Chapter 1772

As long as there is Ji Ziming, there must be cameras and headlines in the capital. As long as Ji Ziming appears, there must be some gossip female stars who want to take advantage of the opportunity, and there must be the favor of those rich ladies.

"Some characters are really not as good as they seem. You are still young. In the future, you will know that many people actually have two faces, or even many faces."

Peige looked at Ji Ziming and took a breath secretly in his heart.

In Pei GE's heart, Ji Ziming not only has two faces, but ten faces are not enough to describe him. He is a changeable devil.

Ji Ziming turned his head and saw Peige's eyes standing beside him slightly dull. Looking ahead of her, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What do you think, Greg?"

When Ji Ziming suddenly poked him, Pei Ge was surprised and immediately changed over.

"I think you're right. You may not really see every face of everyone. If you do, it's either your close relative or your death date."

Pei Ge blinked at He Yun. Ji Ziming stood beside her with cold eyes, which seemed to confirm Pei GE's second sentence.

"Madam, are you saying..."

He Yun looked at Ji Ziming and Pei Ge. His voice was timid.

"I'm kidding. You've been with Ziming for so many years. How can you die?"

Pei Ge just joked, but he Yun heard him. In the future, every time he didn't complete the task satisfactorily, he always thought that Ji Ziming could kill him directly with a simple word.

Including the rest of his life.

It also includes whether he can still stay in the capital.

"Well, go back and tell me any news. My wife and I have something to say."

Ji Ziming ordered to leave with a gloomy face. Standing in the room, he was slender and had a temperament of not being angry and self threatening, which made he Yun on one side dare not say a word more.

"President, I'll go now. You and your wife have a good talk."

He Yun hurried out of the door and took the door of the room with a light hand, leaving only Ji Ziming and Pei Ge in the room.

After he Yun left, Ji Ziming said softly, "master Qu's birthday party, how are you going to go?"

"Of course I went in the way of your president's wife."

Pei Ge pursed his lips and said with a smile. Looking at Ji Ziming's eyes more and more bright, the crystal lights lit in this room are not as beautiful as this one.

"Oh? Be my wife?"

Ji Ziming stepped forward, stretched out a slender and bony finger, pulled the collar of the collar, loosened it, and pressed Peige on the wall in three and two steps.

There was a golden light on the wall in front of me, which was shining under the large crystal lamp.

"You..."

Pei Ge was startled by Ji Ziming's sudden approach. When he was about to leave, he was propped aside by Ji Ziming with another hand.

"Why, you still want to escape, don't you?"

Ji Ziming's narrow eyes narrowed, and his eyes became more and more blurred when he looked at Peige. As long as it was what Peige thought now, he could guess seven or eight points. This woman always wanted to escape when he was closer.

Not good at all, not obedient at all.

"I... I didn't run away. You're so close to me. I'm a little nervous."

"What are you nervous about? Will I eat you or kill you?"

Ji Ziming's thin lips fit on Peige's white auricles. Looking at her small ears, they turned red, like pink marshmallows.

"Zi Ming, don't get so close to me. Today is Qitong's wedding. Since you have caught the murderer who wants to plot against you, you should put a lot of energy on him. You still have a lot of things to do. You can't waste your time here."

Pei Ge tries to unlock Ji Ziming's vision, but no matter what Pei Ge says, Ji Ziming's hands on both sides don't loosen. Instead, he looks at her with blurred vision and becomes more and more confused.

"What if I tell you that the man's purpose is not me?"

Ji Ziming's blurred breath suddenly disappeared, as if it was not him who provoked Peige.

"What? Not you?"

Pei Ge opened his eyes and looked at Ji Ziming. Is it Ji Ziming or who? Is it Qin Qitong or Bi Zheng?

"It's you. He's dealing with you."

Ji Ziming put down his hands on both sides and looked down at Peige. The tension and uneasiness in his eyes ran through his eyes.

"So, you are for me..."

It turns out that everything is not because Ji Ziming is unwilling to tell Peige, nor is it because Qin Qitong and Bi Zheng are joking about their wedding. According to Qin Qitong's character, there is nothing wrong with her belief in love first.

There can be thousands of weddings, but there is only one good friend.

This makes Peige not moved.

"Yes, I'm for you, so do you want to treat me well?"

Ji Ziming's lips are lifted, his long and narrow eyes are slightly closed, and his deep eyes are tightly around Peige like a ribbon.

He can give up everything for her, or he can deal with those who want to hurt her for her.

"How can you treat me well tonight?"

Pei GE's voice suddenly jumped with a trace of joy, thinking that he can coax Ji Ziming now. His small fist is slightly locked. As long as he can do it, he will make Ji Ziming satisfied.

"What did you say?"

Ji Ziming smiled at the corners of his lips, his voice was low, and his eyes were full of pride.

But when Ji Ziming lay in bed and enjoyed Peige's high-quality service, his heart was full of despair.

The service she said and the present service are completely two levels, two levels.

Pei Ge sits under Ji Ziming's feet and pinches Ji Ziming's soles again and again. He has a good grasp of acupoints, but Jindao is too young compared with the professional masseur in the store, but that's the only way.

"How do you feel? Is it still good?"

Pei Ge looked at Ji Ziming lying on the bed as if asking for praise. His cold face was covered with a thin shadow, and his voice was as cold as penetrating the air in the cold ice.

"Have you finished your massage? Can you go to bed?"

"How can I finish the massage so quickly? I haven't enlarged the moves yet. These are the basics. Don't worry. I've specially learned some moves to ensure that you can enjoy it here comfortably tonight."