Haeundae

Ji Feiyi's memorial service is over.

She drank one of the three bottles of Lao Baigan, and the bright red dress on her body was like a rose blooming in the night, just as bright as she had been in the past forty years.

Looking at those black and white photos, Ji Feiyi said drunkly: "Brother, I want him to pay." ”

"Even if they all die. ”

When the nanny outside the door saw Sirzz's wife, she looked like a drunkard at the moment, and immediately took away the little princess of the family, leaving only a few of Ji Feiyi's henchmen.

"Lady Eliza, everything you asked us to prepare, it's all in place. ”

Ji Yuanyi nodded, leaned back on the recliner and closed her eyes: "Then let's start." ”

West Hill backyard

Ji Xingxu sat in the living room, incense lingering, and Lei Qiyun stood aside with his head down, silent.

The old man's face was furrowed and his gray hair was meticulous, and this god and Buddha, who had existed for decades, suddenly opened his eyes.

He grabbed the purple sand teapot that he cherished most on weekdays, and with a violent cough, the teapot was smashed to pieces.

The old man, whose eyes were bloodshot and his expression was painful, grabbed Lei Qiyun's sleeve, stared at his eyes and said word by word: "Bring him back, bring him back at all costs!"

"Get rid of all his positions, cut off all ties between him and the Shengshi Wan Dynasty, and tell that kid Si Fu that if he dares to help Ji Mingzhe, don't think about inheriting that group smoothly!"

Lei Qiyun doesn't remember how many years of anger this is the teacher's anger.

Ji Mingzhen went too far.

He didn't take any warnings or reassurances seriously, he thought he could compete with the world.

But how can this proud son of heaven understand that his world is constructed by Ji Xing.

Whether it's a counselor, or an intelligence officer in London, or a prosperous dynasty.

Ji Xing only needs one sentence.

One sentence is enough to make Ji Mingzhe's world completely collapse.

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"It's a beauty. Ji Xinglu looked at Lin Yun'er in the photo and commented very fairly, "But this is not the reason for Ji Mingzhe's depravity, if he is obsessed." ”

Lei Qiyun finally opened his mouth: "Teacher, Xiao Zhe will grow up after all." ”

"He needs women, I understand. ”

Ji Xingxu didn't look at the blood stains on the handkerchief, and said expressionlessly: "But it must not be a foreign woman." ”

"Go and warn Ji Feiyi, how did her husband's parliamentarian position in London come about, we know very well, if you don't want his political scandal to appear in the Times tomorrow, then give me peace!"

"If she dares to make a fuss about Ji Mingzhen and this woman, I will let her ....."

With the old man's painful cough, several doctors rushed into the compound and helped Ji Xingxu to walk to the room.

Lei Qiyun walked out of the door and looked back at the living room in the dark.

There was also laughter and laughter here.

He's one of those too.

Lei Qiyun took out his mobile phone and said in a hoarse voice: "Come back, Xiao Zhe has annoyed everyone, Ji Feiyi is also in Seoul, if you become a dead man again, your son will really die." ”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Is the old man going to die?"

"Yes. ”

"Great. ”

Lei Qiyun hung up the phone and sat on the black Maybach parked outside, his face gloomy.

"Go to Seoul. ”

......

Lim Yoona is going to start promoting the new album, and she may not have the opportunity to talk all night in the next few months like she did two days ago.

But it doesn't matter.

Ji Mingzhe has his own things to do, and he must not bring Lin Yun'er in.

He stood at the ambassador's desk, holding the order from the country, and his face was very playful.

The ambassador leaned back in his chair and said in a deep voice: "The superiors ask you to return to China immediately to report on your work, and all the benefits you should enjoy in your current position and rank are frozen. ”

The ambassador took the case and roared: "As a diplomat, you are dereliction of duty, as a grandson, you are unfilial, as the hope of a family, you are a failure!"

"Get out!"

The people in the corridor stopped, looking at this proud son of heaven who had fallen into hell, with complicated expressions.

Before this, no one knew Ji Mingzhe's origin.

They wouldn't have anything to do with Ji Mingzhe and that old man, even if they were both surnamed Ji.

Myths are myths, and the inheritors of myths, how do they stay with mortals?

Today's sun is dazzling.

Ji Mingzhe squinted his eyes slightly and looked up, holding his mobile phone, Si Fu on the other end of the phone was so anxious that he was jumping to his feet: "I have been grounded, now my words can't be conveyed in the group at all, Lao Tzu is now a complete waste, Ji Mingzhe, I said it a long time ago, I fucking said it a long time ago, don't do it against those people!"

"Your old man personally spoke, who can save you, who dares to save you?"

"How good is Lin Yun'er, how good is it, no ass, no breasts, you just have a fucking face, you just haven't played with any woman, you are confused!"

At this time, the only one who can say this kind of thing is Si Fu.

Ji Mingzhen was happy in his heart.

He said the wrong thing, he borrowed Si Fu to copy his homework for so many years, and in the end he copied a brother who treated him sincerely.

Hanging up Si Fu's phone, Ji Mingzhen dialed the Xishan compound in China.

"Hey. ”

To Ji Mingzhe's surprise, it was Ji Xingxu who answered the call in person.

The old man's voice was full of exhaustion, but steady: "I can forgive you, I can make your life go back to the way it was, as long as you promise one thing." ”

Ji Mingzhen asked with a smile: "Grandpa, you say." ”

"Go home. ”

"I don't have any plans to do that at the moment, I'm angry right now. ”

"Ever since you grew up, you've been so rude, like an uneducated wild child, but I'm not going to talk to you about it now. ”

Ji Xingxu took a deep breath: "Whether it is in China or Seoul, you are going to marry Li Shenqiu, if you are in China, you will make a special event, and I will invite everyone." ”

"If I were in Seoul, I would let the media publicize that diplomats stationed overseas and infatuated women who go abroad for the sake of their sweethearts, this will be a good public opinion. ”

Ji Mingzhen smiled: "Grandpa, you really keep pace with the times." ”

"Talk to me, call you!"

Ji Mingzhe threw the mobile phone that was still on the call into the trash, put his hands in his pockets, and left the embassy whistling.

He strolls through the streets of Seoul.

Look at the goods in the window, look at the young and beautiful girls on the street, look at the sunny world.

Ji Mingzhe swore that he had had enough of all the things that had happened over the years.

The yard of the West Hill.

The home that was smashed like a garbage heap by my parents.

Everyone's strange eyes.

After all, he will be a rebellious dead child, turning his back on all hope and the perfect life at his fingertips.

Enemies of the world.

Ji Mingzhe stood in front of a white villa, looking at Li Shenqiu through the fence.

"We're getting married, you know?"

Li Shenqiu put down the shower, and her facial features were extremely similar to Lin Yun'er's, but her smile was completely different from Lin Yun'er's: "The combination of the two of us is the talented woman in countless novels, and everyone will envy it." ”

Ji Mingzhen shook his head: "I'm not envious." ”

Li Shenqiu nodded: "Me too." ”

"I don't like you, Ji Mingzhe. ”

"But I want to try, why don't you like me?"

Li Shenqiu hugged her chest with her arms, and her fullness was even more praiseworthy, she tilted her head, but her eyes were not very friendly: "Ji Mingzhe, no one can refuse me." ”

"Li Shenqiu, it's not something you can refuse. ”