"What?" Ji Qianchen stands up from the sofa in shock.
When I was outside just now, it was normal to see Ji Cunxi. He was a little pale.
All over the body?
Her sister didn't see it.
Jicunxi just came in with his coffee.
I don't know that in the rest room, Mu Ying's words are like a heavy bomb left in the calm lake.
"What's the matter with you?"
Jicunxi put the coffee in the tray on the coffee table, and looked at the people without knowing why.
The serious atmosphere in the room told him something was wrong.
Ji Qianchen steps forward and reaches out and touches his arm.
"Hiss..."
Ji Cunxi was touched by Ji Qianchen's wound, and there was a sense of pain, which forced him not to hold back and made a groan.
Even in a thick suit coat.
He can't cover up his injuries.
"Where else was it hurt?" Ji Qianchen's face became very serious and asked Ji Cunxi in a cold voice.
"No, sister, I'm fine." Jicunxi shook his head.
Zhao Qing and his family were hanging in their hearts, and their faces were white. Sit uneasily on the sofa.
I'm a little embarrassed.
In front of so many people, that stinky girl actually shakes out the matter that they beat Ji Cunxi.
"Don't lie to me. Why didn't you tell my sister when you were beaten? You have a family now. You don't have to bear it alone." Ji Qianchen reaches out and tentatively taps him on the back.
"Well Pain. "
The place where Ji Cunxi was photographed is exactly where Zhao Qinghe smashed the blue and white porcelain bottle yesterday.
Although I wiped the ointment of the bruise, I could not resist the pain when I touched it.
Pain nerves can't hide his injuries.
"On the hand, on the back. What about the leg?"
Ji Qianchen asked in a serious voice.
"What's the matter this is?" Ji Chengfeng, who came here in a hurry, saw a group of people sitting on the sofa in black, with serious faces.
"Uncle, you are here. We are talking about the beating of Cunxi by Zhao's family." Mu Ying talks with Ji Chengfeng again.
Zhao Qinghe couldn't help being angry. He stood up from the sofa angrily and pointed to Mu Ying. "Little girl, what are you talking about? Cunxi is our son raised by us. How can we beat him? Cunxi, have we abused you?"
Zhao Qinghe is clever. He gives Ji Cunxi the right to speak first.
He was convinced that jicunxi would not say it.
"Hello, Mayor Zhao. I'm Ji Chengfeng, Cunxi's biological father."
Ji Chengfeng takes the initiative to walk over and shake hands with Zhao Qinghe.
Zhao Qinghe looked down on Ji Chengfeng's honest appearance. "Master Ji, right? I'm not the mayor now. Don't call me that. My wife and I have worked hard to raise your child. We don't know how I can beat him."
"I know, I know, you won't do such a thing. I can see you today. I want to thank you for your care for Cunxi these years. In the future, I will try my best to do what I want."
"When my son grew up, he found his own family and left us with one word. Did we say anything? At the end of the day, it's really unreasonable that we should be beaten. "
The sleek Zhao Qing and Li took over.
If Ji Cunxi dared to say one more word, it would be treacherous.
Muying is holding her pink fist and biting her mouth. She is not happy.
I don't know why I beat people.
"Mayor Zhao." Ling Xiaohan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly got up from the sofa.
See Ling Xiaohan get up, Zhao Qinghe also immediately get up, stretch out a hand with Ling Xiaohan and shake, "Ling Shao."
Ling Xiaohan's hand was kicked in his trouser pocket, and he didn't care to take it out to deal with Zhao Qinghe.
Cold eyes stare at him coldly. "I asked Zhuxi to give you a billion yuan yesterday, and let you take care of him. You didn't even know that he was hurt all over?"
This question was like a bang on Zhao Qing's head that day.
Zhao Qinghe's face slightly changed. He picked up his smile awkwardly. "It's so good that we can't find it. We have always treated Zhuxi as our own son. If we knew that he was injured, we would find someone to deal with him for the first time. "
"Then you are not going to ask him how the injury came from?" Ling Xiaohan had already seen that the injury on Ji Cunxi was caused by Zhao Qinghe.
When Ji Cunxi returned home yesterday, he must be blamed for the mayor's re-election failure.
This injury is not the result of his beating.
Since Ji Cunxi didn't mention it, Zhao Qinghe tried his best to cover it up. It's better for him to govern Zhao Qinghe.
"Cunxi, how did you get this injury? Talk about it in front of your father and your sister."
Zhao Qinghe is kind on the surface. In fact, he gives Ji Cunxi a cold look, indicating that he'd better not talk disorderly."I......"
Jicunxi is biting his lips. Sometimes he really wants to blurt it out.
The true face of the adoptive father.
But he can't do it.
He also bears the kindness of the Zhao family.
"I fell last night when I was racing."
"Jicunxi, you are nonsense. This wound is clearly not your own fall. Why do you lie?" Muying stands out, anxious for Ji Cunxi.
She's straight. She says what she is.
It is clear that Ji Cunxi was wronged. He should lie and cover up.
"Why do you think I didn't fall by myself? Yesterday you only saw me bandaging the wound. Did you see if I fell? "
Ji Cunxi blocked Mu Ying's words completely.
As if yesterday, he didn't say a word about whether the wound was caused by the Zhao family.
It's just her speculation.
"You, you, you Jicunxi, you're going to piss me off. "
Mu Ying jumps.
She is angry with jicunxi. He is good enough to throw the stone she lifted on his own feet.
"It's no use giving this billion to Mayor Zhao. How about you give that billion back to me? I've been short of money lately
Ling Xiaohan goes to Ji Qianchen's side, reaches out and gently lifts the air that covers her eyebrows and eyes.
"Poof..."
Ji Qianchen hears Ling Xiaohan's words. Ji Qianchen sprays in front of him.
Lingxiao is short of money!
It's a great way to talk.
He is the only one who can get the money back.
Zhao Qinghe looks embarrassed. "Here..."
"Since the money doesn't work, I might as well take it back and give more year-end bonus to the staff."
Hearing the three words of the year-end prize, rob stood in the corner with a smile on his face.
"No, lingshao. Don't worry. Zuxi is my son. I will protect him and never let him get hurt again."
"It's too late. Why don't you just make a note and buy your ten years of upbringing?"
Ling Xiaohan lifted his lips and said it thoroughly.
If Ji Cunxi keeps the relationship between Zhao Qing and this side, the same thing will happen more in the future.
If you want to die forever, you should start from breaking off the relationship.