rebirth of the nasty

After tossing and turning all night, Fang Zijin finally adjusted her mentality in the morning, and sent another email to "Ling": "Can you guarantee the authenticity of this appraisal result?"

"Ling" replied very cautiously: "You mean to say that you suspect that you have no blood relationship with them?"

When Fang Zijin saw this line of words, it was as if someone had poured a mouthful of lemon vinegar into his mouth, sore from his nose to his eye sockets: The two of them are gone, is it important whether they are related by blood?

"I just want to know if I am related to Jin Muyun by blood."

Ling quickly replied: "Why do you think so? He treats you badly or something?"

Fang Zijin didn't bother to think about why the other party didn't ask about Jin Muyun's relationship with him, and why he asked "How is it for you?" .”

"Aya" seemed helpless against his stubbornness: "Okay, I'll try my best to find out."

At the dinner table, Jin Muyun saw Fang Zijin's sleepy look, frowned and said in a caring voice, "Didn't sleep well? How about I give you a vacation?"

Fang Zijin's mind was in a mess all the time, and he was a little dazed: "Hmm...ah?"

Jin Muyun repeated it again patiently: "If you haven't slept well, don't go to work today. I'll give you a day off."

Sensing Jin Muyun's caring gaze, Fang Zijin's nose was a little astringent, so he quickly lowered his head, staggered the other person's gaze, poked the shrimp in the porridge bowl with a spoon, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

He has written so many emotional questions and answers, and he has long been tired of writing the truth that "the crush is a matter of the crush alone, and it has nothing to do with the other person if he gets hurt", but when he really reaches this time, even the tears in his eyes are gone. I almost couldn't control it, as long as I thought about it, there would be fine and dense grievances piercing into the nasal cavity, poking open the tear duct.

This kind of emotion is too tormenting, he feels that he has become the kind of Miss Jiao that he usually hates the most.But I can't control it, damn it.

Jin Muyun noticed that the other party was depressed, but he didn't know the reason, so he wanted to ask a few more questions, and recalled the two questions and answers in the car yesterday afternoon, and was afraid that he would be the one who would be sad if he continued to ask, so he could only sigh in his heart Tone, no more words.

After dinner, Fang Zijin went upstairs. He didn't say much during the process. He just lowered his shoulders and greeted Jin Muyun feebly.

For the past six months, Jin Muyun had to stay at home after breakfast for a while before going out, but looking at Fang Zijin's closed door, he stood there for a while, then picked up the thin coat on the coat rack and said to the side: "Du Uncle, Aunt Wang, I'm off to work." Without the company of another person today, it would be boring to stay at home any longer.

On the way to the company, Jin Muyun drove the car by himself without asking the driver to take him there.He is now sitting where Fang Zijin sat yesterday, holding the steering wheel while waiting for the red light, and his mind continues to be full of thoughts from last night: Fang Zijin sat here yesterday and asked what the reason for that sentence was. What kind of mentality?

But before he could think of a clue, he was interrupted by the horn of the car coming from behind, and he kicked the accelerator and continued to move forward.But only then did he realize that he was holding the steering wheel too hard—even his knuckles were turning white.

He suddenly remembered a detail from yesterday. Fang Zijin's hand at that time was also like this, clenched tightly, as if extremely nervous.Then he said again: Am I giving myself hope, or do I want to have hope too much?

If Jin Muyun from another time and space could see this scene, he would probably be very surprised: What is the reason that made the other self fall into such a painful situation?

As the two employees in the company who paid close attention to their boss' mood, Luo Qingyuan and Zhang Mengyang sighed at each other after entering and exiting the CEO's office: This means something happened again.

However, they could only watch helplessly like before - didn't you see that the second young master didn't come to work this time?Obviously, this was the most quarrel ever between the two brothers, who dared to go up to the gun.

So as assistants, all they can do is to advise everyone who came up to report the situation today to be more careful.Therefore, such an urgent notice appeared in the public affairs group:

"President Jin is in a very bad mood today, please pay attention!"

Regardless of the next series of questions in the WeChat group, Zhang Mengyang turned off the phone screen and sighed: "We don't care this time? I think it's quite a mess..."

Luo Qingyuan's face was also full of worries, but he comforted Zhang Mengyang and said: "Don't worry, my brothers have no long-term hatred, and besides, the second young master is acting well now, it is probably just a small problem."

Although Luo Qingyuan was a little guilty after saying this: I have never seen Er Shao and Mr. Jin stop coming to work because of conflicts.

However, the quarrel between the brothers in the morning has not dissipated. To everyone's surprise, Jin Tuizhi came again.It makes people wonder if he has nothing to do all day long and runs to Jin's every day.

As one of the major shareholders of Jin's enterprise, Jin Tuizhi would not be hindered by the security guards, so he once again went to the financial department on the 20th floor, demanding to exercise the rights of the major shareholder and check the financial statements for this quarter.

But he himself is just an embroidered pillow, and he couldn't understand it even if he looked at it, so while pretending to look at it, he said: "How does Jin Muyun manage the company, I think this quarter is not as good as last quarter."

The financial manager of Jin's head office stood silently with his hands down, looking at his nose and heart, and said in his heart: I always say that every time I come here, and I don't change my lines.

