Let go of the past

After Ji Bing finished the meeting and returned to the office, the lights of the world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were first turned on, and the lights were bright and blurry.Behind the desk, Li Ziqing buried his head at his desk, as if he was asleep, his body was covered with a thick blanket, which should have been brought by his assistant.

He approached, stretched out his hand to gently push the person awake, his eyes were full of tenderness and doting, leaned close to the person's ear, and breathed out in a low voice: "Get up."

Li Ziqing raised his head, his expression was normal, he just rubbed his stomach and muttered: "It's been so long."

"hungry?"

"A little bit."

As if conjuring, Ji Bing suddenly took out a golden foil-wrapped chocolate from his cuff, peeled it off and handed it to Li Ziqing's mouth, "Put it first."

Li Ziqing was stunned, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Given by the staff passing by the office area."

Li Ziqing looked disbelieving, "Are you so approachable?"

Ji Bing stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, looked at him chewing the chocolate with puffed cheeks, his heart was sweeter than the other person who ate the chocolate, walked over to push the wheelchair, and said in a brisk tone: "Let's go, take You go eat delicious food."

Li Ziqing looked up at him suddenly, and called out crisply: "Brother."

Ji Bing raised his eyebrows, and asked in a natural tone: "What's wrong?"

"Come closer."

Ji Bing narrowed his eyes and looked at him, but still bent down as he said.

The neck was suddenly embraced by the other party, and the lips touched the softness that had not been there for a long time, and a little sweetness of chocolate was transitioned in. Ji Bing's eyes suddenly opened wide, and after a while, he parted his lips, looking directly at the other party's clear eyes, hoarse The voice was magnetic and deep, and he said quietly: "Little liar."

"It turns out that I was deceived by the two of you working together." Ji Bing put his hands on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and drove to the ground, but his expression did not show the slightest sign of anger. Instead, he turned to Li Ziqing and asked, "Then what are you doing?" When did you undo the hypnosis?"

"One night when you fell asleep with your arms around me." Li Ziqing replied: "I woke up in the middle, and I moved a little, and you woke up immediately, and then asked me if my legs hurt again. At that time, your face The expression on his face suddenly gave me a crazy and strange idea, even though this person in front of me has done many things that are sorry to me, I still love him, even if he is my brother, I still love him."

Li Ziqing turned to look at Ji Bing, "Fortunately, it turns out that I can really love him."

When the car drove on the road, the night view outside the window was mottled into glazed colors. On the giant LED screen at the intersection, celebrity advertisements began to overflow with the atmosphere of the New Year.

Li Ziqing looked up at the familiar face on the screen, and suddenly sighed: "I haven't seen Xiaobai for a long time."

Ji Bing turned his head to look at him, looked away, and chuckled: "He probably won't be able to see you recently."

Li Ziqing turned to him suspiciously, and always felt that the other party's tone was a little gloating, which was very inconsistent with Ji Bing's own code of conduct.

"What happened to him?" I still couldn't help asking.

"You don't have to worry, no one can do anything to him." Ji Bing said convincingly, "It's him who did something to others."

Li Ziqing looked at him speechlessly: "Can you finish the sentence at once?"

"After I've said that, that's all I know." Ji Bing opened his eyes and said nonsense, his face not flushing and his heart beating: "If you really want to know, I'll ask you later."

Li Ziqing said unhappily: "No need." After saying that, he took out his mobile phone, took Ji Bing's mobile phone on the dashboard and unlocked it smoothly, and said while fiddling with it: "I add Xiaobai WeChat, and ask myself."

His previous mobile phone had completely died in the car accident, so he lost a series of contact methods on it.

"Hello." Ji Bingkong stretched out a hand to stop him, "We're going to eat soon, why are you playing with your phone?"

Li Ziqing opened his claws, and said sternly: "You fucking show me the way!"

Ji Bing withdrew his hand resentfully, gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked ahead, aggrieved and said: "Got it."

