While speaking, Ji's father stood up, his whole person exuded a powerful momentum, as if he wanted to suppress all the dissatisfied voices of Jimo Yan, full of the smell of autocracy.

But it is very obvious that Ji Mo Yan will not eat this set at all, and his face has not changed, which makes Ji Father's expression even colder: "Your courage is really too big, I don't know what it means to be really high and thick, you can not care now, what about it in the future, come here, bring the young master to the room for a good reflection." ”

That is, the father closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his face was already expressionless.

When the Father gave the order, the servants looked at each other, obviously very embarrassed, but they still had to obey what the Father said.

With his eyes wide open, Ji Mo Yan didn't expect that this time Ji Father would do this, so authoritarian, he turned his head and wanted to leave, but he was still stopped by a group of servants and was directly taken into his room.

After watching Jimo Yan being sent away, the housekeeper of the Ji family walked into Ji Father: "Sir, you can't do this, the young master will definitely not agree." ”

The housekeeper is already forty or fifty years old, and he understands the relationship between their father and son very clearly, but he is also very worried about the relationship between them, and no matter who they are, they are not willing to bow their heads first.

That is, the father's expression flickered: "He will always understand that I am all for his good, and he must understand." ”

When he said this, the expression on the father's face was very firm.

The housekeeper could only be silent when he heard this, after all, he was just a housekeeper, and he really couldn't easily let his master be shaken.

……

The days after the holiday suddenly began to become very good, as if it was leisurely, but it was just like.

Ji Qingxi was contacted by Yang Dashan, because a calligraphy competition was going to be held in the province recently, and the other party asked Ji Qingxi if he wanted to participate.

Not winning the calligraphy competition last time has always been a very regrettable thing for Ji Qingxi, and now that she can participate again, Ji Qingxi will do her best to win the championship.

At the beginning, it was because of various external conditions that would cause such a situation to happen, although this was the case, Ji Qingxi still didn't want to relax his vigilance, after all, Ji Qingxi was still very self-aware, besides, if there was the existence of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, wouldn't it make others see the joke.

So from the time she received the call and was ready to sign up, Ji Qingxi was going to start preparing.

But after putting the phone down, Ji Qingxi found out one thing, that is, not long ago, she promised Jimo Yan that they would travel together, but now it turned out to be like releasing his pigeons.

Thinking of this, Ji Qingxi couldn't help but feel very empty, at this time, Song Ling, who was busy in the kitchen, came out, and asked Ji Qingxi with curiosity on her face, who called.

Ji Qingxi said that it was Yang Dashan, this person is a very famous calligraphy master, Song Ling had already known each other last time, and Song Ling couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when she thought of what happened last time.

Seeing that Ji Qingxi didn't seem to have thought of anything, Song Ling said happily directly: "I'm going, of course I'm going, Qingxi's calligraphy is so powerful, it must be seen by more people." ”

"I'm going to win the championship at all." Ji Qingxi's eyes were full of ambition, and his heart was full of ambition, after all, he was too regretful at the beginning. Thousands of troops

In this way, Ji Qingxi started a more urgent training, and Yang Dashan also sent a message over there, if Ji Qingxi had any questions, she could ask him, she would not be hypocritical, and directly agreed.

After a while, Ji Qingxi suddenly discovered something, that is, Jimo Yan didn't seem to have called for a long time.

Thinking of this, Ji Qingxi felt a little strange, because of her weak heart, she didn't call Jimo Yan to explain this matter, and she was very busy recently, so she didn't call, but it was not good if she didn't contact her for so long.

Ji Qingxi immediately made a phone call, but no one answered.

The delicate eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and Ji Qingxi felt an even more strange feeling, as if something had happened.

But it shouldn't be such a coincidence, after all, Jimo Yan is the eldest young master of the Ji family, is it possible that there is still danger, there may be something.

Ji Qingxi comforted herself in her heart, but all the calligraphy she had practiced all afternoon was scrapped, so she had to put down the pen and ink in her hand in frustration, and chose to continue to call Jimo Yan.

After two or three phone calls, there was indeed no echo at all, and Ji Qingxi could be sure that there was really a problem on Mo Yan's side.

It was almost evening now, and Ji Qingxi felt an indescribable anxiety, and was about to go out directly.

At this time, Song Ling was already back, and when she saw Ji Qingxi's move to go out, she asked where she was going.

"I have a friend and something, I'm going to go out, it's okay, I'll be back soon." Ji Qingxi smiled lightly, and couldn't find any problems on his face, so Song Ling let him go.

After going out, Ji Qingxi directly took a taxi to the vicinity of Jimo Yan's original villa area.

Because Ji Qingxi had been in and out of here before, he came in very directly.

After Ji Qingxi arrived at the place, he could see that the lights were still on in the villa from a distance, and the situation inside seemed to be in order, and there were no problems.

Her whole person suddenly relaxed, as if she had found her direction, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, she rushed up and knocked on the door, and the person inside opened the door, it was a servant.

The servant was obviously a little surprised when he saw Ji Qingxi, and Ji Qingxi asked impatiently at this time: "How is Jimo Yan, where is he." ”

Hearing this question, the servant was stunned for a moment and then quickly replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you enough about the master's family. ”

"Can't tell me, or can't tell me, what happened to Jimo Yan." Ji Qingxi saw that the servant's face seemed to be vaguely uncomfortable, and immediately blocked the door that was originally closed by the servant, and looked at the servant with sharp eyes.

Under such a look, the servant didn't know what to do, and at this time the butler's voice came out: "I think I can tell you, Miss Ji, you can let go of your hand." ”

Hearing this, Ji Qingxi and the servant all let go of their hands, and the servant stood aside to make room for the housekeeper, so that Ji Qingxi could see his face more clearly.

"Then what's wrong with Jimo Yan." Ji Qingxi felt very worried, they had just been together, but something like this happened, which made Ji Qingxi feel a strong uneasiness.