Imposter

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and the people in the hotel's private room cleared up.

Ji Beiqin handed over a few phone calls to his subordinate manager, loosened his tie, and poured half a glass of Lafite from the decanter.

Wen Shuo sent the slowest members of the Yu family to the door and turned back, with a calm expression on his face: "Have you thought about accepting the marriage?"

He sat down next to Ji Beiqin: "I see that you are very considerate today, and the surname Yu is very useful, and I have given a chance to contact you in the early stage."

Ji Beiqin: "I won't get married."

Wen Shuo: "..."

"Then you have been courteous all this time?"

He looked over puzzled, Ji Beiqin looked half-drunk, but his eyes were very clear, and he even said with a bit of precision: "Just to give them a little bit of sweetness."

He took the whole team to stay overnight in the company for several days before, and he had a thorough understanding of the Yu family.

In the past few years, he has done a lot of things in the name of the capital, and half of the funds in the account may not be able to account for the source.

"It's not that they are unscrupulous in rushing to the shore to start their business." Ji Beiqin's eyes were deep, and his tone was very calm: "SLK is actually a safe haven for them, a big tree covering the sky, as long as I am willing to throw an olive branch, they will naturally Express something."

Wen Shuo was startled: "Are you practicing Tai Chi with Yu Zhongtian?"

"It won't be long."

Ji Beiqin picked up the wine that the waiter had just added: "As long as a few thread ends, I can grab this thread."

In fact, just today, the other party has already given a lot of information, Ji Beiqin is confident to touch it, and he has already made sufficient preparations.

"Then... what about Yu Yiyi?" Wen Shuo raised his eyebrows.

"I looked for her."

Ji Beiqin unbuttoned his cuffs, with a calm expression: "Ming said that I don't plan to get married, and she is quite happy, saying that she has someone she likes. It seems that she was forced by her family."

Ten thousand steps back, even if things really can't be done, he can't accept this kind of marriage.

Speaking of this, Wen Shuo has nothing to persuade.

Ji Beiqin's mother is his godmother, and the two have known each other since childhood. From a friend's point of view, he naturally hopes that Ji Beiqin can have the backing of the Yu family to firmly hold down Ji Huaitian and win SLK.

But obviously Ji Beiqin was not willing.

"Aren't you going to break up with that Jiang Luo?" Wen Shuo opened the window and lit a cigarette.

A gust of cool wind came in, and Ji Beiqin raised his eyebrows, as if he disliked the smell of his smoke, and looked away an inch.

"You didn't tell the kids about this, did you?"

Wen Shuo could see through what he was thinking at a glance, and shook the ashes: "You want to surround Jiang Luo, and you also want to get the surname Yu, so greedy, be careful that you end up with nothing, empty-handed."

Perhaps the window was opened, and the air in the private room suddenly became a little turbulent.

Ji Beiqin stared at him, his eyes became extremely dark, as if a cloud of impetuous dust rolled up inside, a three-point coolness appeared on that calm face.

The rest of the wine in the glass was drank, and the private room was quiet for a long time before a low voice sounded.

Ji Beiqin: "If I wasn't in this position, I would still be empty-handed."

Wen Shuo's face froze and he didn't speak.

If SLK can't be inherited by himself, the Ji family can't let him decide - he, Ji Beiqin, is just an ordinary person, the second generation who relies on pocket money from the family, and even waited for the old man for a hundred years before being kicked out by Ji Huaitian.

It was impossible for Jiang Luo to follow him.

Being able to make choices is actually a good thing, but Ji Beiqin never thought that such a good thing would happen to him.

Once he gave up SLK, without this position, the people around him would just disappear in a hurry.

Ji Beiqin never dared to think that Jiang Luo would follow a self who had nothing, a self who had fallen into peace.

He never dared to think about it.

The night in Nancheng is a little damp and cool.

Luo Qu drove the car, first sent Wen Shuo home, and then there were only two people left in the car, so he asked:

"Mr. Ji, are you going home?"

Ji Beiqin leaned on the back seat, and said "hmm" briskly in his nose.

It feels like a big dog that has been out all day and is whizzing its tongue and going back to its den.

Before Wen Shuo was there, Luo Qu was not very talkative, but now he hastened to say: "By the way, Mr. Ji, I saw Mr. Jiang at the entrance of the private room in the evening."

Ji Beiqin: "..."

Just as Jiang Luo tore open the bag of potato chips, he heard the door "click" behind him.

As usual, he had only two paths to go.

The first one is to take advantage of Ji Beiqin's time to change his shoes and put his clothes on, rush into the kitchen and pour out the potato chips, and then spray some perfume to eliminate all traces of the crime.

The second one is to beg for nothing, act like a spoiled child, call out to her husband to come over and rub her, and ask Ji Beiqin to spare him some junk food once in a while.

But today Jiangluo doesn't want to go either way.

He hugged his knees and pulled open the belt with all his strength, reached out and picked up two pieces, and the smell of puffed food with artificial flavoring quickly permeated the restaurant.

"Lolo?"

Ji Beiqin called him, but Jiang Luo didn't speak, and there was only the sound of chewing potato chips in the room, which was very three-dimensional.

"..."

Ji Beiqin stood at the door, frowning.

With a bare table, Jiang Luo obviously didn't cook, he only planned to eat potato chips, and he sat here to eat after ten o'clock.

There was no other food in my own place on the table, only a small box of beautifully packaged cakes, the lid of which had been opened, and a small standing sign was inserted on it, which said the hotel's pastry shop in cursive English characters.