After a few minutes of silence, Li Ziqing lowered his head and fiddled with his phone. After a while, Ji Bing suddenly asked, "Why is my dad looking for you today?"

Li Ziqing raised his head, "How do you know that he looked for me?"

"Can he know that I brought you to the company, so I can't know his whereabouts?"

"..." Li Zi said quietly: "The relationship between you father and son is too weird. Things that can be resolved through communication, but have to be resolved through mutual monitoring."

Ji Bing smiled disapprovingly: "I won't argue with you on this matter. What you see determines your angle of thinking. We are different."

"Then you know," Li Ziqing turned around to look at him, and said seriously, "Has your father been taking medicine?"

Ji Bing shrugged his shoulders: "I know, he cherishes his life very much. Besides taking medicine, he also works out regularly, is very picky about his daily diet, and has a shockingly regular schedule. Does he look young? In fact, he is over 60, and he is The money piled up."

Li Ziqing looked at the road ahead and asked lightly: "Ji Bing, I lost my parents not long after I was born. What Uncle Li can bring to me cannot be called pure fatherly love, so I really want to know, what do you think of me?" What kind of feelings does your father have?"

Ji Bing glanced at him with a half-smile, and every time he showed such an expression, it meant that he was beginning to feel unhappy. Sure enough, he asked slowly, "Are you coming to be my dad's lobbyist too?" Is this man that attractive, or do you all have Stockholm syndrome?"

"I don't need to be his lobbyist, I have no feelings for him." Li Ziqing said, "I just don't want you to regret it."

"What do I regret?" Ji Bing snorted, turned the steering wheel under his hand, and drove to the parking area of ​​the restaurant: "I never really disobeyed him, he always used various tricky means to make me submit .”

"The reason why you are willing to surrender is because you have also admitted deep down that the choice he gave you is not harmful, or it can be said that it is the best."

"He said he wasn't a lobbyist." Ji Bing refused to think about it because of his preconceived aversion. He stepped on the brakes, turned off the engine, and turned to Li Ziqing, "I don't want to discuss this issue with you anymore. I don't want to quarrel," he said suddenly. After a pause, I added: "I don't want to hurt you again, even if it's verbal, even if it's not because of you."

Li Ziqing stared at his extraordinarily serious eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over, pecked lightly on his mouth, and said with a smile, "Okay."

After being pushed by Ji Bing to the dining room, Li Ziqing circled around, always feeling that something was wrong, until he was led by the waiter to a separate dining table behind the huge French windows on the second floor, he realized that this is The house he and Bai Lisheng visited before.

Ji Bing observed his expression, put him firmly on the seat, and asked softly, "Why this expression?"

"I've been to this restaurant before." Li Ziqing said without any concealment: "I've been here with Xiaobai."

Ji Bing's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he asked in a deep voice, "When?"

Li Ziqing looked at him amusedly, blinked his eyes: "As for it? It's just a meal together, and," Li Ziqing deliberately slowed down his voice: "When you and Xie Jiaqi went to the United States, Xiaobai invited me to eat of."

In an instant, the roles were reversed, and Ji Bing, who was low-key and young, touched his nose, "It's nothing if I went to America with her. Didn't I always have memory problems? Her parents knew a Hopkins hospital doctor in this area." Expert, I'll try it."

Li Ziqing took the menu from the waiter, raised his chin and directed Ji Bing: "Sit down and order."

Ji Bing: "..."

Under the expression of the waiter holding back his smile, Ji Bing walked around the table and took a seat opposite. He picked up the menu and was about to speak, but suddenly Li Ziqing stopped him, looked at him and said, "I want to hear you order in dialect."

Confused Ji Bing: "..."

"This is a restaurant of Jiabenbang. Isn't it appropriate to order in dialect?"

Li Ziqing watched Ji Bing communicate with the waiter in Wu Nong's soft language of S City to order food, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened little by little.

Until the waiter put away the menu and left with a slight bow, Ji Bing also looked at him, and then he heard Li Ziqing say something out of nowhere: "It sounds good."

