Chapter 1612

The costumes of ethnic minorities are still fresh in their memory.

He Yun was only disappointed. The portraits drawn by the portrait descriptors were the same as passers-by, but the light in his eyes attracted special attention.

A deep darkness gives He Yun a new understanding. It seems that he has seen it somewhere.

"How's it going?"

The portrait descriptor looked at He Yun with a little doubt. He thought he was dissatisfied with his portrait and asked again, "Mr. He, this portrait?"

"I seem to have seen this portrait."

He Yun was a little confused. Looking at the portrait, he frowned and looked at it with deja vu, as if he had met this person in his youth.

"Where have you met?"

The portrait descriptors looked at He Yun. Since he said he had seen him, does that mean that he has made great achievements in this case.

He Yun called Ji Ziming. As he expected, what he heard was Ji Ziming's cold answer. He didn't find the last murderer, but just a few minions, which was not enough to make a big deal.

Pei Ge watched Ji Ziming hang up the phone again. His indifference increased a bit. He took his company's confidential documents and said, "look at this document. Do you think there are loopholes again?"

Ji Ziming took over and looked at the data above. His eyebrows were locked, and the frown of Jianmei was even more with a ripple.

"This data is false."

After reading for a while, Ji Ziming came to this conclusion, which is exactly Peige's conclusion five minutes ago.

"No, this data is true, but it has been tampered with. This is the data sent by Ji Miao to me, so this data has also been tampered with by Ji Miao. She is afraid to disclose all the secrets of our company. This is the lower part of the confidential data of our company. I took it false, so the person who took the upper part must also take it false."

Peggy is sure that she is willing to trust every employee of her.

"Are you... Sure?"

Ji Ziming's eyes were light, and he was finally pulled back by Ji Miao.

"I'm sure I'm more familiar with these data than anyone else. It took me and my secretary a long time to summarize them. If anyone took this document, my company would be equivalent to an empty shell."

"I know. It seems that Ji Miao is not stupid."

Ji Ziming's voice is cold, but it still brings a little temperature.

"She's all for my good."

Peggy's voice choked again.

"It doesn't matter. It's all over."

Before Ji Ziming had finished all his comfort, the ring of his mobile phone rang again.

"President, Mr. Qu is awake."

By the time Ji Ziming and Pei Ge arrived at the hospital, Qu Xiujie had already sat on the hospital bed and ate with chopsticks. It seemed as if nothing had happened to the whole person. When he saw Pei Ge coming in, his eyes lit up.

The voice was even more kind and low Wan. He patted the position around him and said to Peige, "Peige, come and sit here."

But when Qu Xiujie saw Ji Ziming following Peige, his attitude cooled down. He patted the chair next to him and motioned, "President Ji, come too. Sit here quickly."

"Mr. Qu, you can really distinguish treatment. Let my wife sit next to you and let me sit in this chair?"

Ji Ziming's eyes were cold, and the smile on his lips increased instead of decreasing. His expression was not angry but powerful, looking at Qu Xiujie.

"President Ji is really joking. I still saw my wife coming from outside. Do you feel cold? I asked her to sit next to me."

Qu Xiujie gave himself a good reason, but in Ji Ziming's opinion, it's still so lame.

"Mr. Qu's reason is a little low-level. Can't my Ji Ziming compare with my wife's position in your heart? Or do you care about your safety at all?"

Ji Ziming's lips involuntarily stirred up. Pei Ge, standing beside him, looked at the indifference in Ji Ziming's eyes, and knew that he was in a state of outbreak, and all his expressions were small changes.

"President Ji is really joking. How could I not care about my life? I just woke up. The nurse told me that I had slept for a long time. Since I slept for so long, my head certainly didn't recover so quickly."

Qu Xiujie laughed and scooped a mouthful of rice into his mouth. He said vaguely, "don't stand still. I'm so tall. Don't you despise me as a lonely old man."

The bodyguard behind him pulled over two chairs. Ji Ziming took Peige and sat down. Looking at Qu Xiujie who sat in Chuang or took it, he smiled, "I don't know whether Mr. Qu is satisfied with my hospital. Is he comfortable?"

"Comfortable, of course! Who doesn't know that your Ji family's hospital has first-class service and expert team. Even the food here is the most delicious."

"The food you ate was specially packed by my bodyguard from Ji's hotel."

Ji Ziming said coldly, waking up the sign that Qu Xiujie wanted to flatter.

Qu Xiujie's expression flashed a trace of embarrassment. The facts proved that he really couldn't tolerate the slightest disguise in Ji Ziming's eyes. He scooped a mouthful of rice into his mouth and chewed it before he continued, "President Ji, can you let all of you step down? I eat alone. The room is full of delicious vegetables. I'm afraid they can't help it."

"No, you can eat yours at ease."

Ji Ziming chews. His bodyguards can't be tempted by delicious food so soon. Of course, they can't eat better than Qu Xiujie.

"Well, then I'll continue to eat mine."

Seeing that he couldn't move Ji Ziming, Qu Xiujie simply picked up all the food in the bowl and quickly took a piece of tissue paper from the bedside table and wiped his mouth. Then he was satisfied and burped. He looked at Peige and Ji Ziming again.

The voice was clear and mellow, restoring the tone of Qu Xiujie and Ji Ziming, "President Ji, you don't have to look at your wife so tightly now. I'm a patient now, but I won't do anything to my wife."

Qu Xiujie looked at Ji Ziming's protection of Peige, and really wanted to make fun of him.

"My wife is right here. If you want to do anything to my wife, it depends on whether you have the courage, or whether the bodyguard at my door can come to you and see if you have come to my wife."

Ji Ziming's lips rose unconsciously, and a smile in his eyes made Qu Xiujie panic.

"President Ji is really joking. As a disabled person, I can't compare with your bodyguard. Isn't that hurting me?"