Imposter

The fastest time Jiang Luo and Ji Beiqin met was about a week. Ji Beiqin usually picked him up from school on Friday, spent Saturday with him, and went on a business trip until the next week on Sunday.

But in the past two days, Jiang Luo found that he came a little too frequently.

Luo Qu moved the fourth big box into the door. Inside were Ji BeiQin's daily reference books and some clothes that he would use right away. All of them were categorized and pasted with label strips.

Sweat dripped from his forehead: "Mr. Jiang, it may take up half of the closet and move your things."

Hanging all the clothes in the wardrobe of the master bedroom is Ji Beiqin's original words.

Jiang Luo was a little surprised at his familiarity and hands-on with that pile of things, but after all, they were personal clothes, so he didn't think it was necessary to bother Luo Qu: "Leave me alone."

It's only 8 o'clock, he just came back from the research room, and he still has a whole night to kill.While tidying up Ji Beiqin's things, watching a TV series and eating some potato chips, Jiang Luo's plan is like this.

Luo Qu was slightly stunned: "Then trouble you."

I have to say that the other party is a good assistant. Labels of various colors are pasted on the outside of different sealed bags. If it is work-related materials, Jiang Luo will directly put them in the box on the side and leave them alone, only packing clothes and daily necessities. Into the master bedroom.

He tidied up half of the boxes, and the three boxes came to the bottom, and his eyes were attracted by a label with a strange color.

The small pink label is very eye-catching, and the words written on it are: medical records.

The translucent file folder was neatly wrapped with white thread, and a small knot was tied at the end, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time.

Jiang Luo froze for a second, then put the things into the pile of books with the documents.

The medical records are very personal. Even though he and Ji Beiqin have such a close relationship, Jiang Luo still feels that they are overstepping.

In the end, Jiang Luo moved the large stack of documents into the study and put them on the desk. He arranged them roughly according to the classification of work and personal, and took the door out after tidying up.

He thought that Ji Beiqin would send these things over tomorrow, but he didn't expect that Ji Beiqin would return home after 11 o'clock in the evening.

The man seemed to be tired after getting off the plane for a long time, and there were still a few bloodshot eyes at the end of his eyes. He simply took a shower when he came back, hugged Jiang Luo and fell asleep without disturbing him.

On the contrary, Jiang Luo was a little uncomfortable.

The room was dimly lit, and he looked at the man in front of him in the dark, slowly stroking that extremely handsome face with his fingers.

Ji Beiqin's eye tails are very long, and the sharp single eyelid always looks a bit deep, and his nose is high, giving him a sharp side profile.

Handsome and aggressive.

The body holding him is very strong, the body of the soldier is strong and perfect, Ji Beiqin has always maintained the habits of the army, such as ordering things, such as cooking, such as doing things ruthlessly.

Jiang Luo was an accident.

This beautiful boy was not what he should have been in the trajectory of his life, but he forcibly brought him here.

Originally, he only wanted to get and possess, and he didn't think too far, but now he was inexplicably reluctant to let go.

Jiang Luo is sensitive.

He felt that Ji Beiqin had never been so abnormal before.

In the past three years together, Jiang Luo had many suitors, especially when the relationship between the two was not so publicized at the beginning, Nantah University posted confession posts every now and then, and some coffee shops that Jiang Luo frequented were handed over. Letter, pretend to meet by chance.

Ji Beiqin even met Ji Beiqin at the door of his house once, but he was never nervous.

This person seemed to be holding him in the palm of his hand, at most he was tossing a little harder on the bed to make him say a few nasty words, never like this before, he cared more and more each time.

Is it just because he got closer to Wei Ziming before?

Ji Beiqin hugged the soft Jiang Luo and slept well all night, and the next morning he was naturally in high spirits, so Jiang Luo was inevitably 10 minutes late.

He has always been a good student. Except for the three months after the car accident, he was unable to attend classes in the four years of college. During the rest of the time, he even took elective courses on time. Even if he was a postgraduate project team, he felt sorry for being 10 minutes late.

After punching in, Jiang Luo wanted to apologize, but found that there was no one in the research room, only a few people sitting in twos and threes who were taking off their coats and turning on their phones. It seemed that they had only arrived for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry." Before the words could be uttered, a slightly fat man waved at him honestly: "Xiao Jiang, did you not watch the group?"

Jiang Luo let out a "huh" and took out his phone belatedly.Of course he didn't read it, and he didn't have time to read it in the morning.

"I don't know which Hades from SLK came up with the check-in access control, but now it's cancelled, and we don't need to check-in to get to and from get off work."

Jiang Luo was a little taken aback, Wei Ziming walked up to him and handed him a cup of warm milk: "Didn't you have breakfast, you're in a hurry."

Jiang Luo didn't answer, Wei Ziming smiled: "Just now in the tea room, Xiao Chen specially made it hot for you. Everyone is rushing to care about your breakfast, and it's not my turn."

Jiang Luo said "Oh", took a sip of the milk, and thanked her.

When he was drinking milk, Wei Ziming sat beside him, staring at the milk stains at the corner of his mouth and a deliberate red mark on his neck, and teased, "Ji Beiqin did this check-in, right?"

Jiang Luo choked on a mouthful of milk.

"You think too much."

He knew Ji Beiqin very well, such trivial matters could not be the other party's style, and the temporary expulsion of the entire research team seemed like something he would do.

"No, he fears me."

Wei Ziming's expression was unremarkable: "In the morning, Luo Qu contacted Professor Jiang's assistant manager, saying that the research team doesn't need to clock in. Who do you think can command Luo Qu in SLK? It's still at 9:[-] in the morning."

Jiang Luo's pupils dilated slightly, but he didn't speak.

