forced to become president

When Ji Huaiyu woke up the next day, the sunlight leaking through the cracks in the curtains was already quite dazzling.He sat up from the bed with a dull pain in the back of his head, and then he suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

He actually invited Sheng Jue to be with him...

It's over, it's completely cold now, there must be counterfeit wine in the countless glasses of wine he drank yesterday, otherwise how dare he molested Sheng Jue?This man also holds the lifeline of his economy.

While clutching her hair to confess, Ji Huaiyu suddenly heard a voice outside the door, as if Sheng Jue was speaking.

He grabbed his phone and looked at it. Today is the weekend, but isn't Pingfan Sheng going to the company early on weekends?Be turned by him?Or go on a date?

He walked to the door softly and eavesdropped close to the door. Sheng Jue should be on the phone.

To be precise, he was sincerely apologizing to the guests who were supposed to attend the press conference this afternoon, telling them that the time was changed due to company affairs.

Sheng Jue is such an arrogant person, and he never makes mistakes, but now he makes apology calls one after another for the sake of the company's image affected by him.

Ji Huaiyu's vague conscience also pricked a bit.

When he finished washing and came out, Sheng Jue was still on the phone, Ji Huaiyu walked behind him silently, and saw a long list on his open laptop.

It's almost twelve noon now, Sheng Jue has been on the phone for at least three hours, and his voice has become hoarse.

Sheng Jue noticed his presence, and while continuing to speak, he raised his chin to the table next to him.

There was a health pot for a very old man on it, and there was a pot of black stuff boiling in it. Was Sheng Jue motioning for him to pour tea for him?How big is his face, he scolded him yesterday, but now he is instigating him, if not all the money is with him...

Ji Huaiyu murmured in his heart, lifted the pot and poured a cup with disgust, and took a closer look. The sweet and spicy smell entered his nose with the steam at the same time, and it turned out to be a pot of cola ginger tea.

It turned out that Sheng Jue told him to drink it himself, why, did he feel guilty for pouring cold water on him yesterday?

He wasn't weak enough to catch a cold in a cold shower, and to be honest he wasn't very used to drinking hot water.Although thinking so in his heart, Ji Huaiyu still picked up the cup, blowing on the hot air honestly, and drank the cola ginger tea bit by bit.

And Sheng Jue finally hung up the phone, and the two looked at each other, with a hint of embarrassment in the air.

Ji Huaiyu felt that he had to resolve the embarrassment by himself, and rubbed his temples pretending to be dizzy: "Hey, morning Sheng Jue. Hey, my head is so boring. How did I come back yesterday? Didn't I drink at 'Picasso'? , that woman must have mixed something in the wine for me, when did I drink to the end..."

Sheng Jue admired his performance calmly, didn't know whether to believe it or not, and finally said lightly: "You won't want to remember what happened yesterday."

Ji Huaiyu continued to pretend to be confused, thinking that this matter should be over, right?

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang, and Ji Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief. The person who came was the food delivery person, and it was his favorite hotel.

It seems that Sheng Jue has not forgotten to order a meal for him in his busy schedule.

A little bit of guilt made Ji Huaiyu take the initiative to open the package, put the dishes on the table, and added a cup of cola ginger tea for himself and Sheng Jue.

Sheng Jue glanced at him inexplicably and sat down, not knowing what he was going to do again.

"Sheng Jue, shall we talk?" Ji Huaiyu proposed with a rare gentle and humble expression.

"Tell me." Sheng Jue's tone was flat, obviously not expecting anything from him.

Ji Huaiyu pursed her lips: "How long has it been since I signed the contract of selling myself?"

He was referring to the contract that allowed Sheng Jue to stop his card at will.

"One year."

It's okay, okay, Sheng Jue still has a bit of conscience.

"Well, since we both have our own standpoints, it will be a lose-lose for us if we go on like this. Why don't we figure out how to pass this year peacefully. I know that you are struggling with me so painfully now, probably my dad is also with you. Did you sign a one-year contract?"

Sheng Jue didn't say anything, which means he didn't deny it.

Ji Huaiyu went on to say: "In this year, I will participate in public activities as you said, and maintain the company's image, but don't expect me to take care of any company affairs, just treat me as a vase outside, and you will listen to the government behind the curtain." That's it."

