Chapter 138: Beware of Jing Feng

Ji Guoqiang grabbed his grandson's hand and said, "Mingwei, I heard that you won the championship this time, right?" ”

Ji Guoqiang said it-

This championship is not easy, after all, he relies on his natural voice.

Although I don't know much about this kind of vocal music, I know that the annual campus singing competition is held every year, and it is national.

In other words, you have to select and discover those natural singing voices, but you have this talent, and this time is good.

However, looking at the news, there is a very strange thing this year, that is, the two champions produced are like this?

I heard that what is the name of another champion?

It's called Xia Zizhu, right?

That girl's voice was really okay, and I listened to it, which was really good.

Xia Zizhu?

When Ji Mingwei heard his grandfather mention this name, his heart naturally trembled.

I don't know what's going on, and I don't know why I feel this way, the eldest young master just feels that when he mentions this name, he has a strange feeling in his heart, and he feels a little unnatural.

So Ji Mingwei smiled awkwardly and said, "Grandpa, I'm a little tired, I want to go back to the room to rest, call me when it's time to eat, I'll go back to sleep first." ”

He felt tired after sitting for too long.

Besides, at the beginning, Professor Yun was driving, which was really worrying, and Ji Mingwei didn't dare to sleep.

However, Professor Yun's husband drove much more steadily, but Ji Mingwei was not in the mood to sleep at that time.

"That's okay, Mingwei, you rest!"

"Grandpa, do you know who I met? I met Hua Chenyi's mother! ”

What the?

Hua Chenyi's mother?

"Mingwei! What did you just say? Whose mom did you say you met? You repeat! ”

After saying that, the old man waited very much with his grandson to say it again.

The eldest young master shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Ji Mingwei thought, has his grandfather's hearing also declined?

Grandpa, maybe it's too old, so I understand.

The eldest grandson spoke again, very calmly and with a little smile on his face.

Ji Mingwei said: "Grandpa, you heard clearly, it is Hua Chenyi's mother." ”

Don't get me wrong, don't hear me like my mom.

It's been eight years since my mom died, how can she come back?

It's Hua Chenyi's mother.

Hua Chenyi's mother seems to be mixing well now.

The car she drove was also a luxury car, and the dress she was wearing all over her body seemed to be very expensive!

"Is that so? She's back. Okay......"

Ji Guoqiang continued like this, nodded his head, and walked upstairs.

didn't care what the eldest grandson Ji Mingwei was doing, and didn't care that the eldest grandson Ji Mingwei was packing his luggage and began to rest.

Regardless of what others were doing, he just walked upstairs vigorously.

The old man came to the study, sat down in a chair, and opened the drawer.

A picture was taken out of the drawer.

This photo is a photo of the son's family.

There are photos of Ji Xiaoyun, as well as the eldest grandson Ji Mingwei, and Ji Mingwei's mother Yun Aorou.

The old man looked at the photos of these three people and shed tears.

After finishing, Ji Guoqiang wiped away his tears again.

"Smack!"

Ji Guoqiang slapped the photo frame in the drawer with a click, and then slammed the drawer shut.

At last he stood up with a whirl, picked up his cane and tapped it on the window.

I saw that the window pane shattered with a clatter.

After that, the nanny immediately rushed in and asked, "Master, what's wrong?" ”

After finishing it, seeing that the window glass was broken, the nanny immediately took a broom and shoveled garbage to clean the room.

Then he helped Ji Guoqiang and went into the room to rest.

The old man walked into his room, sat on the bed, thought about it, and then walked to the window, and then raised his cane and wanted to fight, but it was better to forget it.

Ji Guoqiang walked back to the bed angrily, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and then dialed a familiar number, which was not someone else's, but his son's.

The phone was connected immediately, and Ji Xiaoyun's voice came: "Dad! I'm at work, why are you calling me? Now is not the time to eat or get off work, and my company has a lot of things to do. ”

"Hurry home!"

"Dad, if you're okay, you can ask Mingwei to accompany you, I know, Mingwei has come back, Professor Yun sent me a message, Professor Yun told me that he would come to visit his home tomorrow."

"Go home! Immediately! ”

"Dad, I still have to go to work, you prepare, explain to the nanny, make a few more good dishes tomorrow, just say that there are guests at home, and two people will come, one is Professor Yun, and the other is Professor Yun's assistant!"

Home visits?

After Ji Guoqiang heard his son speak, this was not the key.

Home visits are tomorrow's thing, but today's things must be solved today.

There is a very important event today.

