Those years when Black Lotus raised Slag Gong

It was almost dawn, and there was such a drama today, Ji Shu made a lot of trouble with the "guest" he invited.He and Li Qing had just taken half a step out of the door when the little lover surnamed Han slammed the door shut as nervously as a little mouse.

Ji Shu sneered when he heard the movement, and walked to the flower corridor.

"Xiaoshu," Li Qing stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at him gently, she was wearing a cheongsam lined with clear water and blue sky, her curves were graceful, her skin was like creamy fat, but her tone was very disapproving and she murmured: "I still don't understand, how do you put ...Bring it back? And that child, also involved with the Han family? "

Ji Shu stared at the half-moon between the wisteria gaps, half-downcast his eyes with a faint smile, turned his head and said, "I'm just trying to scare the surname Han."

"Xiaoshu, this matter is inappropriate, we should not have conflicts with the Han family..." Li Qing was a little anxious.

He interrupted and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, nothing big will happen."

Li Qing gave a low "um" sound, let out her breath slowly, and smiled lightly: "I believe in you."

"Get a good rest tonight." He said something and walked away.

There was one more thing he didn't explain.

Li Qing stared deeply at that direction and turned around for a while, walked to the third guest room on the west side and pushed in.

Shi Yue didn't rest at this point, she was squatting on the ground tearing things apart.Ji Shu throws his servants out to coax the children, where can there be anything for the children at home?Ah San scratched her head and thought for a while, and piled up all the steel ball model guns and other machines on the table, Shi Yue also played with enthusiasm.

When Shi Yue heard the movement, she raised her head, just in time to meet her gaze.

This strange little girl was wearing a denim dress, her curly hair was fluffy and curled up, her face was tense and she looked very vigilant.

this face...

She frowned lightly, bent down and asked softly, "Little friend, who are you?"

"Auntie, who are you?" Shi Yue raised her head angrily, and she was not afraid to stare at her with big eyes.

"Who am I?" Li Qing was a little surprised and curious: "This is my home, you live here now, do you know where this is?"

Shi Yue stared at her and shook her head vigorously.

Looking at it this way, it seems that there is no such similarity, forget it.Maybe it's my own overthinking.

Li Qing stretched out her hand to touch the top of her fluffy hair, and told the servant, "Take care of her carefully."

"Yes."

Li Qing got up and was about to leave, when she suddenly remembered something and knelt down and asked casually: "By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

bar.

"a glass of juice."

Shi Yan was sitting quietly in the corner with the fruit juice, and the resident singer was singing something hoarse, "Like a speck of dust..."

He can hear it.

Slowly, when it was seven o'clock, he put money under the wine glass, and when he came out, it was bright and the fog had faded.

Secretary Zhao's car was waiting outside, and he still took him to the old house with magnolia planted in front of it. Ye Xingzhi hadn't lived in Jiangcheng for many years, and this was the only place he lived.

The house was very empty, and there was almost no living breath. His eyes fell on the tripod in the main hall, and his pupils opened slightly.Secretary Zhao observed his words and filled in a sentence, "Sir, I also like to use it to practice my hands in my spare time."

When Shi Yan heard the words, she curled her lips and smiled indifferently. Ye Xingzhi happened to come down the steps after taking a shower. Hearing these words, he laughed very politely: "I'm getting old, and I've been afraid of making jokes these few years. Sit down."

Shi Yan slightly raised her chin and sat on the other side of the sofa.

"Xiao Jiu, what kind of tea do you want to drink? They just brought some good tea leaves, you have a taste." Ye Xingzhi said to himself, then shook his head and sighed with a smile: "No, I remember you don't like tea. If you still dislike the bitter taste after drinking my tea, how about I ask someone to make freshly squeezed juice for you? Or warm milk?"

Ye Xingzhi was born out of the ordinary when he was young, but at this age he behaves elegantly.

But Shi Yan didn't like his appearance the most, he endured watching this peaceful illusion and frowned, his voice was cold: "No need, Mr. Ye."

"That's still juice." Ye Xingzhi seemed to have never heard of it.

Soon, the servant quietly brought a glass of juice, but Shi Yan glanced at it without reaching out.

"By the way, Xiao Zhao." Ye Xingzhi smiled and gestured slightly, and Zhao Liangyun handed over the photo as he said.He took a look at the photo, rubbed his chin with his fingertips, turned his head and put his palm on the table, and said with a smile, "It's a girl? This girl looks pretty, but she looks a lot like you. What's her name?"

This person checked it out very clearly, Shi Yan took a deep breath, but still suppressed her emotions and replied: "Shi Yue."

"Shiyue?" Ye Xingzhi just smiled when he heard it, "That's right, I used to see that child from Ji's family was not mentally sound and was confused, but now it seems that such a person is still inappropriate. Just one game, the whole of Jiangcheng..."

When Shi Yan heard him say that his complexion was unkind, as if his reason had broken down, or his tail was being stepped on, finally some sparks appeared from under the iceberg, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words: "This is my private matter, Mr. Ye still doesn't need to Be judgmental."

"Are you angry? I'm sorry." Ye Xingzhi still smiled, leaning on the sofa and said calmly: "Speaking of which, this is the first time you asked me for something in these years. What do you want?"

He half-closed his eyes, and turned his face to regain his composure: "I only want one thing, but I don't know if Mr. Ye is willing to agree?"

Ye Xingzhi raised the arc of his legs superimposed on the corners of his lips, "Of course."

Shi Yan let go, and asked again: "What conditions do you want?"

Ye Xingzhi personally took the teacup to refill the hot tea, raised his head and smiled slightly: "It's not an important matter, Xiao Jiu, I hope you will come back to me when the time comes."

The house was quiet.

After a long time, Secretary Zhao tentatively said, "Sir, Mr. Shi... Will he go back on his word?"

Ye Xingzhi closed the photo, his eyes under the glasses were narrow and cold, he folded his palms and said indifferently: "You can see his temper, he refuses to see me all these years, even if he suffers so much outside, he treats me openly and secretly. She even avoided making a move, and even preferred to help that Ji Yuanchen... and for the sake of Ji Yuanchen's son's self-destroyed future, it is really stupid to end up like this."

Secretary Zhao stood by and didn't dare to make a sound.What was right and what was wrong, what was right and what was wrong, he didn't dare to intervene in what happened back then.

"Fortunately, this is the first time he has spoken to me on his own initiative. Since he is willing to bow his head, he will not regret it." Ye Xingzhi's eyes darkened as he thought about it, and he leaned on the leather seat, turned his head and ordered: "Go and see Xiao Jiu, he has a stubborn temper and has identified a single tendon, so don't get confused and stumble again."

"Yes." Secretary Zhao nodded, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, don't you like President Xiao Ji?"

He has been with Mr. Ye for decades, and he has seen countless people. Just looking at that little Ji Shu, he can be called a business genius, and his appearance is also considered qualified, but he is judged as useless.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's understandable for young people to go too far, but..." Ye Xingzhi smiled slightly, propped his chin with his fingers, and lowered his eyes to glance at a piece of news on his phone.

It was a manuscript titled "Latest Developments of Beauty CEO and Ji's Boss" that was secretly photographed by a gossip magazine some time ago.

He looked at him coldly and said: "It's too stupid. Such a perverted person, I just look down on him. When it's necessary, you can figure it out."

[The author has something to say: Thanks to classmate Kula, and Guan Guan’s volume, April’s classmate won the votes and spread flowers

I heard the question from my friend, and I, Hu Hansan, can explain it:

Uh... In view of the fact that the timelines of some scumbags overlap, I will compress the biscuits when the plots overlap.