After Wei Ziming finished speaking, he didn't talk any more. Jiang Luo turned on the computer and started to do calculations on the projects he was assigned. After a while, he asked, "What do you have to make him afraid?"

Wei Ziming: "You have to ask him."

SLK headquarters.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Luo Qu told the two secretaries, facing the lunch that had been reheated for the third time and the vegetable leaves were a little yellow, "Throw it away, and order a new one."

The small sign on the front of the clothes of the two female secretaries read SLK Senior Administrative Secretary. They didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly took out Ji Beiqin's lunch set, and then ordered a new order of the same abalone rice with honey sauce.

Ji Beiqin came into the office after the phone call, followed by two branch managers and a man in a long black trench coat.He waved his hand, and the two white-faced managers left quickly.

Wen Shuo sat on the small sofa. He and Ji Beiqin had known each other for many years, and there was nothing to be concerned about: "What are you going to do?"

Ji Beiqin's expression was not pretty.

Luo Qu glanced at his face, and knew that the meeting just now must not have gone well, and he might have lost his temper.

He skillfully took the door and went out.

Wen Shuo glanced at the closed door, and said, "Yu Chen's cooperation, if you don't marry Yu Yiyi, they won't give it to you."

There was a "chi" next to him, Wen Shuo said, "..."

"Tsk, what are you stubborn about? They don't sell technology or things. To put it bluntly, they sell contacts in Beijing. Without the help of people above, this business can't get the railway market at all. But once the contacts are given to you, the surname Yu Where can I get a handle on SLK?"

Wen Shuo raised his eyebrows: "I gave you the preliminary research a long time ago, and Yu Yiyi celebrated her birthday a while ago, so that's what he meant by calling you to go, what about you?"

"Every day the company can't find anyone at home, Luo Qu said you went home, how the hell do you have a home?"

There was a moment of silence in the monotonous office.

Wen Shuo's expression changed, he was a bit speechless, but the two of them knew each other well, so there was nothing to apologize for, so he just coughed:

"What I mean is that you are not the only one in the Ji family. Ji Huaitian hasn't raised anyone yet. If he really takes the lead in this way, you will be in trouble."

There was a trace of gloom in Ji Beiqin's eyes, Wen Shuo changed his words again: "I'm not in love with a little boy, is it okay?"

Ji Beiqin glared at him, threw the unsigned contract on the table, and said in a bad tone, "This is not something that can be solved by getting married. It is impossible for Yu Zhongtian to have only one daughter."

This kind of deep-rooted family, the last three generations have no worries about food and drink, so it is impossible to cut off the incense, and Ji Beiqin would not hesitate to laugh at such things as marrying a girl from another family and taking other people's family property.

"Even if there is, it's an illegitimate child, and it won't be on the stage. Besides, didn't you say you didn't have a son before and you adopted an adopted son, and the older one has been tossing around for a long time and there is no news."

Wen Shuo glanced at his watch, and decided to hit the nail on the head: "You've been playing Jiang Luo for three years, isn't that enough? Hurry up and let it out to benefit everyone, let's get together and break up."

Ji Beiqin didn't speak, Wen Shuo knew that he was still undecided, so he didn't waste his words anymore, rolled up the few packets of top-quality Maofeng that had just been delivered on the coffee table, and went out.

When Luo Qu went in after eight o'clock in the evening, the box of abalone rice delivered the second time was still on the table, without even opening the lid.

The person at the table hadn't eaten all day, and he buried his head in reading the report. He stood for a while and asked, "Mr. Ji, are you going home tonight?"

He used to call Jiangluo's apartment Huaishui Road, but he didn't realize it when he was driving last week, so he just said something and went home, and found that Ji Beiqin's face was very good.

He is used to observing words and expressions.

Since then, it has been exploiting loopholes.

Luo Qu got used to these days, Ji Beiqin would go back on time every night, and wanted to call the driver when he asked, but there was a low voice from the desk,

"Stay in the company, you sort out all Yuchen's information."

The mountains of Nancheng always seem to be far away in the sky at night. The winding road passes through the night of the two urban areas in the east and west, and a light slowly lights up in a dark window.

Ji Beiqin didn't come back, and Jiang Luo's message also disappeared.

He wrapped a table of cold dishes with plastic wrap, put them in the refrigerator, heated up a piece of instant sandwich toast, cut off the side and took a bite of the soft middle, and then sent a message to Ji Beiqin.

Jiang Luo: If I hadn’t said that I wouldn’t come back, I’m already hungry.

Jiang Luo: Look at [picture]

In the photo is a toast that has been bitten, with a little bit of cheese brushed on the golden edge, and a few slices of bacon and lettuce leaves inside show the casual packaging.

Ji Beiqin hated these fast food things the most, and looked down on anything that was turned in the microwave or boiled in water, but Jiang Luo liked it very much.

When we first got together, Jiang Luo carried his small warehouse of instant noodles and various snacks into the kitchen cabinet, but the next day, Ji Bei and Qin Lian took the food and threw it out of the cabinet, the young master almost cried out of anger .

Ji Beiqin didn't try to coax anyone, so he frowned.

In the end, he cooks honestly for half a month, changing patterns every day, until Jiang Luo is full, and agrees with his theory of not eating junk food by the way.

Jiang Luo knew that he liked to eat freshly cooked dishes, so he slowly learned a lot of dishes.

He bit the toast in his mouth, stared at the WeChat screen, lying on the lid of the microwave oven which was still warm, the tips of his black hair were shining brightly under the moonlight.

If Ji Beiqin saw the picture, he would frown first.

If you are busy, you may reply to the message to educate him, if you are not busy, you may call him and say in a heavy tone: Don't eat these, it is not good for your health.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and waited.

But by the time his toast was digested in his stomach, the night was dark, and the phone didn't move at all.