Chapter 181

"I'm not interested in torturing you or hating you. I just found a woman who makes me happy." Jijing an chuckled, but every inch of the radian of Jun's face showed a biting coolness, "she is kinder and cleaner than you."

Yeyufan is kind, she admits.

But clean?!

Only ha ha!

Mo Yurou looked up, her hazy tears stuck to jijing'an, but her beautiful face was gradually as pale as frost. She tried her best to suppress her jealousy and anger, finally controlled her trembling body, smiled slightly, and spit out soft words in her full lips, "Jing'an, Congratulations! You've been alone for so many years. I'm very happy to finally have a woman you can accept to accompany you and take care of you."

Really happy, fake happy, jijing'an doesn't care.

He only glanced at her lightly and pointed to the mouth. His eyebrows were covered with cold, "this is not the place you should come. Hurry up."

Every time we meet, we always break up unhappily.

Maybe he was used to his indifference. At that time, Mo Yurou's face was relaxed and calm. Staring at his cold side face, he suddenly smiled and said, "Jing'an, I'll go first! Believe it or not, you are the only man I love in my heart in this life."

Once she got the infinite love and sincerity of this best man, how could she see those crooked melons and cracked dates that are not as good as him?

Women who are used to eating expensive shark fin abalone will never be able to eat coarse cereals.

Jijing'an didn't even frown when he heard the speech, but asked coldly, "what's Jibai politics?"

"He, i... that's all forced. Jing'an, you believe me!"

"Does he force you every time?"

Listening to Mo Yurou's soft and elegant voice even though she was angry, Ji Jing'an gradually became bored, smoked the last cigarette, turned and left quickly.

Before entering the meeting room, there was a dressing room outside. When the man swiped his ID card, it was empty. There was only a large mirror more than one person high, which was correctly inlaid in the snow-white wall.

His slender fingers pulled off his black suit wearily and threw it into the white trash can at the corner without hesitation.

Looking up, he leaned his heavy body against the corner and hung a hand next to his trouser pocket. He clenched it into a fist. On the back of his white hand, there were cyan tendons, which were protruding at all. His handsome face had no expression. It was solemn and calm. In his deep cold eyes, there was an indescribable coldness.

With a clean packing bag in his hand, Fang Tong hurriedly pushed the door and swiped his card and went in. Looking at Ji Jingan, who was unusually white and ugly, he was startled and asked with concern, "Mr. Ji, are you... Are you okay?"

"Give me the clothes." Ji Jing'an shook his head slowly, glanced at the black suit that fell in the trash can, especially the one touched by Mo Yurou. His vision became colder and colder, and ordered in a low voice, "get rid of it, immediately, immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

Fang Tong didn't know where to go, but he obeyed the orders of the big boss unconditionally.

He respectfully handed the clothes in the bag to Ji Jingan, went to the corner of the wall, bent down and picked up the expensive coat, stuffed it into the bag, turned and hurried to the door.

In March of country m, the climate is similar to that of Tongcheng in autumn, which is not too cold.

The room was fully heated, as if it were a beautiful spring, but jijing'an was cold all over.

Until he wore the same color suit taken from the top and buttoned the only button, and could not smell any breath about Mo Yurou, the man raised his head, stared at the white ceiling above his head and took a deep breath.

Dirty clothes can be changed at any time, but if the dirty body needs to be changed?

This almost morbid obsession with cleanliness is actually that he is mentally ill and seriously ill.

Once completely held a heart to a woman, in exchange for ruthless betrayal and extreme shame!

It led him to stop trusting any woman for the rest of his life.

The silly woman who is staying in the apartment is the only accident in her life.

Ye Yufan, never betray me, otherwise

Ji Jing'an suddenly opened his cold eyes. In a certain part of his body, he could vaguely feel the sharp pain of being betrayed and hurt to the whole body.

Heart spasm tingled, and his handsome face was as cold as frost and snow.

Until the end of the ten hour meeting the next day, jijing'an's facial features were still cold.

Take the elevator and walk into the presidential suite. With his heavy body, he leaned coldly on the sofa. Fang Tong brought a cup of green tea and took it in his hand. He narrowed his cold black eyes, "how can Mo Yurou know I'm here?"

"Mr. Ji, I didn't reveal it." Fang Tong's face turned white with fear and quietly explained, "you come to country m, Tongcheng knows a lot of people, but if you can poke the specific address to Miss Mo, it can only be the people of the family. The possibility of detaining the old man is the greatest, and the brother who the old man just came back..."

Is Ji Baizheng beginning to get mixed up?

Ji Jing'an put down the teacup heavily and stopped talking. His thin lips tightened slightly and suddenly lifted up. The radian of his mouth was full of coolness.

If you can let that shameless animal live and die once, you can let him die a second time.

Due to Mo Yurou's episode, after flying back to Tongcheng, Ji Jingan's face still didn't get better.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the man stood upright in the bustling airport hall with a cold face, looking around for a woman who came to pick up the plane.

Yeyufan ran panting and wheezing. He just entered the waiting circle and raised his eyes. In front of him was the man's expressionless face.

It's better to come early than coincidentally!

As soon as she ran in, he came to her. He was standing tall and perfectly proportioned. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he was proud and elegant. He was so good-looking that he almost killed her.

A little closer, ye Yufan feels his cold and cool man smell all over him. It smells good!

Even his chin, which has always been cold, fierce and resolute, somehow feels much more pleasing to the eye.

Ye Yufan thought that she probably didn't see him for a long time. Across the distant Pacific Ocean, the space narrowed the distance between them, and she would think how he looked, how perfect, how charming.

"Let's go and get down to business first."

Ji Jingan naturally took her tender hand and walked outside the airport.

He lowered his eyes, wrapped his big palm around her little hand, smiled softly, held him tightly with his backhand, clasped his fingers, and followed him into the back seat of black Maybach.

In the closed small space, smelling his cool breath, the heartbeat of yeyufan jumped so suddenly.