Chapter 1751

Bi Zheng stayed in the room and drove Ji Ziming and Pei Ge out of the room. Then he opened the box and checked it carefully. Fortunately, the things he wrapped were not broken, so he was relieved.

Now it's time for him to chat with Qin Qitong.

Ji Ziming and Pei Ge, who were walking downstairs in the elevator, met a man with a black hat brim and a low head. Even his eyes might not be able to see him, and walked past Ji Ziming and Pei Ge.

When the man was far away, Peige said aloud, "Zi Ming, why do you think this man is so strange?"

"I know what you're worried about. I also know this person's real intention to come to this hotel. In addition to bi Zheng, there is another person who is his goal."

"Who?"

Pei Ge asked softly. I really can't think of who would be the target of such a murderous man except Bi Zheng.

"Ninth master."

Ji Ziming gently spit out two words, but there has been a huge wave in Peige's heart.

"Ninth master? Why is he here? Doesn't he have his own hotel? If I remember correctly, the four-star hotel he opened is also very good, right on our street."

"Yes, what you heard correctly is Jiu Ye, the man who once came to our house."

Ji Ziming looked down at Peige's eyes and said affectionately, "but it doesn't matter. If you have me, it's enough. You don't have to worry about other things. With me, you just have to be your president's wife."

"OK, I'll listen to you."

Pei Ge nodded, looked at Ji Ziming's eyes and said with a smile, "Ziming, I find you have a good temperament now. It's the first time I found it."

"Why, in your eyes, am I not self-sufficient?"

Ji Ziming suddenly turned his head and looked at Peige. His voice suddenly said coldly, "if you don't see me clearly, I can show you clearly tonight. If you still can't see clearly, it doesn't matter. We will have a lot of time to let you see more clearly."

"Then don't. I've made it clear to you. Don't say that about yourself. In my heart, you are the best. There is no man better than you in the world."

Pei Ge nodded, looked at Ji Ziming's eyes and deliberately said many beautiful words. She didn't want to experience the nightmare a few days ago. Now there's no news about the pain in her body.

You can't suffer another crime.

"You really don't want to see it again?"

Ji Ziming took Pei GE's hand and walked to the door of the hotel. Pei Ge looked forward with a blush. The Baosi black Rolls Royce had stopped where it should be, quietly waiting for the arrival of the two people.

"Let's go and go home. When you are well, and I won't be so impulsive in the future."

Ji Ziming whispered and organized it in a language that two people could hear.

"OK."

Pei Ge nodded. It doesn't matter what the man around her was talking about. She just remembered that what Ji Ziming said just now was to wait until she was well.

Suddenly there was an idea, that is, never get better so quickly physically, at least let her alleviate the torture of these days first.

The car was moving fast ahead. Peige, sitting on the co pilot, asked softly, "what if Bi Zheng met that man in the hotel?"

"It won't happen."

Ji Ziming explained aloud, "because the man didn't go to bi Zheng's room at all."

"What if that man deliberately hides people's eyes and ears? How do you know?"

Pei Ge didn't understand. He didn't know what to do. He looked like a child who didn't know anything in front of Ji Ziming.

"Greg, do you know the difference between those superior rooms in our hotel?"

"The decoration style and the preferences of guests can also make some changes to the people in the hotel at the same time."

Pei Ge thought for a moment and said, looking sideways at Ji Ziming's side face and softly asked, "is there anything else besides these?"

"These are secondary. The most important thing is that in those advanced guest rooms, the taste of each room is different, because different decoration divisions in the room also need different aroma. Therefore, on that man, the smell I smell comes from the ninth master's room. If it's not the ninth master's room, it comes from the dressing room of the waiter serving the ninth master's room."

"No wonder you are so determined. He must not have come to find Bi Zheng."

When Ji Ziming said this, Pei Ge knew that Ji Ziming actually knew everything in his heart and everything that happened in the hotel. These little knowledge seemed casual, but in fact it was very useful.

For example, in this way, you can quickly distinguish which room it comes from, which can save a lot of time and problems.

"Ge Ge, you don't have to worry about Bi Zheng's accident in the hotel, because the room I arranged for him is actually the safest one in the hotel. As for the security system, don't be too nervous. I can give you a guarantee."

"Well, as long as he's all right, it's enough to wait until Qitong comes. I think we should let her get married quickly. If the two have their own small family, she won't be so anxious to work hard on her career."

"But didn't you say she was ready to be a great woman behind Bi Zheng after she got married?"

Ji Ziming stopped the car. While waiting for the red light, the two talked about some interesting things between Bi Zheng and Qin Qitong. Ji Ziming knew that Bi Zheng, who was a genius, was actually a very silly boy.

Not good enough. In the end, I have a good destination.

"Zi Ming, tomorrow I will accompany my mother to choose the venue for Qitong bizheng's wedding. Go and get busy with the company."

Peggy leaned back in his chair and said softly.

"Well, if there's anything I need, you can talk. Even if I don't have time to find you, don't worry. I'll find someone to take you there."

Ji Ziming's voice was clear and moist. Looking at Peige who was going to sleep, he asked again, "call the driver at home, so you don't drive to find the venue by yourself."

"OK, I see."

Pei Ge nodded and leaned on the back of the chair. She slept soundly. She had been frightened all night. She had forgotten Ji Ziming's ability in the capital. If Ji Ziming had an accident, I'm afraid the whole capital would be frightened for several days.