Qianqian . , Let me love you as soon as possible, the latest chapter in the dust!

Ji Zhongtang still has the same style of acting, strong execution, and is not a forced person, but when facing him, it is inexplicably very difficult to refuse. So, Fang Songqi was taken home by him.

For his part, he's in B. J's home can't be called home, it's a place to live. And this residence is a set of three-entry quadrangle.

The house was there very early, but most of the time it was idle, and after Ji Zhongtang left the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the past three years, he occasionally came to B. J, if the time is short, stay in a hotel, more than five days, will come to stay. than this time. So it's not surprising that this place is even more lifeless than his villa in the Ji family, and before he enters the door, his eyes are full of darkness, not like going home at all, but like following him to visit historical sites.

After turning the verandah, he arrived at the inner courtyard, and Fang Songqi was placed in the west wing. It's not too late, before seven o'clock, she simply cleaned up, touched her gurgling belly, embarrassed to order takeout at someone's house, and prepared to go out to forage for food on her own.

Secretary Jin came to Fang Songqi for dinner at this time.

Fang Songqi didn't think that he was considerate, and specially prepared food for her alone, most likely Ji Zhongtang hadn't eaten yet, so he brought him by the way.

At the dinner table, as she expected, sat Ji Zhongtang.

"Uncle Ji. Fang Songqi upheld politeness.

There are two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the table, and two basins in the middle, the larger one contains the steaming noodles after the water, and the smaller one contains the fragrant toppings.

Fried noodles~ Fang Songqi's mouth quietly overflowed with saliva.

Ji Zhongtang moved his chopsticks first and mixed a bowl, but he sent it to Fang Songqi: "There's nothing to eat, you will settle tonight, and I'll entertain you tomorrow." ”

Fang Songqi hurriedly shook his head: "No need Uncle Ji, I'll follow what you eat." ”

Ji Zhongtang nodded, mixed his own bowl of noodles, and raised his eyes to look at her: "The old man is not here, you are a lot more restrained." I shouldn't have asked Secretary Jin to call you out and send you to your room, you can eat by yourself, you can be more relaxed. ”

"......" Fang Songqi was stuffing a mouthful of noodles and almost spit it out.

Shouldn't he see through it without breaking it? Why is he so straightforward? He doesn't know that the result of such a straightforward statement is that the atmosphere is very embarrassing, and as the person who answers the phone, she must rack her brains to resolve this embarrassment? If it weren't for Ji Zhongtang's words, if it were Ji Laoqi or someone else, she would definitely be deliberately embarrassed for her.

With something in his mouth, it is impolite to speak when he speaks, so he hurriedly chews first.

Ji Zhongtang didn't seem to think that these words caused her psychological pressure, and only regarded them as words of care for the elders for the younger ones, and after speaking, he ate noodles very calmly.

Fang Songqi suddenly felt that it might be too unnatural for her to pick up the topic again after dozens of seconds, so it might as well follow Ji Zhongtang's attitude and turn the page?

This courtyard, Ji Zhongtang has not been renovated and decorated, and the previous interior design has not taken a gorgeous line, although the details are exquisite, but the overall appearance is simple, coupled with the lack of life, it always gives people a gray feeling.

And Ji Zhongtang, who eats noodles against this gray background, makes Fang Songqi involuntarily make up for it, he should have been used to eating with such a person for most of his life, as a lonely person. He may not feel lonely, but in the eyes of outsiders, the picture is gloomy after all.

Soon Fang Songqi got rid of the thoughts in his head. Isn't it enough for people to like to live alone and seek freedom? Whether or not she is accompanied by relatives is not a causal relationship with whether she is lonely or not.

Secretary Jin came in with a plate of hot dumplings shortly after, and then sat down to eat with them.

Ji Zhongtang didn't mind her presence, asked Secretary Jin a few things, and talked back and forth with Secretary Jin.

Fang Songqi suddenly realized that she might have thought about it, Ji Zhongtang is not a person, isn't there still Secretary Jin? Inexplicably, she feels a bit like a light bulb......

