Ji Ziming continued, "just now the following people reported to me that our uncle seldom goes to the small building. He usually goes back when he is drunk or doesn't go out for a few days. When he came to see us today, he was in a good mood. It is estimated that he should have gone to the bar to drink."

Calmly analyzing, Ji Ziming's eyes looked into the distance.

"So it seems that we can go back to the small building to see if there are any clues."

Peggy nodded. Such a report was very popular with her.

"Have you ever thought that if your uncle has searched all the clues you think, what is the possibility? Do you think our uncle will be so stupid? Do you really think he will keep the evidence until you go to the small building to find it?"

"What should I do? I can't just wait here. I can't watch my uncle and song Xueyi here."

Peige was a little worried, and his bright eyes were full of clear.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Ji Ziming stretched out his slender fingers to gently wipe away the tears in Peige's eyes. This woman can always make his heart turbulent. Mingming had just thought of a perfect plan, but seeing her like this, he seemed to forget it all at once.

What an elusive little woman.

But Ji Ziming enjoyed it again.

"Don't worry, I won't make you feel embarrassed. Also, don't cry easily. In this world, only I can make you cry, and you can't cry for others."

Domineering and tender, Ji Ziming will feel his eyes become particularly hot as long as he sees her tears.

"Well, I don't cry. I don't cry. It's you who make me cry. It's obviously your fault. How can you blame me?"

Pei Ge scolded coyly. This Ji Ziming just doesn't make people worry.

"Well, well, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's my fault. Then, dear Madam President, what instructions do you have now? Do you want to kill or cut? Or it's useful to keep me. For example, I can help you deal with things you think are difficult."

"Oh? I'm a little surprised that President Ji calls me that. Since you've said so, let's give you a sweet jujube for your face. How about I cook dinner for you tonight?"

This man really has a mouth that can deceive people. It's really sweet and not worth his life.

"Well, there's dinner cooked by the most beautiful daughter-in-law. I think I'll be happy to death, right? Dear Madam President."

Pei Ge was coaxed by this and immediately wanted to take Ji Ziming's hand and touch her to see if she was living in a dream.

"What's the matter with you?"

Ji Ziming looked into Peige's eyes and didn't understand.

"Not much. I'm such a soft and cute president Ji. Is it someone else pretending to be president Ji, or am I dreaming? How can I know such Ji Ziming?"

Peige took a deep breath, looked at Ji Ziming's eyes and continued, "President Ji, do you think you are true or false?"

"Do you think I'm true or false?"

Ji Ziming smiled softly, and Pei GE's small figure was reflected in his deep eyes.

"Really, you are my Ji Ziming, right?"

Pei GE's lips are hooked up. Only she can see such Ji Ziming.

"Of course, since you want to go to the small building to have a look, but I don't think there may be much receipt, but we can go and have a look. Let's go. If you want to go, you can go first. Song Xueyi is a little useful in the company."

Ji Ziming stood up, looked down at Peige and continued, "if you stay here, I'm sure I won't do anything. If you don't want to go with me, I'll have to go alone."

"No, no, no, I'll go with you. I'll go with you now."

Peige shook his head, stood up and followed Ji Ziming, and was about to walk outside.

"You silly girl, why don't you wear a coat?"

Ji Ziming stopped at the door and blocked Peige's way out. Looking at her thin body, she didn't have a windproof coat.

"OK, I'll go back and get it now."

Peggy lowered his head and found that he was really careless. He forgot to wear his coat and went out.

"Well, don't go back and get it. Just wear my clothes."

Ji Ziming took off his suit and put it on for Peige.

"This..."

Mingming's room is not far away, but Ji Ziming just doesn't want her to go back and get a coat. Does it feel so good to let her wear his coat?

Without much thought, Peige was pulled out of the president's office by Ji Ziming and into the president's exclusive elevator.

"Put on your clothes. As a famous strong woman in the capital, you are naturally a first-class celebrity. Your behavior should naturally conform to your identity, don't you?"

Ji Ziming stared at Pei Ge, but the sign in his eyes was clear at a glance.

"Just now, but you didn't want me to get a coat. You directly stuffed your coat into me. Now what does this mean? Please explain it to me."

Peige looked at Ji Ziming with no fear in his eyes.

"Well, are you blaming me for not letting you go back to get your coat? Do you think my words are false and lying to you now?"

"Isn't it?"

Pei Ge raised his head and bravely looked at Ji Ziming's eyes. This man knew to operate on her and knew that he would always be hostile to her at this critical time, but Pei Ge knew in his heart that this man was always in his eyes and in his heart, only her figure.

"Yes or no, no or maybe."

Ji Ziming dropped this sentence and went out with the sound of the elevator opening, leaving Peige standing in his place alone behind him.

"Why, don't you go yet? Or do you want to stand in the elevator and look at the iron walls on all sides?"

Pei Ge stared at Ji Ziming with hatred. Looking at his frosty eyes, he suddenly pursed his lips and said with a smile, "yes, President Ji, what you said is really right. I, a little woman, have no qualification to continue to say anything to you here."

Pei Ge then walked out with his chest raised and no longer looked at Ji Ziming, but his eyes were full of joy. The man behind him still wanted to fight with her. It was a piece of cake.

She wants Peggy to deal with.