Chapter 59

After Ke Hanqing handled the three men's affairs, he made a special trip to Ji zhanrui's office.

According to Ji zhanrui's previous orders, Ke Hanqing sent them to the police station on the ground that they took advantage of the opportunity to steal business secrets, hijacked high-level personnel on the way, and had a fight with the security department after they were found. Of course, he had managed all the relations in advance.

"Do you want to talk to me?" Ke Hanqing is afraid to be heard by two women in the lounge, and wants Ji zhanrui to propose.

"How's it going?" Ji zhanrui is obviously ungrateful. He is still in his anger and his blood is cold.

"All the managers are angry, but they are happy to get rid of everything." Sitting opposite Ji zhanrui, Ke Hanqing takes out a piece of A4 paper from the printer and plays with it.

"Is there any news from Lu Yuntao?" Ji zhanrui nodded. He had considered this in advance.

"He swallowed all the stocks we had deliberately thrown out before." Ke Hanqing was playing with a pen in his hand. As the rotation speed became faster and faster, his words became slower and slower.

"And today?" Ji zhanrui took the piece of paper in Ke Hanqing's hand, and there was only one line on it - except for me, who do you think can keep quiet about the boss's private news?

"There's no movement yet." The pen in Ke Hanqing's hand was picked up by Ji zhanrui, who quickly wrote two words - ink pool.

"Since he doesn't do it, don't let the holding team worry so much." Then Ji zhanrui wrote another sentence - not Lu Yuntao.

Naturally, Lu Yuntao didn't do it. With his mind, he sent Fang Mengru the flowers a few days ago, which can completely add to the confusion. On the one hand, it has a greater impact on the j era, and on the other hand, it can better eliminate his suspicion.

In addition, Ji zhanrui still remembers Lu Yuntao's eyes when he talked to Fang Mengru at the dance. In retrospect, it's definitely not as simple as it seems. He may be very interested in Fang Mengru.

The two soon fell silent. It was obvious that the bottom of their hearts were analyzing who else Lu Yuntao would have.

Leng MOJIN is locked in his room, and his mobile phone and computer are taken out by Tian Fu. He is like a restless lion, wandering in his room, but he can't calm down.

Looking at the passage of time, Leng MOJIN's patience is completely consumed. Looking at the shining glass, he suddenly remembers that Fang Mengru once jumped down from the second floor in order to leave Ji zhanrui.

It doesn't make sense that she can be a woman, but he can't. what's more, he's worried to death now. He doesn't know what happened to Fang Mengru. What should he do in case of being made difficult by reporters?

A lot of things can't stand thinking. The more you think, the more anxious you are. The more anxious you are, the easier you are to think.

Therefore, when Tian Fu Hei comforts Ji ting in his study, Leng Mo Jin is opening the door of the balcony.

"Master, why do you close master MOJIN and make him resent you?" Tian Fu Hei talked for more than half an hour, a little tired, but still insisted.

"As soon as he goes, the reporters will make trouble. It's hard to guarantee that he won't tell the story of that year." Ji Ting sighs helplessly. He leans back on his seat and looks at the bright sunshine outside the window. The feeling of powerlessness in his heart expands wave after wave. Do they think he is not tired of hiding it for so many years?

"Master, the paper can't be stopped. After so many years, don't you really feel tossed?" Tian fuhei knew what Ji Ting thought in his heart. A word made Ji Ting's face move.

"Scandal, bereavement, do you think these children can stand it now?" Ji Ting shakes his head and laughs bitterly. Leng MOJIN's child is just like his father. He is stubborn but gentle. When he identifies a woman, he is desperate.

As they were saying this, Leng MOJIN jumped from the balcony and landed in front of Ji ting and Tian Fu Hei.

"Master MOJIN!" Tian fuhei first reacted and rushed out.

Ji Ting has lived for most of his life. He hasn't seen any big waves. But in his later years, he has to be frightened by several younger generations. By the time he walks to the living room with his crutch, Tian Fu Hei has already brought Lengmo brocade into the door.