"Xiao Fang. Leng Buding Ji Zhongtang named her.

"Eh!" Fang Songqi, the dumpling that had just been touched by his lips, spit it back into the bowl, like a student who was suddenly shouted by the teacher to answer when he did something bad.

Secretary Jin didn't give her face, so he smiled directly, reminding Ji Zhongtang that he scared people and asked her to finish the meal first.

Fang Songqi sneered: "It's okay, Uncle Ji has something to say at any time." ”

In fact, it doesn't matter, Ji Zhongtang just wanted to know more about her experience during the disaster in Africa.

At the beginning, Fang Songqi dealt with two sentences casually, Ji Zhongtang asked very specifically, Fang Songqi opened the chatterbox, especially Ji Zhongtang can always get her point, and the topic of Africa that has been developed is also what she is interested in, she has more and more conversations*, and she gradually can't hold back.

Not only did she not be able to accept it, but Ji Zhongtang couldn't help it either, the result of the two of them being unable to hold it was that they chatted until late at night, and Secretary Jin reminded Ji Zhongtang of tomorrow's itinerary before giving up and going back to rest.

Fang Songqi didn't go to sleep immediately, taking advantage of the high interest, deep memory, and clear mind, he hurriedly recorded the new information and new inspiration obtained during the conversation with Ji Zhongtang, and revised and supplemented some of the content in the previous draft.

At about four o'clock in the morning, I fell asleep, but it was rare that I didn't sleep lazy, and I woke up at seven o'clock, no doubt that this was due to Ji Zhongtang - she didn't forget that she lived in someone else's house during her sleep, and he was always very strict with his juniors, regardless of whether the juniors were his nephews and nieces in his own family.

The square courtyard, the gray roof tiles of Linlin, and a flock of pigeons hula fly by from time to time, are very different from the scenery of Liucheng. There are many kinds of plants planted in the yard, such as wisteria lilac and old locust trees, but unfortunately there are a few in season, so you can only rely on your brain to make up for them, imagining that they are either purple and red or cool in the shade in other seasons.

Compared with Ji Zhongtang, she didn't get up early. After she finished breakfast, Secretary Jin called her to go out together and give her a ride to the welfare home, Fang Songqi realized that Ji Zhongtang may have been delayed until now because of her.

So when she got off at the gate of the welfare home, Secretary Jin said that if she wanted to go back and call him, Fang Songqi asked them not to bother, and she could take a ride herself.

But when Fang Songqi came out of the archives to go to the bathroom in the afternoon, he still saw Ji Zhongtang.

However, Ji Zhongtang should not have made a special trip to pick her up, but had his own private affairs - Dean Sun was also there, standing side by side with Ji Zhongtang, standing under the corridor, facing the dozen or so children on the playground who were playing with the caring volunteers who came to organize activities today, Dean Sun seemed to have specially pointed out two of the children to Ji Zhongtang.

"Xiao Fang, I don't have to go to the archives to look for it when you're here. Secretary Jin found her traces, and handed over the food box in his hand as he spoke, "I left a copy of the snacks and pastries brought by the children for you." ”

Secretary Jin is only a few years younger than Ji Zhongtang, and she is also her elder, so she no longer calls her "Miss Fang", and Fang Songqi also changed her title: "Thank you, Uncle Jin~"

Taking the food box, she opened it and saw that the kidney bean rolls were rolling with the donkey.

Secretary Jin followed her gaze and took the initiative to inform her that Ji Zhongtang had come to the welfare home frequently in the past two days because he planned to adopt a child.

Although Ji Zhongtang is not yet old, his current life is not much different from retirement.

“…… The idea started three years ago, but at first I wanted to adopt one from a relative at home, but then there was no suitable child, and I found it very troublesome, so I simply came to the welfare home for adoption. Dean Sun has given a lot of information to the children, but he has never met a match. ”

Fang Songqi still wanted to know: "What standard does Uncle Ji think is the matching?"

From her personal point of view, she really can't imagine what kind of well-behaved and sensible child can fall in love with Ji Zhongtang?

