Chapter 180

The corridors of five-star hotels are paved with expensive Persian carpets, and the walls on both sides are pasted with high-quality ceramic tiles. The light can be seen, which can almost be used as a mirror to clearly illuminate the subtle expression of the people walking.

Ji Jing'an looked at the beautiful woman coming towards him from a distance. Mo frowned and soon recovered his calm. He reached out and pressed the button at the elevator door, staring at the flashing and jumping red indicator light. The numbers increased layer by layer, his slender finger lazily sandwiched a cigarette, and his other hand held the mobile phone. His face was very cold.

Mo Yurou had stood behind the man and couldn't help holding her breath. She didn't even have the courage to call him. She just stared greedily at his tall and cold back for a moment.

For fear that in the blink of an eye, he would disappear and disappear quietly from his eyes.

On the 28th floor, the elevator opened.

Jijing'an walked with long legs, a black suit that showed the man's sharp momentum, wrapped his cold body tightly, and the hem of the jacket with crisp fabric spun a sharp arc with his rapid action.

But when the whole person just stepped into the elevator, his powerful arm was slowly pulled by the woman who immediately chased into the elevator. He only pulled it once. Before his anger surged up, he immediately released his hand.

The nose nose smells a bunch of scent, which is different from that of the night, which is elegant and comfortable. It contains a slightly flavour of the nose, and the Jingan is tightly shrinking, but sipping thin lips.

If he didn't hurry to attend the transnational Summit on the first floor, he would leave here immediately and choose to take the next elevator.

Behind him was Qingrou and some urgent female voice, "Jing An... What do you want me to do before you are willing to forgive me?"

Forgive her?!

Those dead brothers, living lives, should they die?

Jijing an chuckled coldly. He was cold and motionless. He stood in place as if he had taken root. It seemed as if he hadn't heard Mo Yurou's words.

The elevator stopped on the 10th floor, and a group of people came down the stairs. One of them also came from Tongcheng to attend the meeting. He recognized Ji Jingan. His eyes lit up and his face showed a happy face. He stretched out his hand. "Mr. Ji, I've heard your name for a long time. I didn't expect you to really come here. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, president Fang of Hengjin group!" Ji Jing'an turned slowly, raised his hand expressionless, shook hands with the other party for a few seconds, and immediately let go of his hand.

President Fang saw the beautiful woman standing on one side with her eyes tightly wrapped around Ji Jing'an, and had a subtle sense of fellow people. He laughed and said, "it's worthy of being president Ji. If you attend such a major meeting, you can draw out your family to accompany a good woman. It's high, it's really high!"

"President Fang made a mistake. I don't know this lady well."

In the middle of the elevator, a handsome man with a big palm holding a mobile phone at will has a cold and frosty face and expressionless eyes. In his cold black eyes, he can't see any sadness or joy and is calm.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the elevator was silent, and even their breathing slowed down a lot.

Mo Yurou, in particular, turned pale when he was hit. His slender body trembled and looked shaky and weak.

Misty eyes, half wronged and half unwilling to gently call, "Jing An... We have known each other since childhood. I was your fiancee. How can I not know each other?"

She and him, except that his body was not run through by him in the end, they kissed and stroked each other when they were in love, which had been done six years ago.

President Fang stared wide, surprised and hit the ghost on his face.

It has long been known that the president of Jindi group is cruel and ruthless. He works only based on his mood. People who mix in Tongcheng business district almost mention him and feel frightened, like walking on thin ice.

Unexpectedly, in private, it is cruel to such a beautiful fiancee.

It's horrible!

It seems that I know some kind of secret of Jizong

For a moment, the atmosphere in the elevator was awkward and stiff.

However, general manager Fang was used to the big scene, depressed his amazement, and hurriedly glanced at the beautiful woman with a pale face. He stopped looking at it more and talked with Ji Jing'an with a smile. Naturally, he focused on the cross international cooperation project to be launched soon.

Ji Jingan answered a few times, his voice was low and cold, his narrow eyes closed coldly and opened coldly, and he was haunted with a sense of indifference and alienation.

Seeing this, Mr. Fang was very good at it. He immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Ding Dong.

The elevator finally reached the first floor, the door suddenly opened, and a group of people waited for Ji Jingan to leave first.

The man's slender fingers gently pressed on the center of his eyebrows. His eyebrows and eyes were faint. He opened his long legs and walked out of the elevator. He walked forward along a long corridor with slow steps.

Sweeping to the end of the conference room, he didn't go in, but turned a corner, stood in the empty smoking room, pressed his long finger on his mobile phone and called Fang Tong in the presidential suite, "I'm on the first floor. My suit is dirty. Get a clean one right away."

The clear sound of high heels stepping on the marble finally stopped knocking with his words.

Mo Yurou endured the surging bitterness of her heart and looked up at the indifferent man standing with her back to her, with persistent infatuation in her eyes.

After living for 29 years, he was the only man in her heart.

For so many years, so many days piled up every minute. Love and hate were intertwined. They had long been immersed in every inch of her nerve and bone marrow. They could not escape or leave.

For more than six years, I had a good meeting with him. It was the last time I tried to cut my wrist and committed suicide. I had a quarrel in the municipal hospital. I had to meet him before I was willing to give blood transfusion treatment. Gu Sijia was unwilling to bear the responsibility of the hospital in case of her death, so she had to call jijing'an in her heart.

People came, but her attitude, cold and amorous, almost made her collapse and cry.

I believe this man can drive her crazy at last.

"Jing'an, aren't you afraid that I will deal with Miss ye if you treat me so coldly?" Mo Yurou's beautiful face floated a self mocking smile. His voice was soft and pleasant, but the light in his eyes was cold.

No matter how much she hypnotized herself, she always realized sadly that this time, Ji Jing'an had really moved her heart to ye Yufan.

Even deeper than she was then.

But what did the man do to her? Whenever he saw him, his heart was still happy for him, but what about him?

Now he wants to spoil the woman with all his strength, not her anymore.

Jijing'an finally opened his mouth and put his hand in his trouser pocket. He was relaxed, but his tone was cool. "It's none of her business. Even without her, it's no longer possible between you and me."

"Jing'an, do you have to hate me like this?" Mo Yurou's sharp nails in her fingers fell deeply into the palm of her hand, and her beautiful face with a forced smile was rippling with uncontrollable cold.