Zuo Jin was also stunned when he heard this.
Is it that obvious?
But then again, even a child can see that he is "jealous", so why can't this woman understand his grievance? It was just a hug, and she was actually having sex with him!
"Uncle Zuo, what are you doing? Rourou is gone." Ji Wenying reminded Zuo Jinye, who had just used his mobile phone to edit text messages, and said.
"Oh, right now, baby, let's have a piece of dessert and wait."
Zuo Jin also just thought about the deletions and deletions for a long time and finally sent the final version of the text message to Ji Shiyuan: [Ji Shiyuan, my daughter knows that I have been wronged and jealous. You should also feel it.
You just broke my heart. Think about how to compensate. 】
When Ji Shiyuan saw this message, he was still in Jiang Qing's car. Seeing her looking down at her phone for a while, Jiang Qingli tightened her grip on the steering wheel, cleared her throat and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"......without."
Ji Shiyuan took back his phone and put it in his bag.
"Looking at your absent-mindedness, I thought something happened again. Is it okay to let him lead Yingying?" Jiang Qingli asked.
"It should be fine."
"Yingying seems to be in tune with him." Jiang Qingli also felt the child's closeness to Zuo Jinye, which was a sense of déjà vu that he could not exchange for no matter how hard he tried.
Perhaps this is the charm of blood.
"Well, I'm busy now. He said he was free, so I feel relieved to have someone to take care of him." Ji Shiyuan said, "No matter how good the nanny is, she is still someone who doesn't understand her thoroughly, so she doesn't feel reassured."
"Well, that's true." Jiang Qingli turned the car around, and at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something. He stared at the car behind him silently, and when he realized that he was still being followed at the next intersection, he said, "We may be being followed."
"?"
Jiang Qingli's eyes signaled her to look in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, there was really a car following him like a follower, without even the slightest intention of covering up.
Quite brave.
Ji Shiyuan grabbed the seat belt, suppressed his heartbeat and said, "Could it be a reporter?"
Tram accidents are now hot news in the industry. As investors, their every word and deed will naturally attract media attention.
"I don't know. Sit tight and I'll get rid of them."
"And, okay."
In the car behind him, Liu Chengdong asked the Didi driver to follow him faster and asked him to drive into the lane.
"Are you driving or should I be driving?!"
"I know how to navigate these roads with my eyes closed! Just go in if you are told!" His ferocious look made the driver dare not move, so he could only follow his will.
Ji Shiyuan.
I finally want you back. If this car hadn't rear-ended me, I wouldn't have known you were back.
It's time to settle our accounts.
...
Ji Shiyuan and Jiang Qingli went upstairs from the basement after returning to the company.
Speaking of what happened just now, Jiang Qingli had already ordered to go down and investigate the following car. Ji Shiyuan reported a series of numbers when he called.
Jiang Qingli looked at her sideways, confused.
"The license plate number of that car." Ji Shiyuan said. She deliberately remembered it just now, even if Jiang Qingli didn't check it, she would check it herself. Things can be big or small, but after having Ji Wenying, she regards everything as important.
Especially if it may be related to safety, be very cautious.
Jiang Qingli nodded to her and reported the license plate number. The two separated floors in the elevator and returned to their respective work areas.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Shiyuan felt a faint discomfort coming from his stomach. He forced himself to bow down to work when someone knocked on the door and came in.
Ji Shiyuan didn't even raise his head, waiting for someone to speak. Unexpectedly, what was waiting for him was an exquisite packaging bag placed on the table. She raised her eyes.
"Director Ji, your takeout. You are so lucky. It is difficult to order takeout in this store. At what time did you order it? I will try to order it next time too and see if I can order it."
pastry?
When did she order it?
When she saw the words "My wife has a nice meal" written on the packaging bag, she immediately understood what was going on, and her temples began to jump subconsciously. She immediately took the bag away to block the row of ostentatious words.
