenly laughed: It is a private jet customized from Airbus. It seems that it is either a tycoon from country M or a tycoon from an Arab country.

Country M.

Jin Boyan's eyes flashed, but he didn't say much.

After waiting for a while, the plane door finally opened, and they got off the plane smoothly and left the airport.

After getting in the car, Jin Boyan smiled and said, The art exhibition will start early tomorrow morning. Let's go back to the hotel to rest first.

Ziyi nodded, and Ayuan asked coldly: Which hotel? I need to evaluate the hotel's safety index.

Jin Boyan was not angry and said calmly: Dynasty Hotel.

A Yuan reluctantly expressed satisfaction.

…

On the other side of the airport, a man got into a car surrounded by bodyguards.

Before he bent down, he seemed to be aware of it and raised his head to look in a certain direction. Then, the man's light blue pupils shrank.

A white wrist wrapped around his arm: honey, what's wrong?

The man lowered his head and glanced at the hand holding his own, suppressed the impatience in his eyes, and smiled slightly: It's nothing, let's get in the car.