Secretary Jin seemed to be stopped by her for a while, and immediately smiled: "Like Xiao Fang, you and he are very close to him." ”

Fang Songqi had a feeling of lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot. Where did she fall in love with Ji Zhongtang? She and Ji Zhongtang have old grudges.

Without much talk, she took the food box back to the archives, and her mood was not very happy. Seeing that the information within the circled period was about to be finished, she still didn't find Fang Jie's file. It's just that she found out that many children in the welfare home used to have the surname Fang, and they were generally children who were discarded by their parents at a very young age and did not have any personal information.

In the process of looking for archives, Fang Songqi recalled a lot of memories about Fang Jie at the same time, and realized that his earliest understanding of Fang Jie may be wrong. Fang Jie is a proud and confident woman, there is no doubt that Fang Jie does not only pursue art and does not pay attention to fame and fortune, so it is not that Fang Jie changed later, it is that she does not understand Fang Jie thoroughly.

Turning the latest page of the file, the girl's face on the gray photo came into view, Fang Songqi was completely stunned, staring at it for a long time, and then his eyes slowly moved to the name column.

Fang Xiaoqin.

"It turns out that you are Fang Xiaoqin's daughter. Dean Sun couldn't help but take a closer look at Fang Songqi.

When Fang Songqi heard this tone, his heart moved slightly: "Do you know my mother?"

"Recognize. Dean Sun's expression was contemplative, "My father regarded the welfare home as his home, I have lived in the welfare home since I was a child, and I have an impression of many people, especially like Fang Xiaoqin, who has always stayed in the welfare home, and our relationship was the same as that of brothers and sisters. ”

"And then?"

"Later, ah......" Dean Sun sighed, "although she was not adopted, she was not unlucky, there were good people who sponsored her to go to school, and she herself was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts." When she became an adult, she was able to take responsibility for herself, and the responsibility of the welfare home for her was basically over, she was busy with her studies, and she made new friends at school. ”

"Because of the lack of intersection between our children's lives, I don't know much about her specific development in the future, but when my dad was alive, I heard my dad mention that although Fang Xiaoqin didn't come back, he would still send gifts to the welfare institute every year. ”

Fang Songqi didn't know that the old courtyard had passed away. Fortunately, this son of the old yard also has information to dig up. Hearing this, her attention was immediately attracted by the words "send gifts": "What things did my mother send to the old yard before?

"Painting?" Dean Sun shook his head, "No, what Fang Xiaoqin sent was all things that the children in the welfare home could use." ”

Fang Songqi frowned: "You should have heard the archivist say, I actually came to find a 'Teacher Shao', my mother once sent something to 'Teacher Shao', and it was the address before the welfare home was moved." ”

Dean Sun said that he had indeed heard about it, and informed: "The welfare institute was not moved, that was fifteen or sixteen years ago, and I had not yet taken over the welfare institute at that time. But since you can get acquainted with your mother, most of them are old employees. I know all the old employees, and there is indeed no surname 'Shao'. Didn't you look for an archivist?"

Fang Songqi was disappointed again, pursed his lips and was silent, and asked with the last bit of hope: "Where are all the old employees who used to work in the welfare home now?"

Regardless of whether there is a surname "Shao" or not, you can't be stuck here and can't make progress, and then go to someone who knows "Fang Xiaoqin" to inquire.

Dean Sun gave a list: "When my dad was alive, he was still in touch with the people he worked with, so the contact information I could find was also the record of my dad when he was alive, and it hasn't been updated for five or six years." ”

"Okay, I understand, thank you, Dean Sun. Fang Songqi put it in his bag properly.

"I've been bothering you these days, Jianlin. Ji Zhongtang also expressed his gratitude to Dean Sun.

When leaving, Fang Songqi thanked Ji Zhongtang again: "...... Uncle Ji should actually go back first after finishing his work, and he doesn't have to wait for me. ”

Ji Zhongtang didn't say anything, and the two got into the car together.