The assistant brought by Jin Tuizhi looked at the report with a bit of embarrassment on his face: You are talking nonsense with your eyes open.

The members of the Jin family thought that the other party would stop making trouble once as usual, and they were waiting for Jin Tuizhi to turn around and leave after finding fault, but they saw Jin Tuizhi saying: "Then who, you, call Jin Muyun , let him down."

The financial manager heard the sound and looked over, just in time to see Jin Tuizhi staring at him, but he still asked, "Are you talking about me?" She really couldn't understand why she was suddenly called as an operator.

Jin Tuizhi nodded: "Yes, let's go."

The financial manager nodded patiently, then turned around and dialed the number of the president's assistant room.

When Zhang Mengyang received a call from the finance department but heard the other party say that Jin Tuizhi had come, his irritability almost turned into substance: "Please tell Mr. Jin that Mr. Jin has gone out for a meeting and is not here."

The financial manager hung up the phone, showing a standard apologetic smile: "I'm sorry Mr. Jin, our president Jin is not here, he went out for a meeting."

Jin Tuizhi frowned, and said, "I don't care if he's here or not, just let me know and say that I request a board meeting at the end of this month to discuss whether the inauguration procedure for the current president is formal."

The few people present almost thought they heard it wrong: what the hell is this Mr. Jin doing?Mr. Jin has been working as the president for several years, and it was unanimously agreed by the board of directors at the beginning. Why is he jumping out to discuss this issue now?

No matter what kind of speculation his words brought to the people present, Jin Tuizhi left with the same fanfare as when he came with a few subordinates.

The financial manager thought about it, and felt that although Mr. Jin was a little out of touch, this incident was really special, so he immediately called Zhang Mengyang and reported the situation.

After Zhang Mengyang finished listening to the phone call, he immediately discussed with Luo Qingyuan: "What is this Jin Er doing now? Why did you suddenly want to hold a board meeting and say that our President Jin's appointment procedure is not formal?"

Luo Qingyuan couldn't figure it out either. Once the two of them made up their minds, they still had to report to Mr. Jin face to face.

When Jin Muyun heard the news, he turned the pen a few times in his hand, and suddenly remembered that the other party used the incident at Ning Xin'er Hotel some time ago to invite him and Fang Zijin to his house for dinner.

Obviously Jin Tuizhi and his wife had a very good attitude last time, why now they suddenly want to pull him down again?

He didn't think that Jin Tuizhi said this just because he had no brains, otherwise the other party should have yelled like this a few years ago.And the other party has kept his head shrunk for so many years, why now he suddenly seems to have a reliance, and begins to choose to confront him head-on.

He intuited that Jin Tuizhi had a connection with Meng Fan, so there was a reasonable reason for the leak of his and Fang Zijin's DNA samples.And thinking of this, Jin Muyun frowned again: It seems that this news will leak out sooner or later.

Seeing that Jin Muyun was only thinking about it, Zhang Mengyang tentatively asked in a low voice, "Boss Jin?"

Only then did Jin Muyun come back to his senses, adjusted his expression, and waved to them as if he was tired: "It's okay, you guys go down."

Fang Zijin, who was in Jin's residence, finally received an email from "Ling".Probably "Ling" understood his expectations for the answer, so he directly put the identification results found at the top:

"Identification result: no blood relationship."

Fang Zijin looked at the testimonial, fearing that his eyes would be dazzled, so he repeated the identification several times before happily saying to the system: "Great system! I have no blood relationship with my brother!"

The system doesn't have many ethical concepts, and it doesn't know why Fang Zijin showed a smiley and crying expression because of the appraisal result, it only knew that Fang Zijin was looking forward to the result, so he said sincerely: "Congratulations! Host!"

Fang Zijin grabbed the phone, looked at it for a while, held it and kissed it several times, and finally hugged the phone, as if holding his most precious treasure, with happiness on his face, and lay down on the soft bed.

He didn't want to think about the connection of several appraisal results, those things had nothing to do with his mood.

However, when the heat of ecstasy passed, he became worried again: Now that he knew the situation, how should he tell Jin Muyun?You can't just throw the result in the opponent's face, can you?At first glance, it looks like something done by a dude who wants to divide the family property in a dog blood drama!

When Jin Muyun returned home at night with doubts about Jin Tuizhi's behavior, what greeted him was Fang Zijin's hesitant expression.

Seeing that the other party was standing upright, Jin Muyun seemed to be looking better than in the morning, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems better?"

Fang Zijin nodded: "Well, much better."

Jin Muyun also nodded, looking for something to say: "That's good."

Then, as if Fang Zijin had finally made up his mind, he approached and said softly, "Brother, am I not related to you by blood?"

Jin Muyun was taken aback when he heard the words, and said calmly, "Why do you say that?"

Fang Zijin said: "Actually, I knew before that I was not born to my father." After thinking about it, he probably only had the possibility that the testimonials between himself and Jin Tuizhi had been faked, so he stated the result of his deduction .

Jin Muyun didn't know what mood he was in.Things went smoothly as he planned at the beginning, and he even deceived the other protagonist in the story, but what he felt was not rejoicing, but feeling more and more guilty.

[The author has something to say]:

The silly white sweet brother is always good at finding reasons for his brother