Chapter 7

Ji Qianchen hurriedly threw down his pencil, dragged a pair of flip flops out of the study. He was wearing a one shouldered household clothes, a black straight hair was rolled up by a clip, and a pencil was inserted in his head. His clothes were sloppy.

I came out to see that I didn't come to move things, but to move things to her house.

Giant refrigerator, giant TV, giant washing machine, giant sofa

Dad still has money to afford such a moated furniture?

"Dad, what's going on?"

Ji Qianchen finds Ji Fu, who is making arrangements for the furniture, and interrogates him.

Ji Chengfeng came over with a smile, holding her baby daughter's hand, smiling happily, and the melancholy cloud between her eyebrows seemed to be gone.

"Qianchen, how do you come out in this way? Hurry up, go upstairs, find a beautiful dress to put on, and then come down again after you've dressed up." Ji Chengfeng looks at his daughter's beautiful face, holds her shoulders and pushes her upstairs.

"Dad, what's the matter? Well, what do I have to dress up for? What's going on at home? "

Ji Qianchen did not understand and did not want to go up.

"You thought dad didn't know? When did you find the president of tangtangdixiao group to be a boyfriend and don't tell your father, when are you going to hide from me? They all came to the door to ask for relatives. "

Ji Chengfeng fondly poked her forehead with his finger.

"What boyfriend? You mean Ling Xiaohan, he's not my boyfriend? " Ji Qianchen was shocked. He responded and hurriedly explained to his father.

She never chased him, okay?

Not four years ago, not four years later.

"Ha ha, I know. He's not your boyfriend. He's your husband." Ji Chengfeng, as if I knew everything, patted her on the shoulder. "Hurry up, don't ink. Go upstairs and change clothes. He will be here soon."

"No, I didn't say I was going to marry him." Ji Qianchen said firmly, went to the sofa area, took a long time to find an empty seat.

Picked up a new Fashion Week magazine and glanced at it absently.

More and more upset in my heart.

Why did she come to see him in all her splendor.

Four years ago, she dressed like a butterfly in front of him every day, and didn't see him look more?

What's the matter? Now you're going back? Blinded and interested in her again?

"What nonsense are you talking about? They can't afford to offend Ling's eldest son. Besides, they helped us to solve the debt crisis of our father. Can you say that to him now?"

"What?"

Ji Qianchen jumped up from the sofa and the magazine slipped from his hand.

A crack.

Even the heart was quivering.

This guy with a deep routine.

Ten million. Did he ask her for advice? He injected the money into Ji's family.

"No, I'm going to find him." Ji Qianchen said nothing and rushed out of the gate.

Out of the yard, not far away, a silver gray Bugatti Veyron galloped to this side.

The license plate number is eight eights. He's the only one who can make such a show.

Open your arms and pace right in front of the car, blocking his way.

Brake -

rob stops the car in time.

Sitting in the back seat and looking at the magazine, Ling Xiaohan almost bumped his head on the seat in front of him because he suddenly braked.

"Rob, when's driving technology back to kindergarten?"

"Young master, the accident is purely an accident. It's really because miss Ji suddenly appeared and stopped in front of me..." An explanation of Rob's grievance.

"Are you blaming my woman?"

The problem seems to be a little serious.