Chapter 9

Ji Rui's car just left the gate of the mansion, and the phone rang. After two rings, it answered automatically.

"Ah Rui, Jiarong is here. You can accompany her. Don't let girls wait." Ji's loud voice came out of the earphone.

"Dad, I'm not familiar with her. There's something I need to deal with in the company. You can talk with her."

Ji Rui opened the window half way, the cold north wind suddenly poured in, and the irritated breath in the car was diluted a lot.

"Ah Rui, you're almost thirty. It's time to..."

Ji seldom talks to Ji Rui so calmly. Unexpectedly, Ji Rui is not interested in listening and just interrupts him.

"Dad, haven't you had enough of that one the other day? What did you say? You said that as long as there are successors, you don't care about me. Have you forgotten? "

If six years ago, Ji Laozi could threaten Ji Rui with Ji's inheritance. Today, six years later, Ji Rui, who personally put Ji's group into the top three camps from the 10th ranking in the country, has enough wings. Apart from the friendship between father and son, the old man has no chips to blackmail Ji Rui.

It's a pity that Ji Rui's father son relationship almost broke up when he was eight years old. It's impossible for the old man to let Ji Rui listen to him with such shallow father son relationship.

Mr. Ji on the other side of the phone probably understood this. After a moment's silence, he said, "ah Rui, the baby needs a mother."

Ji Rui doesn't say a word, baby's tearful little expression passes in front of him.

"Dad, leave it alone."

Then he reached out and cut off the phone.

Shortly after Ji Baobao was born, Ji Rui's two younger brothers had a son and a daughter, but the two children were obviously not as popular in Ji Baobao's family.

Ji Rui vaguely understands why Ji Laozi indulges Ji Baobao so much, but he doesn't want to think about it or go deep into it.

Some things are wrong even if they are wrong. No matter how they are remedied afterwards, they can not change the result. Just like the mirror cracked, no matter how hard, it can't be reunited.

When Ji Rui returned to the company, there was only one receptionist at the front desk. He remembered that today was Saturday.

Originally, he was going to stay comfortably in the apartment until noon, and then go back to the mansion to accompany the baby in the afternoon.

Now it seems that I have to work overtime here today.

Sitting behind the desk looking at a lot of documents, Ji Rui always feels that something is missing. After thinking about it, he calls the reception desk.

"Xiao Liu, make me a pot of coffee and come in."

The habit of having a cup of coffee before work has been going on for many years. Today, Letong is not in, and so are the others. He has to ask the receptionist at the front desk to cook a pot for him.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Liu brought in her coffee and stood at her desk without leaving.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Rui puts down the coffee he just picked up and looks up at Xiao Liu.

"President, lunch... I've brought a bento. Would you like to have a try?" Xiao Liu's face turned red and asked hesitantly.

Ji has a special canteen, but today all the staff are on holiday, and the canteen is no exception. In the past, if Ji Rui worked overtime, his exclusive secretary would also work overtime with him. Therefore, there was no need to bother others to make coffee and order takeout.

Ji Rui took back his sight, opened the document and said coldly, "no need!"

Xiao Liu's face was embarrassed and lonely, and she ran out like a fly.

Ji Rui only took a sip of the coffee from Xiao Liu. It's probably because of Letong's good craftsmanship that she has been eating for half a year. As soon as the coffee comes into her mouth, Ji Rui almost sprays it.

There are a lot of documents on the desk. His right-hand man is his special assistant. During this period, he went to Europe to expand his business. As a result, Ji Rui has more things on hand.

Ji Rui drinks a glass of water and carefully deals with the papers piled up on his desk. During this period, he receives several phone calls, basically because his friends in the business field ask him to have dinner or play golf.

He was not in high spirits today, so he refused all these offers on the ground of working overtime.

At noon, his stomach called out on time.

It's Le Tong's fault.

Originally, he used to eat irregularly, especially when he was busy. It was common for him to eat only one meal a day. But since Le Tong became his secretary, his daily diet has become very punctual.

Because, I don't know when, she will deliver the meal to him on time every day, such as lunch, if he works overtime in the evening, so will dinner.

Ji Rui picks up the phone and wants to order a takeout, but his mind is blank. He doesn't know where to call.

I don't know how Letong does it. Anyway, she seems to know his taste very well. Sometimes it's not the food in the canteen, and the taste of the takeout is also very suitable for him.

So, he always eats with ease, never cares where the takeout comes from.

"Oh... I see. Does she have a crush on you? No wonder... "Zhuo Jiarui's words suddenly rang out in his ears, Ji Rui couldn't help frowning.

If it didn't happen that night, he only thought that Letong was a very intelligent and clever girl, but now it seems that everything is not so simple?

Ji Rui calls the hotel where he often goes to eat. As soon as the general manager hears that it's Ji Rui, he repeatedly guarantees that he will deliver the delicious food to Ji Rui as soon as possible.

In less than half an hour, Ji Rui's meal was delivered by the general manager of the hotel. He handed his personal business card to Ji Rui and said that if there was anything he wanted to eat in the future, he could be sent.

The dinner, as usual, was delivered by the general manager himself. After dinner, Zhuo Jiarui called and asked Ji Rui to play golf on Sunday morning.

On Sunday morning, Ji Rui arrived at the golf course as scheduled. Zhuo Jiarui met him from a distance and trotted to meet him, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at Ji Rui carefully.

Ji Rui glanced at him, "are you constipated?"

Zhuo Jiarui coughed a few times, "you're constipated. I'm afraid you're still angry!"

In fact, up to now, Zhuo Jiarui hasn't figured out how he offended Ji Rui that night.

Ji Rui took the caddie handed over the club, "I'm not angry."

Hearing Ji Rui's words, Zhuo Jiarui took a long breath of relief.

Ji Rui is hard to figure out, but he seldom lies. If he says he is not angry, he is really not angry.

In Ji Rui's opinion, that night was really not angry, but the sudden irritability and loss of interest. Now I think it's still puzzling.

Zhuo Jiarui caught up with the club and walked side by side with him.

"Hello, President Ji da."

Usually, this is what Zhuo Jiarui calls him. Most of them ask for help from him.

"Speak

Ji Rui swung the stick and hit the ball out.

"How much is your little secretary's mobile phone? I want to ask her out for dinner!"