Sheng Jue's sword eyebrows frowned, obviously speechless at his insane description: "What else do you want?"

Ji Huaiyu was startled, was Sheng Jue so talkative today, or was he overwhelmed by his charm yesterday.

"And you can't interfere with my emotional life," Ji Huaiyu leaned back in his chair, "you can't limit my freedom."

Sheng Jue was silent for two seconds: "...Okay, then please choose a place to flirt in the future, such as the main road, the entrance of a bar, or a charity reception. It will be very tiring to delete."

Ji Huaiyu rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles guiltily, and agreed: "okok."

"Any more?"

"Uh..." Young Master Ji Er had never done this kind of thing before, and said in a low voice very uncomfortable, "Sheng Jue, can you give me some money, not much, just return my card, you don't want me either Every time I go to drink in the future, I have to call you to pay the bill, right?"

"I can't return the card," Sheng Jue flatly refused, then took out a card and handed it to him between his fingers, "This is my secondary card, and I have set a one-month limit of [-]."

"One hundred thousand?"

Ji Huaiyu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he might be gone if he opened a few more bottles of wine for the occasion.

"If it's too much, I'll change it to [-]." Sheng Jue threatened calmly.

"Don't, don't," Ji Huaiyu solemnly and aggrievedly stretched out his hands to take the card, "Thank you, the patron father!"

While thinking in my heart, one year, just one year.

But it was really too little, Ji Huaiyu carefully put away the card, and looked at him pitifully with his chin propped up: "Father, can I sell myself to redeem the debt?"

Sheng Jue was visibly sluggish in drinking water, and almost choked on the ginger tea.

He was facing Ji Huaiyu's smiling eyes on the opposite side of the table, in which he caught the triumphant light of teasing him, tilted his head, and grinned heartlessly.

Sheng Jue lost all thought of haggling with him, picked up his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat."

Ji Huaiyu's characteristic is that he likes to make progress, Sheng Jue just started to give him a little face, and then started to kill him again.

"No, I have a bit of post-bereavement PTSD now, and my hands shake when I use chopsticks."

When he just returned to China, Ji Ding hosted a grand banquet for him, announcing to the outside world that he had completely recognized the illegitimate child.

In the gorgeous banquet hall, friends from Ji Ding's business field came one by one to visit his mixed-race young son like a monkey.

The only thing Ji Ding ignored was that he still couldn't understand Chinese, and the translator didn't follow him into the banquet hall.

The most terrible thing is that everyone is drinking happily, and Ji Huaiyu doesn't know how to use chopsticks yet.

The 12-year-old is like a mural, sitting in front of the table, staring at the people in the banquet hall in a daze.

At that time, Sheng Jue changed seats with his elder brother and moved to his side, and reached out to pick up a chopstick for him.

Seeing that he didn't move, Sheng Jue briefly introduced in English: "This is foie gras and lotus root folder."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Sheng Jue, who, like his elder brother, was wearing a white shirt uniform with the school badge printed on it, and a heather gray uniform tie that was neatly tied. He looked like a high school student.

He scooped it up with a spoon and took a bite, then whispered to Sheng Jue, "Thank you."

Sheng Jue's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he went on to serve him some food.

"Stir-fried wagyu beef with maitake mushrooms."

"Steamed starfish."

"Baked Drunken Crab Caps."

"Emerald Scallop Soup."

Sheng Jue was like an emotionless dish-reporting machine, yet he co-operated with mouthfuls of food.

To be honest, this was the first full meal he ate in China, and it was also the first time he felt something called a sense of security in his heart.

Su Yan was right, he was really afraid that Sheng Jue would give up on him completely.

Sheng Jue took another chopsticks of foie gras and lotus root, and threw it into his bowl with disgust, interrupting his thinking.

For Sheng Jue, it was the first time he saw Ji Huaiyu. He had long hair, a pair of clear blue eyes, and was as cute and quiet as a little girl.

Who knows it's all fake, it's because Ji Huaiyu is still unfamiliar with the environment and hasn't shown his true nature.

Ji Huaiyu bit the lotus root clip, felt Sheng Jue was looking at him, raised his eyes and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Jue looked away, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips that he didn't notice.

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