The housekeeper said at the door, "Miss Shen, I'll go down first. If there's anything wrong, you'll stand upstairs and shout."
She looked back and said, "OK, thank you."
After the housekeeper left, she visited the room for a while. She didn't take a nap at noon. Now she was tired and yawned several times. She lay down on the bed and then went to sleep.
Ji Jinchuan went back to his old house directly from the company after work and entered the living room. He handed the coat on his arm to the housekeeper. The housekeeper took it and was about to hang it up for him. He asked, "where's the little lady?"
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment. The young lady's address made him not react for a moment. He replied in a hindsight: "in your room."
Ji Jinchuan walked up to the stairs, the housekeeper's voice sounded behind him: "young master, the master asked you to go to the study to look for him after you come back."
Ji Jinchuan went to the third floor without saying a word. He turned the door knob and took a look. The woman in bed was sleeping soundly. He closed the door gently and went to Ji yangkun's study on the second floor.
Ji yangkun just saw his car coming into the yard on the window. He was waiting for him to come up. When he heard the knock on the door outside, he said calmly, "come in."
Ji Jinchuan pushed the door into the room and closed the door. His voice was warm and light: "Dad."
Ji yangkun sat behind his desk smoking a cigar. The room was filled with a faint smell of smoke. He gave a "um" sound, and his face did not show joy.
On the one hand, the two father and son are very similar.
Ji Jinchuan's voice was deep and light: "what's wrong with calling me back?"
Ji yangkun put the cigar between his fingers: "you came back by yourself."
Ji Jinchuan's deep black eyes couldn't see the bottom, and his cold thin lips seemed to have a cool meaning: "you let her stay in the old house, is not to let me come back?"
Ji yangkun took a sip of his cigar and looked at him: "can't I ask her to come to the old house and have a heart to heart talk?"
"She has no obligation to talk to you," he said in a warm voice
Ji yangkun's voice sank: "she is my daughter-in-law, why no obligation?"
Ji Jinchuan's eyes were deep and his voice was quiet and cool: "did you think she was your daughter-in-law?"
"You one by one," Ji yangkun was not angry, not cold or light, but also stabbed the vital tone, angry face iron green, "I am your father, do you have to talk to me like this?"
Ji Jinchuan didn't want to waste words with him on this issue. He went to the window, took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out green smoke. His tone was casual: "what's the matter? Go ahead. "
Ji yangkun said frankly: "help Xue Shi."
Ji Jinchuan explicitly refused: "impossible."
"Your Aunt Jane and your mother are good friends. Her daughter Xue Ling has a mental problem because of what happened at the engagement banquet. Xue's eyes are going to die. Your Aunt Jane has been in tears recently..."
Ji Jinchuan leans on the window, in the dark eyes, the mood is complex, so people can't understand: "how do you know that she has been washing her face with tears all day?"
Ji yangkun's cigar has been half burned. Because he didn't smoke it, he couldn't see the scarlet fire. Only a part of the burned ash was about to fall. He shook into the ashtray and said, "listen to your mother."
Ji Jinchuan sneered: "is it?"
Ji yangkun heard the irony in his tone and said calmly, "what do you mean?"
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