Ji Bing: "?"

Li Ziqing laughed softly, and boasted spared no effort: "No one can compare to the good-sounding."

When the two arrived home after dinner, it was already past nine o'clock in the night. As soon as the car turned into the cement avenue leading directly to Ji's house, a white car with flashing lights followed behind.

Li Ziqing looked in the rearview mirror and asked doubtfully, "Who is behind?"

Ji Bing glanced at the license plate number, followed by a flash of surprise in his eyes, and replied, "Xiaobai's father."

Li Ziqing hurriedly asked reflexively: "Is something wrong with Xiaobai?"

Ji Bing said half jealously and half helplessly: "What's going on in your head every day? Something happened to Xiaobai, why did his father come here all night?"

"Ask your dad for help." Li Ziqing said naturally: "Your dad seems to be very powerful, with the kind of wrist that can reach the sky."

Ji Bing turned the steering wheel and drove into the house: "...I just like you who have never seen the world."

Li Ziqing: "..."

The Maserati GT behind him drove in, the butler went up and opened the rear door, Bai Cen stepped down, wearing a black double-breasted Tang suit, still looking elegant and simple.Li Ziqing was carried out of the car by Ji Bing and put on the wheelchair. Bai Cen glanced at his face from the corner of his eye, stopped in his footsteps, shifted his gaze over, was stunned, and asked, "Who are you?"

Ji Bing straightened up, and first greeted him politely: "Good evening, Uncle Bai."

Bai Cen hummed indifferently, and turned his eyes directly to Li Ziqing, looking at his expression as if he was waiting for the other party to speak first.

Li Ziqing smiled generously, "Hi Director Bai, we meet again."

Bai Cen looked back and forth from the faces of the two, his expression gradually became clearer, and he said slowly: "It seems that I really found the wrong person before."

Ji Bing didn't understand why, but Li Ziqing shrugged and said briskly: "It's okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes."

Bai Cen was taken aback by his response, and immediately smiled for the first time, with a somewhat helpless and disappointed expression, and sighed, "I hope it's really you now."

"If it's really me, you must have another idea."

Bai Cen gave him a serious look, then nodded, "You're right."

"What about you, me and me," Ji Bing finally couldn't hold back and interjected, "It's so cold outside, hurry up and get inside."

Bai Cen was led up the steps by the housekeeper, Ji Bing pushed Li Ziqing behind, and when they were far away, he couldn't help but leaned over and asked him, "What charades are you two playing?"

"You're so smart, guess for yourself."

"..."

On the other side, Bai Cen entered the room, declined Aunt Liu's offer of tea and water, and asked bluntly, "Is someone else in the study?"

The butler smiled, "Yes, I will take you there."

"No need, I know the way."

The door of the study room was slowly pushed open, a desk lamp on the table illuminated half of the room, Ji's father raised his head from the page, saw the person coming, his body straightened up slightly, his deep eyes flashed with incomprehensible emotions, He opened his mouth with a smile: "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Bai Cen walked in slowly, took out a letter from his front pocket, and put it on the desk. Although the tone of his voice remained the same, he could hear some different emotions, "I came back from City B in the afternoon. Brought to you."

Ji's father glanced lightly, then moved away neatly, and asked with a half-smile, "What?"

A trace of compassion flickered in Bai Cen's eyes, and he said slowly: "He's gone, he's at the Capital Hospital in City B this morning. Yuwei should already know about it, and probably wouldn't dare to tell you."

Ji's father's eyes still fell on Bai Cen, his expression was indifferent, he just blinked his eyes in a trance.

"Last night, he threw his children out of the ward, and specially called me over, saying that he would pass a few words to you for him no matter what."

"He said that he has devoted his whole life to being worthy of the country, his parents, his wife and children, and the only person who is sorry is you."

The author has something to say: the next chapter will tell the story of Ji's father, because it is be, so it will be included in one chapter, and will not be a separate article.Although you guys hate Father Ji very much, I really like this duplicity old Tsundere~