But instead of going back to the courtyard, he went to the restaurant - he said last night that he was going to entertain her today, not verbally...... Fang Songqi rubbed, ate and drank, her face was thick-skinned, and it really made her uncomfortable to owe favors, and she couldn't give money directly like she did when she was facing Lin Shinian. Use one's noodle.

A short injury, put it behind for the time being, enjoy the shabu-shabu in front of you~!Full shabu mutton, roast duck, raw chicken slices, mushrooms, dried shrimp, scallops, meatballs, donkey meat soup, she has no taboos against mutton, in addition to mutton slices, lamb tripe, lamb kidneys and mutton liver, also a complete set of orders.

Halfway through eating, two bowls of wontons were served, and Fang Songqi realized that it happened to be the winter solstice today.

"Originally, I asked Jianlin to come with me, just because of the festival, he has a wife and children waiting at home, so I will invite him another day. Secretary Jin has something to do tonight, so I'm going to be busy. Ji Zhongtang hurriedly put the spoon into her bowl, "Feel free to eat it, it's a bit of a festival." Now people seem to eat dumplings? I used to eat wontons. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Ji!" Fang Songqi blinked, "Coincidentally, I also like to eat wontons more than dumplings." ”

"Then you taste it. The ravioli at this shop are good. Even at this time, Ji Zhongtang was holding the shelf of the deputy elder.

Fang Songqi has been getting along for a long time and has become accustomed to it, so he is not so tense anymore: "There is a wonton shop on the student street at the back door of my school, which tastes very good, and when I return to Liucheng later, if I have the opportunity, I will ask Uncle Ji to try it? ”

Ji Zhongtang nodded, and asked in a sinister manner how to deal with the schoolwork during her disappearance.

Fang Songqi thinks it's very simple: "I'm not doing bad things now, I'm dying overseas." The main thing left in the school is the graduation thesis, and I will show up again after the matter is over, just make up for it, it should be no big problem. ”

Ji Zhongtang asked her how she was preparing for her graduation thesis.

Fang Songqi: "......" He is really getting wider and wider......

She felt more and more empathetic to Ji Laoqi's fear of their uncle.

No matter how much she complains, she has to respond, after all, she is still eating in her mouth now, and he is still treated.

Ji Zhongtang was really good, and then asked in more detail, and finally even reminded her not to delay the paper.

Fang Songqi really wanted to bite off his tongue, and he had nothing to mention what the school was doing, so he found a series of topics for Ji Zhongtang.

This is not over, the thesis is behind, Ji Zhongtang turned to her plans after graduation.

What are the plans? Employment, of course!

"Or do you want to continue to work in the media?" went to Ji Zhongtang's house as a guest earlier, and the two had already talked about the reasons why she chose the media in the first place, and this time they will continue to talk deeply.

This unexpected trip to Africa made Fang Songqi confirm the goal in his heart, so he nodded very firmly.

Ji Zhongtang was a little regretful: "Xiaofang, you are very talented in language, if you can continue your studies, I can recommend you to go to a better place and have a better development." ”

"Uncle Ji, are you looking down on the media industry? Or are you looking down on me? Are you sure that if I don't follow your advice, I won't develop well?" Fang Songqi smiled, and some sarcasm was leaked in his words.

Ji Zhongtang was not angry and apologized: "It was Uncle Ji who said the wrong thing." You are a good seedling, and no matter which path you choose, your development will not be bad. ”

Fang Songqi climbed down the ladder, turned the page on the unhappiness of the moment, and smiled to express his gratitude: "Anyway, thank you Uncle Ji for your kindness." ”

Ji Zhongtang was quiet for a few seconds, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to open her heart: "Xiao Fang, are you still very sorry for me because of your father's death?"

Fang Songqi didn't answer, but asked: "Uncle Ji took care of me because of my father's death?

She asked similar questions, but what she asked before was whether his care for her and Xu Jing stemmed from guilt over Lao Xu's death. At that time, Ji Zhongtang denied it.

