Those years when Black Lotus raised Slag Gong

at the same time.

"Feng Siqi, a rookie who came out of the draft this time, has good qualifications. The company is very optimistic about him. I plan to go to the later stage..." Li Qing pushed the document and raised her head inadvertently.

Ji Shu propped his chin and tilted his face to one side, and was lazily curling the ends of his hair. Hearing this, he seemed to respond with a "hmm", his eyes were full of spring like peach blossoms, and he looked like he was just full of lazy aftertaste wildcat.

He was completely lost in thought.

Realizing this, Li Qing shifted her gaze to notice the cat's paw-like mark on his ear, and she recalled those indistinct panting and unbearable words by the swimming pool mixed with the sound of water.

It's ridiculous.

She thought about pinching the snow-white document with her neatly manicured fingertips to leave a mark, and she got up to take back the document with a calm face, made a cup of hand-ground coffee and handed it to Ji Shu, which was completely to his liking.

Sure enough, Ji Shu regained his senses after smelling the smell, and looked at her faintly with his pupils, his expression was a little satisfied and even nostalgic.

She is like a fresh, vivid, plump rose that dilutes the foggy shadow in Ji Shu's heart.

Even after [-]% of the blood has been diluted, the two people still have traces of resemblance between their eyebrows, even the slight upward curve at the end of their eyes, and Li Qing inherited Li Chuan's skin and she is an out-and-out beauty with a strong skeleton Slender, tall and fit, with black hair and red face, she has a thrilling beauty under the lamp.

The timing is just right.

Li Qing looked at Ji Shu with beautiful eyes and saw that his expression was relaxed, she held his palm in the palm of her hand, eyes were shining brightly, she slowly opened her lips and said softly: "Xiao Shu, you are not happy."

"If someone..." Ji Shu raised his head annoyed in his heart, "What would you do if you insisted on getting angry with you?"

"Oh?" Li Qing responded, her tone lowered: "What kind of person is it?"

Ji Shu folded his arms and raised his eyebrows in silence, wondering whether it should be said that it was the little uncle who had sex with him a few times.

Li Qing treated him differently.

Finally he said vaguely, "Unimportant people."

"Since you are an unimportant person, why are you bothered? It's just that you fell into an illusion for a while." Li Qing said.

"Really." Ji Shu was skeptical.

"No one can hurt you, Xiaoshu. I am the only person in this world who wants you to be happy the most. The others are not true. You can tell me," she said with gentle brows, "Who is that person?"

There was only one light on in the room, two people were standing and the other was sitting, clearly distinguishing each other.

Song Jin said that he wanted to talk about their affairs, Shi Yan frowned and looked at his face, remembering that she chose him at the beginning only because he had a three-point similar face to Ji Shu, and as a rookie PD, Song Jin had enough It's not bad to use it as an investment.

But now he wants to let someone see his puddle of cement...

Seeing him, Shi Yan suddenly felt that she had done a very bad deal, but she stood at a distance calmly and said, "I promise you, I will do it."

"Playing a game for 1000 or [-] million is really a bad taste for you rich people." Song Jin glanced sideways. He leaned comfortably on the sofa and grabbed a pomegranate, and slowly spit out the soft seeds. It's strange: "You said I was not as good-looking as your nephew, were you blind? Am I not good-looking?"

Although his appearance is far inferior to Ji Shu, Shi Yan still thinks that even if he only has a three-point resemblance, it is not bad.

"What do you like about him? Because of that rotten baguette?" Song Jin went to eat grapes after eating the pomegranate. He never treats himself badly, and he feels very happy after eating this sky-high priced fruit.

When Shi Yan heard this, her eyes drifted away, and it was rare to show a good temper towards this face, and her voice was also faint: "What do you want to hear?"

"Don't talk about love with me," Song Jin said with disgust and resistance: "There used to be a heartless thing who said the same thing, but he still doesn't know which studio to play the orangutan." Song Jin just didn't like it Such a person, because he likes it too much and is reluctant to let it go, turns his life into a joke.

"Really?" Shi Yan didn't take it seriously, he yawned "ah" when he saw the situation, closed his eyelids, "I'm going to bed tonight."

Shi Yan didn't bother arguing with him and turned her head away, "It's up to you."

When Shi Yan walked to the bathroom and just took off the wet clothes that were tightly attached to the flesh, he turned around and inadvertently glanced at the mirror facing him for a moment, lowered his head and gestured at his waist, and finally made sure of one thing.

He lived in a deep house for a long time and was too lazy to move. After a few years, there was just a layer of flesh on his bones. At this moment, there was a little more flesh on his waist, just a little.No wonder Ji Shu said that he was fat that day.

what to do?There is cause and effect, Shi Yan suddenly felt melancholy and helpless, sighed inaudibly for a while, and said to himself, "Don't worry, I will see him soon."

But where is the love between him and Ji Shu?It's just that there is no way to retreat, and I bet on that point to fulfill myself.

So this time, Ji Shu, don't let me down.

