Imposter

When Jiang Luo woke up, he had arrived in the capital as Li Jian had promised.

The green leaves on the side of the road were unsatisfactory. After all, it was the north. Jiang Luo glanced at the scenery outside the window, and turned his head indifferently.

Li Jian parked the car at the door of the hotel that Jiang Luo told him, because the two of them only had one ID card, so Li Jian had no choice but to open the room.

Jiang Luo transferred [-] yuan to the little driver on WeChat, and booked two rooms for four nights. Li Jian went in and paid the money quickly to open the room. When he got into the elevator with his room card, Jiang Luo followed.

"You are quite familiar with WeChat."

Jiang Luo made a joke, and Li Jian's face froze for a moment.

Since he had already come behind Ji Beiqin's back, of course he planned to surprise others, so Jiang Luo sent a WeChat message first.

Lolo: What are you doing?

Luo Luo: Show me quickly, are you really in the capital?

Luo Luo: You won't be sneaking around somewhere, right?

Jiang Luo had posted this kind of post checking before, but they were all jokes. Ji Beiqin always just took it for fun and didn't think too much about it.

Ji Beiqin: [Positioning. Shangjing Luyu. No. 4782]

He sent a location and hurriedly put away his phone.

This is a villa area of ​​Ji's family in the suburbs of Beijing. It is a townhouse purchased as a real estate investment. Jiang Luo also knows that there is nothing to hide.

The old lady Ji sat in the main seat in the living room, and Yu Zhongtian and his wife sat next to him. Ji Beiqin glanced over and felt that he was a little thinner than at the last birthday party.

"I heard that Mr. Yu intends to pursue industrial development." The old lady smiled and said, "I also heard from Xiao Qin."

Yu Zhongtian smiled, propping his knee with one hand: "Yeah, I still want to keep some real family property."

The old lady Ji nodded, counting her as an elder, her words naturally carry weight: "That's just right, I've heard about other things, I'm old, I hope that Xiao Qin will start a family and start a business, and I will leave everything to him .”

Hearing this, Yu Zhongtian gently shook the hands on his knees, and the hem of his trousers wrinkled twice.

As far as this marriage of wealthy families is concerned, it seems that they have surpassed Ji's family, but after all, Yu Yiyi is a girl in her 20s, and Yu Zhongtian also has an abacus in mind, and the dial jingle.

Now that the elders have given this guarantee, he feels relieved at once.

Madam Yu, who was sitting next to her, quickly smiled and said, "Yiyi is still ignorant. She thinks about other things every day, and she doesn't look like she is in the capital. With her grandma's protection, she doesn't go home every day, and she didn't see anyone today."

Yu Zhongtian was more direct: "How about this, bring Yiyi here tomorrow night. You can just be a witness, our two families will be engaged verbally first, so that I can talk about business with Xiao Qin, and it will be considerate."

These words were already an explicit statement, and it was the result Ji Beiqin wanted.

Whether it's the Ji family or the contract.

But he suddenly felt an unreal sense of delusion.

The old lady smiled and said yes, Yu Zhongtian looked at Ji Beiqin who had been sitting beside him with a calm face, and said good-bye: "Mr. Ji, what do you think?"

The living room suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound.

Wen Shuo glanced at Ji Beiqin's suddenly dazed expression, and quickly patted it with one hand.

Ji Beiqin's eyes were pale, and he said "um", ending the expected conversation.

After everyone was sent away, the old lady went back to her room to read scriptures and meditate. Wen Shuo lit a cigarette and followed Ji Beiqin's room. As soon as the door opened, he was met with a cold and stern glance.

"Go out and smoke."

"Hiss... Let me tell you what kind of habit you have. I smoke when I go to school. I haven't seen you care so much before."

Unwillingly, Wen Shuo pinched his cigarette, and glanced at him: "As people grow older, they become more and more precious."

Ji Beiqin poured half a glass of wine and sat on the sofa.

He didn't know when he developed the habit of not being able to smell the smell of smoke. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be after he was with Jiang Luo.