At present, Ji Zhongtang still shook his head, and the content of his words was much richer than at that time: "Uncle Ji emphasized to you again, I regret the death of your father Xu He back then, but I have no guilt, I have done everything I can to try my best to save him." ”

"At first I noticed that you and your brother really wanted to be able to get you because of your father. But now the more reason is that I fell in love with you and treated you as my own child like Cunxi. ”

Although the topic has already become serious, Fang Songqi didn't care about being polite or impolite, and he didn't stop the action of shabu mutton throughout the whole process. When he finished speaking, she was dipping a portion of the lamb's belly in the sauce and putting it in her mouth to chew it carefully and swallow it, and Mei Zizi's wounded throat was getting better and better.

After the aftertaste, Fang Songqi said in his current voice: "I am very honored, and I am very grateful to Uncle Ji for his love, and I can be regarded as my own child by Uncle Ji." ”

This time, she didn't mean any sarcasm.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Songqi also confessed to him: "Mustard must still be there, when I saw you, I couldn't help but think of my father's accident back then." But this time, I myself escaped death in Africa, and I have already seen a lot of light. I might want to let myself go, too. ”

After that, she sent a piece of freshly soaked mutton into Ji Zhongtang's bowl, and joked: "Eat Uncle Ji, 'eating' can buy me the most, you are bringing me to eat such a delicious thing now, I am embarrassed to scold you while eating, right? Don't pester me all the time, it's really delaying my shabu-shabu!"

Ji Zhongtang's eyebrows stretched, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he fulfilled her wish, picked up the piece of mutton she sent, and left her time to enjoy the food completely.

The food is refreshing, and when I go back, my body and body are full of taste. Fang Songqi spent more time washing than usual, and after coming out, he didn't want to continue to work diligently at all, so he was paralyzed on all fours in the hot heating room, and made a video call with Xu Jing.

I learned that she left Hong Kong to come to B. After J, Xu Jing kept asking for a video, wanting to know her true situation, Fang Songqi repeatedly shirked, after all, the appearance of the short-term rental house was too shabby at that time, and now he can boldly "show" with Xu Jing.

Xu Jing, that stinky boy, actually wondered if she was going to stay in a high-end hotel for one night in order to deceive him.

Fang Songqi was annoyed: "The cleverness in your head is used to ponder these things? I don't conspire and live up to your expectations! With that spare money, I might as well buy a few more snacks to support myself!"

As soon as she finished saying "support", she burped.

Xu Jing saw that she was as full of vitality as she was, and smiled with peace of mind. But I originally wanted to tell her a good news, but after hearing the word "spare money", I retreated.

Because of the loss of her bank card, and her missing status, he is now in charge of all her money and knows very well the amount of deposits. After hesitation, he was deflated and decided to reconsider.

Fang Songqi didn't pay attention to what he wanted to say and stopped, for fear that he would be worried, so he turned the lens of his mobile phone to further "show" the safety of his residence to him, telling her that she had accepted the help of the "nobleman".

After urging him to rest, she hung up the phone and suddenly realized that she was obviously her sister and a parent, why did she seem to have reversed her role and had to give him such a detailed explanation?

I don't know if God is in response to the "winter solstice" scene, it snowed quietly at night, Fang Songqi didn't stick to yesterday's early riser, and when he woke up, it was noon, and it was white outside.

Ji Zhongtang went out and left her a text message, asking her to arrange herself today and call Secretary Jin if she has something.

Breakfast was warm in the kitchen, Fang Songqi saved a meal, ate it directly as lunch, and then went back to his west wing, according to the list given by Dean Sun, tried to contact the past one by one.

She called as a staff member of the welfare home, using the excuse that the New Year was approaching, to comfort the old staff.

After the last phone call, Fang Songqi counted the results, leaving aside the deceased, those who immigrated with their children, and those who lost contact with their empty numbers, there were only two left, and none of them were in B. J, so I may not be able to visit in person, so ask by phone?

Without delay, she immediately redialed the phone number of the two old employees and asked them if they remembered Fang Xiaoqin.