Chapter 1490

"What's the difference?" Pei Ge frowned and looked at Ji Ziming with a straight sword eyebrow. "Do you want to say something again?"

"Look carefully at what he said. Is it true?" Peige didn't believe it. She never knew that Huang Zhian was so "resourceful."

"If you don't believe it, just look for yourself." Ji Ziming went to the French window and arranged his tie against the dark window. The gray striped tie made his facial features more beautiful and Xin Chang's body more straight. Standing in place is like a pine, straight and steep.

"I see." After reading Huang Zhian's confession book, Pei Ge pinched the white paper with his slender fingers. In an instant, the wrinkles on the paper were obvious, and Pei GE's chest floated unevenly. "This Huang Zhian is really not a thing. How can I say it's me? What does it have to do with me? His theft of trade secrets has nothing to do with me at all."

"Now you see his true face?" Ji Ziming leaned against the glass window and stared at Peige. His deep eyes had already seen everything, "it's not too late for you to know his true face now."

"What do you mean?" Peige was a little surprised. The beautiful water eyes were just angry with a little water mist. "Have you found a solution?"

"Of course, how can my Ji Ziming's woman be framed by something like him? If I really want to say framed, I can make him never come out again."

When Ji Ziming said this, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and the curved radian at the corner of his lips was like a hell climbing out of hell, with an expression of punishment in every move.

"Are you going to frame him?"

Peige was a little afraid. Even if Huang Zhian did this to her, he said in his confession that it was ordered by the new legal person of red star company. In addition, Huang Zhian did go to Ji's villa to find Peige, and even showed her a "trade secret" of similar documents. In fact, it's not. The document that Peige saw pretending to be a business secret is just one page of a classmate's record given by Peige, a junior high school classmate, to Huang Zhian.

"Yes, I can't be slaughtered. It's not that easy for him to deal with me!"

Ji Ziming snorted, and the indifference in his eyes was reflected far away through the window.

"But this matter has nothing to do with him. Obviously, it's the owner of the trade secrets he provided. Maybe all this is the conspiracy of the owner, and Huang Zhian may be in the dark."

"Whether it's his family or him, I won't let go easily. The people who deal with you don't want to escape from my palm. I'll catch them one day."

Ji Ziming's cold eyes cooled Peige's back. She didn't expect that Ji Ziming would sacrifice so many things for her, just to catch the black hand behind the scenes.

"Zi Ming, I can handle it myself. Huang Zhian is slandering. I go to the police station to make things clear. I don't believe that the police station can not preside over Wang FA."

"I'll go with you."

"You don't have to. Just wait for me in the red star company. I'm not afraid of the shadow. Besides, your title of president's wife of Ji's company is covered. What else am I afraid of?"

"Listen to me. I'll go with you. If anything happens, I'll be there."

Pei GE's heart warmed. Ji Ziming's "I'm here" echoed in her ears when she was wandering or helpless, and Ji Ziming did it honestly. No matter where Pei Ge appeared, he would be around.

"Zi Ming, will my aunt be there when we go to the hospital tonight?" Peige finally got rid of a worry. Looking at Ji Ziming leaning against the glass window, she was a little lonely. Her heart rose again when she thought of facing Ji's mother tonight.

"Yes, of course. She takes care of Ji Chi in the hospital."

"What about Ann ran?"

"I live next door to the ward. Don't worry. Mom Zhang is also there. They will be fine." Ji Ziming stepped forward and whispered to Peige, "you just have to do your own thing well. There's me for other things."

"Yes." Pei Ge nodded and looked at Ji Ziming with gentle eyes, "Ziming..."

"What's the matter?" Ji Ziming's deep, inky eyes stared at Peige. The handsome facial features and cold lines were deeply engraved in Peige's eyes like a picture.

"No, nothing."

Pei Ge was somewhat frightened by Ji Ziming's sudden approach, and his body retreated a little. Ji Ziming stretched out his right palm and accurately and timely protected the back of Pei GE's head. His voice was deep and magnetic. "You're so careless again. Can't you want me to kiss again?"

"No, let go of me. I'll get up now." Pei Ge had just been kissed blushingly by Ji Ziming, and now he is red again.

"You're so shy. You're still the mommy of three cute treasures. It's bad if they see you."

"You go away, you go away quickly." Pei Ge pushed Ji Ziming's hand away, but the back of his head hit the tea table with a "Teng -" sound.

"Oh, it hurts." Pei Ge screamed in pain, and Ji Ziming looked at her coldly.

A cold voice came from above her, "don't you believe me, do you know the pain now?"

"It's your fault. If you come suddenly, I won't hit it. You still say."

"Blame me?" Ji Ziming's lips were lifted, and the coldness in his eyes was covered with tenderness for a moment.

"I don't blame you. Do you blame me? Do you think it's because you ran over suddenly that you hurt me like this?"

"That's my fault. Shall I apologize to you?" Ji Ziming leaned down on the sofa, and his eyes directly spread from Peige's waist to Peige's Pink ruddy, "I'm sorry to tell you, do you want to listen?"

Looking at the cunning in Ji Ziming's eyes, she knew too well what he was thinking at the moment and quickly refused.

"No, President Ji, you're not sorry for me. All this is my own fault. It has nothing to do with you. Your adult doesn't remember the villain. Let the little one go."

"Let you go? Give me a reason."

"Small people are old and small. I really can't stand your toss. Please give me a hand and let me go." Pei Ge is really surprised by Ji Ziming when she plays. He doesn't know she has such a side.

"Your play is very real." Ji Ziming's lips curled deeper, and the heat in his eyes was more undisguised.