Because the young master didn't like the smell of smoke, he would pinch his nose when he smelled it when he went out to eat, so he changed the people around him to non-smokers.

Except for Wen Shuo, who can't be replaced by a small family, everyone else is not smoking or drinking, so he rarely smells on his body when he returns home, so Jiang Luo is very happy to stick to him and hug him.

"What were you thinking about?"

Wen Shuo looked at him, that dazed one really didn't look like Ji Beiqin's style, asking himself to print out the contract on the spot and sign it by everyone was Ji Beiqin's style of doing things.

"It's nothing."

Ji Beiqin denied it expressionlessly.

But he knew in his heart that he thought of Jiang Luo just now.

Thinking of the few messages the other party sent him, thinking of the way the other party was holding the phone.

After all, this matter is not an impenetrable wall, if Jiang Luo really finds out...

He couldn't figure out why he was so timid and couldn't let go of the most common marriages and Tai Chi.

"You won't regret it, will you?"

Wen Shuo hit with one blow, Ji Beiqin directly closed the door and drove him out.

Back in the semi-dark room, Ji Beiqin didn't take off his suit, and touched his phone first, intending to send a message to Jiang Luo, but there was a "buzz".

There is an extra WeChat message on the screen.

Lolo: [picture] Lolo: Hey, where do you think I am?

Ji Beiqin's eyes darkened.

Jiang Luo didn't even count as a question.

It can't be counted as guessing.

After all, Shangjing FourSeason was clearly and clearly written on the room card, and even the room number on the 23rd floor was clearly written.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, there was no traffic on the outer ring road, so Ji Beiqin drove by himself and went straight to the parking lot.

He felt simply sick.

So painstakingly trying to hide from this person, in order not to let him follow, and let Luo Qu take away his passport and identity card.

Now knowing that Jiang Luo is three kilometers away from him, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he wanted to hug Jiang Luo in his arms and hold him firmly in his hands with an almost paranoid urgency.

The door opened.

Jiang Luo had already finished taking a shower, and poked his head out of it a little embarrassedly.

He was afraid that Ji Beiqin would say that he was too naive, and that any kind of surprises like this were child's play.

"Cough, old Ji..."

But he didn't expect that before he could say a word, he was picked up by the person who came in the door with his buttocks in his arms, and he directly pressed against the wall.

The door was ajar.

The eager and crazy kisses fell like raindrops, Jiang Luo didn't even have time to react, Ji Beiqin had pulled off his pajama pants at some point.

He had never seen Ji Beiqin so anxious, as eager as a teenage boy who had just tasted love, without any rules or skills, just the most eager possession.

After doing it twice, Ji Beiqin finally gave up for the time being, hugged him after taking a shower, and went to bed to sleep.

With Jiang Luo in his arms, apart from his body, it was also rare to have such a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It was rare for him to see Ji Beiqin so out of control because of him, and he never thought that the other party would miss him no less than himself, happily rubbing the tip of his nose non-stop.

And he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes the next morning, Ji Beiqin was still there and hadn't left.

Seeing that he woke up, the man quickly pressed him over, Jiang Luo was so frightened that he shrank his butt and begged for mercy: "Old Ji, you can't be so cruel..."

Ji Beiqin stared at him, and pulled him back helplessly: "I won't do it."

Only then did Jiang Luo calm down.

"Then what are you... doing?"

Ji Beiqin looked at him, his eyes had regained their clarity, and he was not as distracted as he was last night.

He did get a little over the top last night.

Maybe it was because he was thinking too much, worrying too much, he just wanted to confirm that Jiang Luo was still his, and he didn't think about anything carefully, only the most primitive impulse.

Now that I regained my sanity early in the morning, I began to feel that something was wrong.

"I have your passport and ID card here."

Ji Beiqin: "How did you get here?"

Hearing this, Jiang Luo pinched his hard abs annoyedly: "Then don't tell me, Xiaodong drove me here for more than seven hours, and went to catch up on sleep as soon as I arrived yesterday."

"Little Dong?"

Ji Beiqin frowned like a ditch.

Who is this?