The meaning is self-evident.

Ji Beiqin's expression froze for a moment, and he stepped forward.He has always said what he said, no matter how much temper Jiang Luo has in his heart now, he will not let go casually.

"What are you doing!"

A big hand descended from the sky, picked up the crayfish-flavored potato chips in front of Jiang Luo, and walked towards the kitchen. Jiang Luo didn't know whether he really didn't want him to take it or was out of temper, and pulled Ji Beiqin's elbow back: " I haven't eaten dinner yet, so you are allowed to eat a big meal, but I am not allowed to eat potato chips..."

"Ji Beiqin! Old man! Let me down!"

At times like this, Jiang Luo hated that he was not a special soldier, and he hadn't exercised too much after the car accident. Ji Beiqin, a slender man, could lift him up with one hand on his waist.

"Don't make trouble."

Jiang Luo was taken from the dining room to the living room and placed on the small sofa. Ji Beiqin kissed him, then turned around and threw the potato chips into the trash can: "I'll do it."

Without waiting for Jiang Luo to reply, he went into the kitchen on his own.

"..."

Jiang Luo was carried over, and there were no slippers on the ground, so he could only lie on the sofa, blushing at the sound of lighting in the kitchen, and muttered:

"Old stuff, who cares about it!"

Neither explained to him, nor apologized to him, just wanted to get away with it, and there was no door.

Jiang Luo's stomach growled from hunger, and while he was working on his inner self-construction, he strengthened his will, biting like a lock, and made up his mind not to eat the food cooked by Ji Beiqin, nor the whole banquet.

Ji Beiqin didn't stay in the kitchen for too long, he knew that Jiang Luo must be hungry when he got angry with him at this point, and he had to coax people now, so he made an exception.

In less than 10 minutes, Ji Beiqin came out of the kitchen, walked through the living room, picked up Jiang Luo as before, carried him to the dining table, picked up the bowl, Jiang Luo didn't even look at it.

"Don't eat."

Before he finished speaking, he smelled something unusual.

As soon as he lowered his head, Ji Beiqin actually cooked him a bowl of instant noodles.

"..."

It's just that the noodles are boiled with water first, and then cold water is passed again, which is very refreshing.He only put a little bit of his own seasoning packet and dehydrated vegetables, and then fried a topping on top of it, but it was also delicious.

Jiang Luo stared, Ji Beiqin touched his cheek and said softly, "You are hiding behind the water meter."

"..."

Jiang Luo almost twisted his mouth in anger.

All the Tibetan goods have been dug out, and if you don't eat it, you won't eat it for nothing.

He shook his chopsticks and started to eat without looking at the person opposite.

Ji Beiqin didn't say anything, and changed into his home clothes first. When he came back, Jiang Luo had almost eaten, but he was hungry for a long time, his face was buried in the bowl, and he even drank the soup.

As soon as Jiang Luo put down the bowl, he felt someone coming behind him, with such a big chair, Ji Beiqin squeezed up abruptly, and then grabbed the young man's slender waist and lifted it, Jiang Luo sat on his lap.

"..."

What is this called.

He will apply for a fitness card tomorrow.

Jiang Luo was forced to sit on Ji Beiqin's body, watching him move the bowl out of his hand silently, then pull up his right wrist, and took out a watch from nowhere, and put it on.

Jiang Luo didn't care about these things, he frowned and was about to withdraw his hand, squeezed his hand tightly, and moved forward along the way.

Ji Beiqin didn't speak, but his actions were domineering, and he was not allowed to resist a little bit. Only then did Jiang Luo see clearly that there were dark blue seabed patterns on the reflective surface, which was very unique.

Of course he recognized, this is Atelie's men's deep sea series.

The one that Ji Bei and Qin Ping brought was right.

Jiang Luo was stunned for a moment, and forgot to pull his hand for a while, so he asked Ji Beiqin to buckle up the watch, and with a "boom", he came back to his senses.

"Don't do this."

Buy a watch to please him if he finds out you are lying?what is this.

Jiang Luo didn't lack these substances, and he didn't pay much attention to them. He was about to pick them up, but Ji Beiqin held him down.

"Lolo."

The two watches were stacked on top of each other, Jiang Luo was dazed for a moment, and then his body trembled slightly.

He was patronizing and angry just now, but he didn't realize that Atelie's deep sea series is limited to the world, and only senior VIPs can book three months in advance and get one.

If Ji Beiqin wants to give him away, it is naturally impossible to buy it temporarily to please him because he fell into a trap today. He should have ordered this watch quite early.

Sensing that the eyes of the person in his arms softened, Ji Beiqin raised his eyebrows lightly, pinched Jiang Luo's hand, and put it back: "I'm not good, I invited someone at the hotel, and I didn't tell you clearly."

Jiang Luo's eyes drooped a little.

He was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, and Ji Beiqin's hands easily passed over the thin fabric and touched his stomach: "Are you full?"

It's smooth and level there.

Jiang Luo let go, and let out a flat "um", and Ji Beiqin's hand slowly moved down and slid in.

The noise in the restaurant quickly became melodious.

The two of them have always been very harmonious on the bed. Jiang Luo's whole body was numb, and only when he was about to fall asleep at the end did he hug the person on his body and muttered:

"Old Ji, you must not lie to me."

It was dawn outside the window.

With a dark face, Ji Beiqin turned him over indulgently, and hugged him up.

"Ah."