Chapter 442

Secretary Fu only talked to Shi Sheng after he left. He didn't stay for long and was often fascinated by his excellent appearance.

She felt that the man's face was just against the sky.

Ji Yunan is used to being noticed, so he is not very sensitive to other people's eyes. But if someone stares at you directly, he is not sensitive.

He raised his head and just had a kind of attentive look at Secretary Fu. His face sank and he put the screen of his cell phone back in his pocket. "Secretary Fu, is that what Shisheng taught you at the beginning?"

Before that, Shi Sheng was his secretary, and Secretary Fu was Shi Sheng's assistant.

After Shi Sheng left, Secretary Fu became Ji Yunan's secretary.

She listened to Ji always tone is not good, know that he is touched his bottom line, Ji Yunan most disgust is someone public and private.

Secretary Fu immediately lowered his head and looked away

At that time, Shi Sheng said to her with righteous words: you can't think about the security guard downstairs, but about Ji Zong. Don't be confused by his appearance. You can't bear to be tortured by him every minute. You want to put yourself back in your womb.

It's quiet in the car.

Ji Yunan didn't let the driver drive, and the driver didn't dare to move.

Secretary Fu's nervous scalp is numb. He secretly raises his eyes to look at Ji Yunan's face, only to find that instead of getting better, he sinks even more.

After a while, he said faintly, "check the hotel nearby, and see if there is a Chinese guest named Shen Nanqiao."

"Yes."

He looked out of the window and put his arm on the armrest of the door. "Drive."

There are not many hotels nearby, and the results will soon be available. It's a star hotel not far from Ji's.

The front desk checked it on the computer and said with a smile, "yes, there is a Chinese lady with deep sex who has made a reservation here."

Ji Yunan crossed his fingers on the desk of the front desk, hung his eyes, and lazily kicked the floor tile: "room number."

"I'm sorry, sir. I need to make a phone call to confirm with the guest first. After the guest agrees, I can tell you the room number."

Ji Yunan shrugged and gave her a "you are free" expression.

The front desk is fascinated by his appearance. She dials the landline of Shen Nanqiao's room, but no one answers. She dials again, but no one answers.

She put down the phone with an apologetic look on her face: "I'm sorry, sir. The lady may not be in the room now. Would you like to call her?"

Ji Yunan doesn't have a phone call from Shen Nanqiao, and if he wants to get through, Mo Beicheng won't let him come for it.

He has no patience.

Wring eyebrows, tone is not very good, "open the door, we go in and wait."

Since I haven't checked out, I'll be back sooner or later.

The front desk was very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, sir. Our hotel has regulations that we can't disclose the privacy of the guests without their consent."

Ji Yunan just needs to make a phone call.

Although it's not Ji's industry, there are still some contacts.

But he obviously didn't have such good patience, and he was not used to going around for such a small thing. In the end, he owed a lot of people just to open a door.

He turned, his back against the bar, his legs forward.

Ji Yunan slowly took out the cigarette box from his pocket, pinched a cigarette which was contained between his lips, put one hand around the flame of the lighter, and hung his head to light a cigarette.

Eyes are very deep, thin lips with bronzing cigarette butts, a few deep suction, smoke spread, his whole face cage in a dreamlike fog.

He narrowed his eyes and swept the bodyguard on the side of his body. He showed the position of the front desk.

The bodyguard put his hand on the T-shaped object raised at his waist, took two steps and pulled it out——

The muzzle of the black gun is against the forehead of the front desk, the voice is cold and hard, can't hear any emotion, "open the door."

The front desk was almost screamed by the sudden change. Although the United States legally carries guns, not everyone has experienced the thrill of being shot to the head.

Ji Yunan's eyes swept past, and the scream that she had reached her throat suddenly stopped and became a "Ho Ho" sob.

Lips tremble, a face of panic looking at in front of the cold expensive pressing man.

Secretary Fu

Shi Sheng is really a man of God.

Ji Yunan smokes, looks lazy, tone is light, and even a bit of comfort, "don't be afraid, he won't shoot."

As soon as the shaking of the little girl's body was relieved a little, he went on: "however, disobedience is another matter," he looked down. "Such a beautiful leg has an extra hole, so it's not easy to wear a short skirt in the future."