Imposter

The engagement banquet was held in Lu Yu's villa garden.

Mrs. Ji has been a vegetarian for many years, and it is always inconvenient to go out. In addition, it is only a preliminary meeting, which also involves a lot of business cooperation, so it is not convenient to make a big splash.

The decoration of the back garden is very simple, the event company Wen Shuo found is very low-key, but the band with the emblem and the French chef are expensive at first glance.

On the long table, Yu Zhongtian and Mrs. Yu had already sat down, and Yu Yiyi sat at the end, her face was not very interested.

The same goes for Ji Beiqin, half holding a glass of champagne, with no expression on his face.

Wen Shuo became the active person at the table. He toasted the old lady with two cups of tea, and then greeted the chef and the band.

"It's almost time, let's get started."

Commercial marriages don’t have much human affection to speak of. After a while of pleasantries, Yu Zhongtian cut to the chase: “Now the Ji family’s property, SLK is managed by Mr. Ji, and the charity auction and overseas companies are all managed by Ji Huaitian. I don’t know what will happen in the future. Aren't they all going on like this?"

In terms of industry, SLK, which dominates the southeast, is of course the big one.Its industries range from real estate to the Internet, restaurants and hotels, and film and television entertainment.

As long as it is the southeast coastal land boundary, the large project plots are almost all on the edge of SLK.

Compared with overseas companies, charity auctions are much weaker. They only do accounting, walk around auctions and cultural tourism projects such as art galleries, which are completely inferior to SLK.

Yu Zhongtian's words were very plain, and Mrs. Yu looked at the old lady Ji with a light smile: "Our family has only one baby girl, I know that Ji's family has a big business, and many things are not so convenient, but some things are not so convenient. It has to be settled as soon as possible.”

Ji Beiqin didn't say anything, he drank most of his glass of wine, and things were making progress, but he was inexplicably uninterested and a little upset.

"Beiqin has been in charge of the company for the past few years, and his father and I have seen his performance."

The old lady Ji is obviously very satisfied with this marriage and the future of cooperation with the Yu family. Ji Beiqin can satisfy her, so she naturally thinks that this is the person she likes.

"The internal circular will be sent out as soon as the National Day holiday is over. SLK, including the three foundations of Ji's family, will be handed over to Beiqin."

Under the cool night wind, a flash of understanding flashed in Yu Zhongtian's eyes, Madam Yu smiled like a flower and nodded.

With such a big news, the old lady Ji made a final decision, and Wen Shuo sat beside her, feeling amazed.

After so many years of fighting, it finally came to fruition.

He watched Ji Beiqin live in this cage since he was a child, taking the most schoolwork, going to the most difficult army, and returning home is a business game of intrigue, and if he is not careful, he will be smashed to pieces.

But he finally got it all.

It's just that Wen Shuo looked sideways, but Ji Beiqin's eyes didn't show much surprise and joy.

He sighed a little, this man is too much of a city man, even at such a time he can not show his emotions and anger, sitting like a normal person, just drinking.

He didn't know that Ji Beiqin's eyelids were twitching so much right now.

There is a kind of law, which is called what you are afraid of.It is said to be crooked, but it makes people feel uneasy at such a time.

Halfway through the banquet, the violin of the band slowly fell into a beautiful falling tone.

Perhaps it was because the sound of the music had faded, and a little noisy whispers and sparse applause seemed extraordinarily clear.

At some point there was a red velvet square box on the table. The old lady smiled, her voice drowning out the whispers in the distance: "I'll make it up in the grand future. This is a little gift from me for the children, Bei Qin."

Ji Beiqin stood up, took it and handed it over.

The night that was blocked by tall candlesticks and desktop bonsai finally appeared in his field of vision, as if being pulled by a demon, he turned his head inexplicably.

At the end of the band, a violin pole has just been put away, and a man stands at the elbow with his white shirt dropped.

Ji Beiqin's movements froze instantly.

