Those years when Black Lotus raised Slag Gong

In the middle of the night, the north courtyard quietly began to frost.

Shi Yan sat alone in front of the desk, and he turned over the photos of Li Qing that Wu An had just sent on the table to look at them several times.

After Li Chuan's death, except for those underage children, the eldest son inherited a part of Li's shares and the hotel industry. The rest of the children were not very low-key, except that Li Qing rarely showed himself in front of others. There are not many photos, and only a few.

The first photo No. [-] was left when she was just admitted to C University.

He looked under the light, the person in the photo was standing in a corner far away from the crowd without makeup, even so, she was a dazzling pearl with such a good color--black hair and beautiful face, it is no exaggeration to say that she is beautiful.

She really is a beauty.

The second one is the cover she shot for a magazine in the early years.

The photo is a little smaller than it looks in the first photo, and the person in the photo is wearing a vermilion dress, so bright that people can't take their eyes off it.

There will be no more after that.

Perhaps the children of the Li family were on guard against something, or for some other reason. After Li Chuan died three years ago, she was dispatched far away abroad, and she didn't show up again until last month.

Such a beauty...

No wonder.

No wonder Ji Shu wanted to protect him.

Shi Yan raised his chin, picked up the photo with two fingers indifferently, looked at the tight lip line, and suddenly took out the phone camera to take a photo.

His face in the camera is not so young, not outstanding, but also a little cold, not very good-looking, and it looks even more dwarfed by the comparison.

He was a little annoyed, and buckled the back of the photo with one hand.

Fortunately, even if Ji Shu played like crazy in the past, there is no shortage of beautiful and famous descendants around him, and because of that little blood relationship, he will not do anything.

After all, there were no waves, Shi Yan thought about it a little more relieved, took half a sip of orange juice and almost coughed—it was too sweet.

Who in the family would like such sweets except Ji Shu? !

Realized that I put too much sugar.He exhaled half of his breath and pushed the glass away, and the snow-treading dog from outside poked half of its head in through the door.It concentrated on stepping on a grape and broke in, "snoring and purring" and rushed to his feet tirelessly. The grape was stained with dust and rolled to the foot of the table. He frowned and just reached out to pick up the grape, but the cat was very upset. Satisfied that his baby was caught off guard by being touched and bowed, he suddenly scratched the back of his hand with a paw.

...

Meanwhile, the winery.

The moonlight fell from the stained glass windows, sparse like the remaining snow, and Li Qing was sitting in front of the piano playing Debussy's Moonlight.Her hands are extremely beautiful, and the piano played on the black and white keys of the Casablan piano is sad and quiet, peaceful and distant.

Fang Ze couldn't hide his exclamation from the side, his eyes looked abnormally eager: "She's like an angel! Look!"

Who knows what he was thinking?

Ji Shu plugged his ears and filled himself with wine. Under the lamp, his eyes were dark like glass stones, and he looked at that place lazily and silently like a cat.

He suddenly remembered a month ago.

At noon that day, his subordinates picked up a man for him, half dead.Shi Yan didn't pay much attention to this matter in recent years, they rolled people up and threw them on the ground, he just happened to catch a casual glance and frowned at the expensive Persian carpet stained with blood.

Ah San explained in the background: "Brother Ji, she was the one who had to hit the car!" His mother's highway, who would have thought that she would be crazy when she ran out!

Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, turned his head away in boredom: "Throw it out."

"Yes."

Ah San stretched out her hand to touch it, and the half-dead man screamed suddenly, that beautiful face with peach blossoms and tears lifted up, and those eyes were looking at him.

"Wait," he thought with a twitch, "put it down.

"Ah? Yes..." Ah San scratched her head and let go.

Li Qing's ankle was still bleeding, she leaned on the table tremblingly and straightened her waist vigilantly like a little white rabbit's dark eyes looked around the room, finally

She calmed down and looked at him quietly——she believed that he was the master of this group of people,

But not afraid at all.

But a wild cat struggling in vain.

Ji Shu saw such a person too much, and it was boring. After a few glances, he felt bored, but in a blink of an eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the dagger tightly held in her hand, and said in surprise, "Hey, you..."

The dagger fell to the ground with a "slap", and Li Qing stared at him and shed tears.

Cried?

Thinking about it, Ji Shu suddenly felt that, how to put it, things started to become interesting.

He grew up among this group of cold-faced and cold-hearted people. He has only seen a few tears shed falsely when someone asks for a gift. His little uncle is even more indifferent to the extreme. He dislocated his arm and pressed it back, crying. What?What is there to cry about?

"What's your name?"

.........

Fang Ze asked, "Are you in love with her?"

"Who knows?" Ji Shu looked back at the figure and drank the wine in one gulp, and stepped forward with a smile.

It's a long night anyway.

Ji Shu didn't come back for several days.

When Shi Yan came in, he became more and more in a state of not doing anything. In the past few years, the properties under his hands had been handed over seven or eight times, and now there is nothing to do.In the afternoon the sun was warm and there were yellow flowers under the trees, so he simply sat outside in the courtyard to bask in the sun and dig out sweet-scented osmanthus wine rice balls to eat.

The bottom of the bowl was poured with honey sauce, and the dumplings were boiled soft and glutinous and very sweet. After eating half a bowl with satisfaction, he realized that a large area of ​​sunlight was blocked in front of his eyes.

Jishu?

He raised his head slowly against the light, and sure enough, the season was sparse.It's just that the beautiful evil face has high brows, and its expression is uncertain.

"Are you here?" Shi Yan curled her lips, lazily turned over her belly to show him like a proud cat, and handed over the bowl, "Do you want to eat?"

Hearing this, Ji Shu took the bowl without making a sound, but waved it away, and it all fell under the root of the tree, making it easier for the ants in vain.

Only took a few bites... Shi Yan turned her eyes slightly distressed, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Shuju looked at him condescendingly, "You sent someone to check on me?"

There are a lot of flies around me these days, and I don't need to ask who did it.

"Check you?" Shi Yan didn't quite remember that she had done such a thing before,

He suddenly felt a little drowsy at the moment, half-closed his eyelids and lazily defended, "Is there any? I don't remember, right..."

Before he had time to say anything, Ji Shu suddenly dropped a few photos that fell at his feet like snowflakes, and the rest of the words that he hadn't said were swallowed up silently.

photo?

Shi Yan glanced at the photos without making a sound. He looked over one by one and saw that there were photos of Ji Shu entering and leaving the company in the past three days, and photos of him going to the bar at night and returning to his residence. Meeting people is very perverted.

"You're really in a good mood." Ji Shu said with a half-smile, "So many tricks."

Shi Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, he picked it up and wiped off the dust, looked at Ji Shu with a calm tone and did not deny it: "Since you already know, when are you going to tell me about Li Qing?"

"Are you free?" Ji Shu leaned down and stood in front of him with a slight smile, "Recently, you have been a little too lenient, my dear little uncle?"

The two of them were so close, Shi Yan unconsciously counted his eyelashes one by one, but Ji Shu straightened up suddenly, with a cold tone: "What do you want?"

I want you.

He watched the eyelashes of the person in front of him tremble, and slowly opened his lips.