It was already past 01:30 when he came out of the shower, but he was in good spirits at the moment. Since he couldn't sleep, he went to the living room to dig out the information.

Qin's project is very beautiful this time, with a lot of investment, and the strong support of the government. Next to it is the new development zone. Everyone wants to take a bite of this kind of fat. This case is bound to be won by the Ji's. The seven seven eight eight.

There are no problems with the rest, except that during this period of time, a channel named Luo Wenbin has popped up, and recently he has a lot of posture, and he doesn't know what kind of gourd medicine he is selling.He was not very relieved, so he asked Wu An to investigate this person, and he had an answer in less than half an hour.

Speaking of which, Luo Wenbin's family history is very exciting. Some people call him Luo Qi. He was born as a hooligan. He went in a few times before and was released because he was underage. A group of gangsters have opened a leather bag company these days to deceive some rich people who don't know their background. Three years ago, they didn't know how to get out of the incident, and now they appear in Jiangcheng ostentatiously. Fan's net worth has also risen a lot, and he is indeed a scum like a vulture.

Shi Yan quietly read it and fell into deep thought.

Luo Wenbin?is a trouble.

How to solve this trouble....?Naturally, there is no need to leave room for the way of dealing with this kind of rogue. It's just that now, everyone who takes this path can't act in a low-key way, and they can't be the same as before.

A meandering moonlight outside fell in front of the piano like a swimming snake and a spit letter floated by, which made him feel uncomfortable.

His eyes were sore, he took off his glasses, tapped the sofa with his fingertips and looked out, suddenly his body froze, and then he sneezed.

He belatedly realized that he had a complete cold after a few hours in the pool.

It's still a good thing Ji Shu did.

There are pears in the refrigerator, Shi Yan washed some peeled pears to make pear soup, while the warm mist was gurgling from the stove, he was holding the bowl and just halfway down a sip when he heard a gentle voice in his ears, "Little uncle? "

Li Qing, with curly hair and shawls, walked up the stairs step by step, and finally came to him.

Very good, precise stepping on the thunder point.

As soon as Shi Yan looked down, she was not very kind, "Why is little uncle here alone at night? Where is Mr. Song?" She seemed ignorant, and smiled slightly.

Shi Yan also looked at her, his voice cut like a cold knife, and said, "Just say one more word, and I'll sew your mouth shut."

"Really?" She poured a cup of coffee and rolled her eyes: "Then, Mr. Shi, did you sleep well?"

He pressed his phoenix eyes against the chair and said indifferently: "Not good. But why does Miss Li show up at other people's house in the middle of the night?"

"Xiaoshu and I have something to do with the skirt and we won't leave tonight." Li Qing sat in front of him with her skirt up, smiling, and said in a soft voice: "By the way, little uncle, the one in the swimming pool just now I saw it, but don’t worry that no one else will see it, anyway, I’m still half a mistress.”

Shi Yan looked up at her, frowned slightly, "What do you want to say?"

Li Qing was silent for a while and smiled, "Ji Shu is your nephew."

"So what?" Shi Yan watched as her expression became more dull, a layer of frost hung on her face, her brows and lips were coldly tense.

"Mr. Song upstairs, you probably like him very much? Yes, although it's only been five days, but you can admit him, which shows that you have a good relationship." Li Qing raised her chin and said with a twist The gentle and sharp knife suddenly said: "What about Ji Shu? Since you have someone else who still provokes him, do you just treat him as a toy? Or a backup lover? If it's the latter..."

Shi Yan interrupted her impatiently, "How many lovers do I have, and what kind of things do I do?" He stood up, his eyes were as dark as the night, but he said softly, "What's the matter with you, Miss Li? "

"So," Li Qing raised her palms and stared at him and said each word, "You coax him to play this game just for fun? Answer me."

"It has nothing to do with you." Shi Yan stopped looking at her, got up and turned around, and said, "It's Miss Li who played the old house of the Li family. What qualifications do you have to judge me like this? You should clean up your own things." Things, otherwise we have plenty of time to figure it out.”

"Really?" Li Qing watched him flip over the hot soup, and the juice dripped down... "Xiao Shu?" She was a little surprised suddenly, "You..."

"You..." Shi Yan turned his head and his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes were stuck in one place, his body was slightly stiff, and he said slowly: "Ji Shu, have you been listening?"

"Yes," Ji Shu stepped forward to block Li Qing, which was a natural protective posture. "I heard it." He looked at Shi Yan and smiled at Yan Yan, "I didn't know that little uncle likes to raise people so much. It's a pity."

Song Jin yawned and walked down like a tablecloth, his eyes were sleepy, "Why is it so lively, are you getting together at night to eat hot pot?"

"Ask what happened to your baby just now." Ji Shu folded his arms and looked up, and said leisurely: "He barked like a spring cat and begged me to satisfy him. If he really lacks a man and is bored, I can Help him, if that doesn't work..."

When the moonlight passed through Shi Yan's pale complexion, he closed his eyes and said, "Ji Shu... that's enough!"

[The author has something to say: Song Song is only in his 20s this year]