Jiang Luo was standing at the door.

He seldom heard the sound of his own heartbeat, it was like an orderly and calm lake, any violent storms were submerged at the bottom of the pool, and melted under the calm surface.

Now, it was as if a stone had been slammed down heavily, and the splashed ripples scattered everywhere, becoming embarrassed and confused.

Ten meters away from the long table, the waiter's voice continued in Jiang Luo's ears.

"Mr. Ji has ordered that no guests will be received tonight. I'm really sorry."

The voice at the garden gate was very soft, no matter Jiang Luo's painstaking explanation or the waiter's repeated dissuasion, it was all in vain under the sound of the band.

"The next song is Chopin's Waltz No. 1 op. 18, to celebrate the engagement banquet of Mr. Ji and Ms. Yu."

The slightly jerky Chinese of the French pianist filled the quiet air through the microphone.

That moment.

The noisy whispering finally stopped.

Ji Beiqin felt the empty steps in his heart.

Finally collapsed.

The sound of music slowly sounded through the entire garden through the flower gate wrapped with pink roses. This was the last song of the whole process. The table was so quiet that even the sound of knives, forks and dishes disappeared.

Ji Beiqin stood there in a daze.

Jiang Luo's familiar figure happened to fall into his eyes.

The figure of the person at the door was very thin, and he stood there in a daze, as if he had been trying to communicate with the waiter a second ago, but now he had to work very hard to get his voice back.

Those beautiful eyes were extraordinarily clear in the night, as if they were looking for something, and then slowly stopped turning after seeing Ji Beiqin.

At that moment, Jiang Luoduo wished that he was here and could not see this person.

He could only feel the sound of music in his ears, the symphony of piano and violin, and he couldn't even see how Ji Beiqin came to him, and how he used a very low voice amidst the loud and thick music. The voice said to him:

"Lolo, go back and wait for me."

Jiang Luo didn't move.

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand the whole place, he doesn't understand the people here, he can't even hear the sound of the piano,

Even more incomprehensible to Ji Beiqin's words.

"Are you... engaged?"

Jiang Luo stared at all this in a daze, as if it took a long time to sort out all this, and asked an extremely obvious yet puzzling question.

Ji Beiqin looked at him and said in a low voice, "It's not that you want..."

"Are you engaged to a woman?"

Jiang Luo interrupted him, his light-colored pupils were out of focus.

It was as if there was nothing standing in front of him, and he couldn't see a single person, a table, or a chair.

Ji Beiqin choked up, and the moment he raised his hand, Luo Qu, who was standing beside the band, quickly came to his side.

"Send Luo Luo to my room and stay with him first."

There was finally a trace of clarity in Jiang Luo's ears.

Ji Beiqin didn't deny it, it just admitted it.

He's engaged to a woman, and even if he comes and sees it, he won't stop.

"go?"

The thin and long white T-shirt was blown straight to the back by the wind, Jiang Luo's palms were clenched into a circle, and the middle finger poked a line in the palm of his hand fiercely, leaving a mark.

Luo Qu nodded, and stepped forward to lead Jiang Luo upstairs, but the person standing in front of him did not move.

In fact, Jiang Luo still looked docile and well-behaved, there was not even a trace of embarrassment in his eyes, and his fair and delicate face was so beautiful that it was not like ordinary people.

"go?"

He looked at Ji Beiqin and asked again.

After all, after being together for three years, Jiang Luo felt that he could still hear something from him, just once.

On the long table, a velvet gift box was placed alone in the center. Wen Shuo gasped when he saw the door.

He quickly stood up and handed it over to Ji Beiqin, which relieved the embarrassment.

It's all here, and we can't fall short.

But Ji Beiqin's reaction was too abnormal, and it took a long time to go, so the Yu family at the table couldn't help but turn their heads to look over.

The first person to see Jiang Luo was Yu Yiyi who was sitting outside.She smiled too much before, her face was already stiff, but her eyes turned to the door, and her expression gradually became lively.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes quickly.

