Chapter 2149

"Son... It's Shen Feng, isn't it? Are you looking for Peige?" Zhang Manhua asked tentatively.

"How does aunt know I'm not looking for Ji Ziming?"

Shen Feng smiled and answered the question with a question.

"Ji Ziming..."

Shen Feng's eyes brightened. Zhang Manhua seemed dissatisfied with Ji Ziming's attitude.

"The people of the Ji family really don't like it."

Zhang Manhua shook her head. Charles told her that Shen Feng should also have some grudges with the Ji family, but he didn't say it in detail. However, when she came back this time, she knew that her brother died in the Ji family, so she couldn't get close to the big family. In fact, she didn't have to put up with this family too much, no matter as an earl or an outgoing eldest lady of the Qu family.

Shen Feng also knows that Zhang Manhua is not an ordinary person. He has some unspeakable gratitude and resentment with the Qu family, but he really doesn't know, or even doesn't know at all, about his entanglement with the Ji family.

"Alas... I also know you don't understand. To be honest, my wife, Charles, told me about you, so I'll tell you straight. Do you know that Ji's family has died recently?"

Looking at Shen Feng's thoughtful appearance, she sighed deeply.

"The man who died is my brother, Qu Xiujie."

Shen Feng suddenly realized that no wonder Ji Ziming would be unpopular. He thought he had been a son-in-law for some years. Apart from others, he had three children. He didn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face. Even if he didn't meet often, there was no need to alienate him.

It turned out that mother-in-law's brother died in his own house.

Ji Ziming, Ji Ziming, I didn't expect you to have a weakness like this. In my hand, Shen Feng's eyes show a faint edge.

Shen Feng looked at Zhang Manhua and thought that the woman was still very useful, so he put out the idea that he wanted to leave as soon as possible because he was touched at the beginning.

"The deceased is dead," Shen said with pity and grief on his cover. "Aunt Zhang, don't be too sad. Uncle Qu won't be happy because of your tears if he knows from heaven."

"Look at you, what a good child. If those Ji people knew that they were half as sensible as you, I wouldn't be so angry with the Ji family."

"Listen to the tone of aunt, has the Ji family done something that people and God are angry about?"

Shen Feng felt that it was rare for him to work so hard. He needed to turn his excitement into sadness, and he had to condense into a river.

Zhang Manhua is not without a sense of defense, but Charles has a good reputation for Shen Feng. People who can carry the beam of the aristocratic family can be called hard-working. At this time, Shen Feng's appropriate compassion and her complaints about the actions of the Ji family really need an outlet at this moment.

It's a pity that the other party is Shen Feng.

Shen Feng looks like a listener. In a sense, he is indeed a hard-working person. His keen and resourceful are ready to peel off the cocoon and silk in the next dialogue.

It's like a spider with a web.

Zhang Manhua looked at Shen Feng's expression with satisfaction and even suddenly came up with such an idea. In fact, if his son-in-law was a man like Shen Feng, it would be good.

It's a pity that these two people don't understand each other's ideas at the moment, otherwise they will do things very differently

Ji Ziming felt a little palpitation.

The secretary came in and brought him a cup of coffee.

Ji Ziming closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, held coffee and asked, "what time is it now?"

The secretary looked at his watch and told him gently.

"It's almost noon," Ji Ziming thought thoughtfully. There are several visible blood threads in his overworked eyes. "For the appointment in the afternoon, help me push it a little. I'm a little tired."

Ji Ziming leaned back on the boss's chair tired when the secretary left.

Looking at his cell phone, he was a little dazed.

The first thing he thought of was Peggy. He didn't know whether this strange hunch was due to the safety of his wife.

Is that it?

Ji Ziming rubbed his cell phone and dialed it.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off. Sorry, you..."

Shut down? Ji Ziming's heart is tight. Is it true that his hunch has come true?

Ji Ziming frowned and dialed Peige's office phone.

"Hello, Mr. Ji? The financial officer is in a meeting. Yes, the mobile phone is turned off. OK, nothing has happened. Don't worry. I'll inform you if there is a problem. OK, bye."

Ji Ziming hung up the phone and found that the shirt behind him was soaked.

A false alarm... Ji Ziming shook his head. It seems that he is too tired to react so strongly. Is he too sensitive?

Except for peiran, is that them?

The three children... Ji Ziming dialed the phone again.

"Well, don't worry, Mr. Ji. The child is preparing for lunch break. I didn't find anything wrong."

"The child's condition is very stable. We didn't allow her to do any vigorous exercise and eat well. She seems to be in a good mood today and has painted a lot of pictures."

"Dad Jichi, you finally called! Ah? No, Jichi didn't do much. He fooled the children of several families and gave Jichi the apple sent to them today. This is the eighth time this month to deceive Apple..."

Ji Ziming was stunned, and the corners of his mouth unknowingly brought a smile. As soon as the teacher there complained, Ji Chi's strange appearance appeared in his boy. The child's temperament was not bad, but when his clever strength was bad, it made people feel headache.

"Hey, look, the child is coming. Tell your father if you robbed the apple from the four children's mobile phones!"

"That's for mom and Dad, brother an and ran ran!"

"That's what the teacher gave to the four children!" You can feel the teacher's black line across the receiver.

"Why grab it?"

"They didn't rob me, they gave it to me!"

"You child, still cunning..."

Ji Ziming listened to Ji Chi's unjustifiable reasoning with the teacher one by one. Somehow, he felt a little more happy as a parent. He smiled and said "please trouble the teacher" and hung up the phone.

The sun shines from the French window. Ji Ziming puts down his mobile phone. The temperature sweeps from his hand to his neck, like a lover's caress. Ji Ziming feels a little drunk.

In the hazy, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and Ji Ziming was surprised.

On the other side of the phone was a female voice with a hoarse voice: "Mr. Ji Ziming, come here quickly. Your mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhang Manhua, has an accident."

Ji Ziming's ear seemed to explode like a string of thunder on the ground.

He knew why his heart was palpitating.