Chapter 67: Protective Colors

Ji Fanchen was still struggling with whether to tell Chuan Heng about being targeted by Feng Wei's people, and she lingered in front of Chuan Heng's house for a long time.

I don't know if I should go or not, and what is the purpose of the other party asking her to go? Want to ask her the truth about 13 years ago? But how did you come up with the idea of looking for her? Isn't it more important to find Chuan Heng.

Her hand stayed on the doorbell for a long time, and finally it didn't press it, and telling Chuan Heng at this time was not equivalent to telling him that she was looking for someone to investigate him?

She didn't dare to guarantee whether the news that Nie Jiahe told her was true or not, so she rushed in, if the truth was not what Nie Jiahe said, what should she do.

Forget it, Ji Fanchen turned around and walked quickly to her car, she sat in the car for a while, the evening wind was cool, more and more people on the street came out to enjoy the coolness, Ji Fanchen looked at them and suddenly felt a little envious, isn't it good to find an ordinary person to live an ordinary life like this? Why embarrass yourself.

Tomorrow is the agreed meeting time, and it will be an adventure for her to go or not. She lit a cigarette, she has been smoking more and more often lately, the smoke is filling the carriage, feeling something in her throat is blocked, she coughs, and quickly opens the window to breathe.

She extinguished the cigarette, left the car and threw the unfinished cigarette into the trash, thought about it, and threw away the rest of the bag again, quit smoking, she thought, she can also find someone to marry and be a good wife and mother.

Ji Fanchen smiled bitterly, I don't know if there is a chance in this life.

To go or not to go, she struggled back and forth in her brain, maybe she could really uncover the mystery of 13 years ago, if she didn't go, maybe the next time Ji Fanchen went there, she would not be invited over, but carried over.

The mobile phone rang, Ji Fanchen was very familiar with this number, it was the person who had asked her to meet on the 88th floor before, she picked up the phone: "Hello, what are the instructions?" ”

The other party chuckled: "What other instructions can I give to Mr. Ji, we are begging you to come over." ”

"And what if I don't go? I don't think your sincerity is enough, and you have revealed too little information to us, and I still don't know what is the main business of your Weize Group? "Ji Fanchen plans to be tough to the end, the more scared you are, others will date and bully you.

There was another chilling laugh on the other end of the phone, and then the man's voice became extremely gloomy: "Mr. Ji always look at his phone to see if there are any new discoveries?" ”

Another barrage of laughter.

Ji Fanchen pushed out the phone and nervously opened the text message, a picture was loading in a circle, and the picture gradually became clear - it was the photo of Ji Fanchen throwing a cigarette just now!

The camera is pushed so close that you can even see the brand of cigarettes.

Ji Fanchen felt his teeth tremble: "What do you want?" Why follow me! ”

The other party said coldly: "Didn't you already know that we were following you?" Why bother? ”

"So, what do you do with me? What the hell do you do? ”

"Don't get so excited." The voice on the other end of the phone has been very calm, calm and makes people feel that it is a dummy, "Don't you know why tomorrow is coming?" There's always an old friend of yours who wants to meet you. ”

There was a beeping sound from the microphone, Ji Fanchen lay on the steering wheel in a dejected manner, she took out her mobile phone and made a call to Nie Jiahe.

At this time, the 88th floor of Jinfeng Building.

A man who looked to be in his early 35s leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, his golden hair was also very commensurate with the sunset outside the window, he was wearing casual clothes, as if he had just finished exercising, the towel was still around his neck, the man looked very tall, like a professional basketball player, and a scar on his face was extremely incongruous from behind his ears to his cheekbones, adding a little fierceness to his otherwise beautiful face.

The man's assistant had just called Ji Fanchen according to his request.

The phone was hands-free, and everyone in the room heard Ji Fanchen's last trembling voice.

A man with Phnom Penh eyes laughed and tears were about to come out after hanging up the phone: "Third child, you still have a way, you don't know how miserable I was by this girl last time, and now the shareholders are still asking me to step down, don't you just want a woman, you say, how beautiful we used to be, why ......?"

"Second brother." The man interrupted the man with gold-rimmed glasses, "I told you a long time ago, now is not the same as in the past, can't you see the slogans everywhere on the street every day?" What age are they, and they are still here to rob it? ”

The man who was called the second brother looked angry, and continued: "Third brother, I'll just say that you are cowardly, when Lao Feng was here, he took his brothers to do this kind of thing, what's wrong?" He is not still alone outside now, he goes to a country a year, and we have to give him a filial piety pension every year, if I want me to say that Lao Feng is still smart, washing his hands in a golden basin, retreating bravely in the rapids, and now he is living a comfortable life. ”

There was a look of disdain in the man's eyes, but in a hurry, he took down the towel and wiped his face: "Second brother, go back early, don't I take your business to heart?" You come over tomorrow, and I promise to make Ji Fanchen kneel down and apologize to you. ”

"Xingle, the third brother knows that he feels sorry for his brother, I'll go first, the third brother." The man stood up and was about to walk out of the door, but as soon as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "Third brother, why did you want Ji Fanchen to come to the 88th floor, no one has been here except for our people." ”

There was a subtle hint of ridicule at the corner of the mouth of the person known as the third child, this second brother of the straw bag could still find this problem, and the third brother put the towel in his hand on his shoulder and said: "We are a reasonable, legal and compliant enterprise, and we should see more sunshine." ”

The man with gold-rimmed glasses raised his eyebrows, he knew that this third brother would not tell him the truth, but what could he do, now this Yue Laosan is in charge, and he can only be a man with his tail shrunk, he knows best what means Yue Laosan has, now he really envies Lao Feng from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't hear the past, he washes it very cleanly, and he doesn't know what ending he can end up in the end.

Yue Laosan watched Li Juhao go downstairs, his second brother, his biggest hobby in life is women, in Yue Laosan's eyes, women in the world are the same, what is there to be greedy for.

Besides, people can't be greedy, with any recognized preference, it is easy to be taken advantage of, how can he easily lose the position he has earned so many years.

The assistant reminded him next to him: "Mr. Zhiping, there is information on 20 plots of land in 10 cities here, you need to take a look, Vice President Li said that we now have abundant cash flow, and we can engage in commercial real estate again, and we will make a steady profit." ”

Zhiping...... Yue Laosan has always felt that this name is not very consistent with his temperament, but now that he wants to transform into a serious businessman, this name is really a very protective color.

He touched the scar on his face and said to the assistant: "Help me see where the best plastic surgery department in Nanshi is, this scar will affect my image in the future." ”

The assistant wrote it down in the notebook, and handed the information of the land to Yue Zhiping, he simply glanced at it twice and returned it to the assistant: "Do it according to Mr. Li's intentions, anyway, the worst thing we have is money." ”