Yu Zhongtian also had a hint of surprise on his face, but he was too far away, he was a little presbyopic, and he couldn't see it very clearly.

"Who is this?"

Looking at the old lady inquiringly, Wen Shuo quickly answered, "Friends of President Ji, it doesn't matter."

After speaking, he yelled towards the door like a hypnotist: "Mr. Ji, just wait."

"go?"

Jiang Luo asked the third time.

Ji Beiqin's eyes became darker, he glanced at Jiang Luo, then turned his head to glance at the table banquet that was about to end, and said to Jiang Luo with the utmost gentleness: "Hey, go back and tell you."

Jiang Luo's eyes finally lowered slowly.

Fortunately, the car behind him hadn't left yet, and Li Jian didn't go back to the hotel first, but kept waiting for him, fearing that something might change.

Jiang Luo turned his head and left, and soon there were chasing footsteps behind him, but he could recognize the brisk sound of leather shoes.

It was Luo Qu, not Ji Beiqin.

Ji Beiqin has been in the army for a long time, and he never walks slowly, very neatly and steadily.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Li Jian saw Jiang Luo approaching from a distance, and quickly pressed the unlock button. Jiang Luo got into the passenger seat, his face was almost cold.

Li Jian: "Hey, Brother Luo Luo, I'm afraid that you will go back temporarily or there will be changes, so I want to wait for you for a while."

The result was really right.

"Shall we go back to the hotel? Or do you want supper?"

"Go back to Nancheng."

"..."

Li Jian was startled by these three words, but then he was even more startled by the person in front of him, because Luo Qu in a suit and leather shoes was standing a few meters in front of his car, with his hands outstretched to block the front, as if he was standing in the way.

Ji Beiqin said that he wanted him to accompany Jiang Luo, which meant that this person could not go anywhere and had to stay in his room.

Luo Qu naturally wanted to do so.

Based on his understanding of Jiang Luo in the past few years, this handsome boy has always been very docile and rarely violates Ji Beiqin's wishes.

Li Jian rolled down the car window and shouted, and Luo Qu's voice came in through the glass: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Ji said he wanted you to stay, so I'll take you there."

Jiang Luo: "Go back to Nancheng."

"..."

The road in the villa area is very narrow, with Luo Qu standing in front of him, Li Jian really has nowhere to play: "Brother Luo Luo, how do you get here..."

Luo Qu stood firmly in the front. He followed Ji Beiqin in the army. Although he became a lot less secretary in recent years, he was still sure about a weak young master like Jiang Luo.

"Mr. Jiang, please move."

Luo Qu said again.

Sure enough, the door opened quickly.

Jiang Luo got off the co-pilot, his delicate side face was white and translucent in the night, he slammed the car door with one hand, Luo Qu quickly bowed his head, and made a gesture of please.

But no one came up to him.

When I looked up again, there was another person in the driver's seat, and the sky was as cold as the moonlight.

Luo Qu was slightly taken aback.

In the next second, with almost no gap, Jiang Luo stepped back on the back of the car and walked straight back. The road in front of the villa was only a few tens of meters long, and Jiang Luo was about to retreat to the side wall.

A hint of panic appeared on Luo Qu's face, he shouted involuntarily, and ran forward two steps, but Jiang Luo had already driven onto the lawn in front of the villa.

The sports car was half on the ground, half on the grass, the sound of the accelerator accelerating the engine brought huge friction, and it just rushed straight and fast.

Luo Qu didn't have time to react, so he retreated to the opposite corner.

Surrounded by a howling cool wind, with a bit of biting chill, and the dust of speeding past.

He came back to himself, sweating all over his body.

There are no cars at the end of the road.

Not only him, but Li Jian who was sitting in the co-pilot may not dare to breathe for a long time.

On the brightly lit Outer Ring Road, he held the handle with one hand and looked at Jiang Luo in disbelief.

"Drive, you're back to work."