"Black uncle, you let me go, let me go!" Leng Mo Jin twisted his body, and there was still some pain in his ankle. I don't know if he hurt his foot when he just jumped down.

"Pa -" Ji Ting walked over and slapped his face. His eyes were full of tears. Only he knew how worried he was when Leng MOJIN jumped down. He could hardly breathe.

"Son of a bitch!" It was the first time that Leng MOJIN saw Ji Ting so angry.

"Grandfather, please let me out. I'm going to find Xiaoru. She must be helpless now." Leng MOJIN knows that Ji Ting loves himself, or he won't lose his identity in front of him. He almost tears, so he kneels down and grabs Ji Ting's hand in both hands to beg him.

"For the sake of a woman, do you want to make my heart cold?" Ji Ting was stunned. He stepped back two steps. Fortunately, Tian Fu had a bright eye and a quick hand to help him.

"Master MOJIN, you can say less!" Tian fuhei regretted that he had just pleaded for him.

"Grandfather, you raised me by yourself. You know my temperament. I told you earlier that you know the importance of Xiaoru to me." Leng MOJIN completely lost his mind. Although he thought about being arrested, he didn't expect that as soon as he jumped off the stairs, the security system in Ji's house would give an alarm. Tian fuhei rushed out for the first time and used a catcher to take him down easily."Lao Chen, take out my whip." Ji Ting was so angry that he trembled all over. He pushed Tian Fu away and yelled at the housekeeper. He was so scared that housekeeper Chen, who came in a hurry, ran back upstairs.

"Fu Hei, take him to the yard for me. I'll deal with him by family law today." Ji Ting goes straight to the gate. He hasn't used a whip to punish the child for many years. Today, he can't help being angry.

"Grandfather!" Leng MOJIN is a little desperate. Qi Qiran calls him.

"Asking for mercy? It's too late Ji Ting steps a meal, sideways looking at the cold ink brocade kneeling on the ground.

"No Leng MOJIN shook his head slowly, took a deep breath, and asked firmly: "after playing, can I find her?"

"All right." Ji Ting's eyes were dark, and his face was cold. He laughed out: "if you still have life."

Tian Fu's black heart is shocked. He worries if Ji Ting really wants to kill Leng MOJIN. He just wants to ask for a favor, but he is shocked by Ji Ting's evil eyes. He has to bind Leng MOJIN's arm and take him to the yard.

The cold air of winter is displayed in the courtyard.

Leng MOJIN's coat was taken off and he was wearing a white shirt. Ji Ting took the whip from housekeeper Chen and waved it in the air. He just heard the sound of the whip tearing the wind to pieces.

"Pa - pa -" the next moment, the clothes on the back of Lengmo brocade were broken and disordered, and the skin was bleeding because of the beating. The blood was stained with the clothes, or coagulated or chilled to the bone, and soon a white shirt was dyed pink.

Even Tian fuhei felt pain, but Leng MOJIN refused to hum. In the huge yard, only Ji Ting's whips and the slight sound of Leng MOJIN's flesh were heard.

"Master MOJIN, just admit your mistake!" Leng MOJIN's face was pale, and his forehead was sweating. Tian Fu Hei couldn't bear it. He comforted Leng MOJIN, but Leng MOJIN was stubborn and ungrateful, so Ji Ting waved his whip more and more loudly.

"Master, don't fight. In this winter, if master MOJIN has a good or bad case, don't you care?" Tian Fu Hei had to persuade Ji ting in turn. Even if he couldn't, he hoped he would show mercy.

"Uncle Hei, don't stop me. As long as my grandfather can help me to find Xiaoru, I'll bear it." Leng MOJIN's voice is intermittent, but he still sticks to his own opinions and is stubborn as a stone.

"When did I say you'll go to her when I'm done?" Ji Ting laughs angrily, with a touch of irony on his lips. The whip in his hand adds gravity again. Unexpectedly, Leng MOJIN suddenly turns back. The whip can't dodge and wave on his face, and a bloodstain appears. Fortunately, it doesn't hurt his eyes.