The son must come back in person, tell the child about it, and let the child deal with this matter.

This woman is back, then everyone should pay attention, everyone should pay attention to safety, this woman must be a bad person.

Ji Guoqiang said into the phone: "Son, you go home for me immediately, let me tell you, that woman is back!" Be careful, I have something to say to you, come back quickly! ”

"Dad, what else?"

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences. There are some things that should be paid attention to, you still have to pay attention, and you have to explain a lot of things. It's inconvenient to say on the phone, so you're back! ”

"Dad—"

Ji Guoqiang didn't wait for his son to finish speaking, and he didn't know what his son was going to say next.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you know what your son is going to say.

Of course, the son knows exactly what he is going to say.

My son is nothing more than saying that he has no time to come back at work now, wait a minute, talk about it after work, many things can be said after work.

Besides, at my father's age, even if there are more important things, such things can be said after work.

However, when she heard that she was back, Ji Xiaoyun was a little strange.

By the time Ji Xiaoyun wanted to ask, his father had already hung up the phone.

Ji Xiaoyun put down the phone and felt that something was wrong. Who's back?

It seemed that what his father said seemed to be a bit serious, Ji Xiaoyun cleaned up and came down.

Hurried back home.

When Ji Xiaoyun came to the living room, only the nanny was busy in the living room, preparing some fruits and vegetables, etc., and she was very busy.

Ji Xiaoyun walked over, and the nanny immediately stood up with a smile on her face.

The nanny said to Ji Xiaoyun: "President Ji, the master is upstairs." ”

"yes, okay."

"President Ji, the master seems to be a little unhappy, as if he has something important to say, but we dare not ask. But be careful, the old man just knocked on the window, and I'm looking for someone to fix it. ”

"This old man...... Ay...... Auntie, you're busy. ”

"President Ji, you should also be kind, don't quarrel with the old man today, the old man seems to be in a bad mood, otherwise he wouldn't have knocked on the window, it was too dangerous to knock on the window just now."

If the glass hits the old man's body, then the consequences are unimaginable,

"Auntie, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, President Ji."

Ji Xiaoyun smiled very elegantly, and he also had a very good attitude towards this aunt.

When Auntie heard Ji Xiaoyun speak like this, she was extremely happy, and when she talked to Ji Xiaoyun, she felt comfortable.

Being a nanny has also adjusted a lot of people's homes, and I feel that my life is relatively smooth.

The aunt kept looking at this elegant man and watched this elegant man go up the stairs.

The president came to the second floor, looked at his son's room, and wanted to walk over, but his son won the championship and wanted to congratulate him.

However, Ji Xiaoyun thought about it for a while, turned around and walked to his father's room.

When he came to the door of his father's room, he knocked on the door, but before he could knock, the door was pushed open.

It turns out that my father didn't even close the door!

"Dad!"

Ji Xiaoyun walked over slowly, called out very energetically, and then looked at his father with a gentle smile.

Ji Xiaoyun stood opposite his father's desk, his father slowly raised his head, his father put on a pair of reading glasses, and finally spoke unhurriedly.

"Sit down, I have something to say to you, do you remember that woman? That woman is back after eight years, and Mingwei saw it just now, and said on the road that it was the woman who had a car accident and happened to meet. ”

"Dad! What you say......"

"Son, I'm thinking, this is definitely not a car accident, this is not such a coincidence, that woman seems to want to kill Mingwei, I know that woman is very ruthless, I also know that woman wants revenge, wants revenge."

Ji Xiaoyun smiled, then thought for a moment and asked, "Dad, are you sure that woman wants to harm Mingwei?" What's the woman's name? I think about it, I think about it, oh yes, yes, yes! ”

What's it called?

Wei Jingfeng, huh?

Ji Xiaoyun thought that Wei Jingfeng definitely didn't mean that.

But I just don't know who hit whom and whose fault it is?

If the car Ji Mingwei was sitting in was Professor Yun's car that hit Wei Jingfeng's car, then it would not be murder.

If Wei Jingfeng's car hit the car Ji Mingwei was sitting in, there would be a problem.

But when the child is rested, ask the child again.

However, there are many things that do not let the children know, and do not ask too obviously.

Ji Mingwei felt that the affairs of their previous generation should not be carried over to the next generation.

Ji Xiaoyun can let it go, but he is relieved, but he can also think about it, he sees this matter very calmly, and sees the past things so lightly.

It is precisely because of his son's calmness, and because of his son's appearance that he is not nervous or flustered, that he is angry with the old man.

The old man raised his fist sharply and slammed it on the desk.