Jiang Beiqi glanced at Ji Qijun's departing back and then at Liang Qian, could it be that he was wrong?

Before entering the elevator, Ji Qijun leaned over and spit the wine in his mouth into the trash.

The elevator next to it opened, and the alcoholic assistant swayed out from side to side, and when he saw the man standing next to the trash can, the assistant shook his head a few times, "Isn't this my family's Ji Zong?" ”

Ji Qijun glanced at the figure with an unstable center of gravity, probably because he was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to his feet, and rushed straight towards him.

The slender leg took a step back to dodge.

The assistant who lost his center of gravity and threw himself forward threw himself directly into the trash can, lying sideways at the elevator door, the trash can fell and the garbage was scattered on the ground, and half of the assistant's head was buried by the garbage.

Ji Qijun looked unfamiliar, as if he didn't know the person in front of him at all, and raised his foot to step over the assistant lying on the ground and enter the elevator.

The elevator door closed, and the fallen assistant fell asleep on the garbage heap after some tossing.

The elevator reached the top floor, and the man who came out of the elevator reached out and was about to open the door when he noticed that something was wrong.

He was sure that his memory and sense of direction were good and that he couldn't go somewhere.

Pull out your room card.

"Drop-" The key card is correct, and the door opens.

Seeing that the room number was reversed, Ji Qijun immediately became vigilant.

Push the door gently, slow down, and close the door with his backhand after entering, the living room as far as the eye can see is empty, and the sound from the bedroom next to him when Ji Qijun is about to go to the study attracts Ji Qijun's attention.

Why, that group of people is getting more and more uncontrollable, and they want to get rid of him in Jingcheng?

Ji Qijun opened the door with one hand, and touched the back of his waist with his right hand.

In the room without the light, the moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window fell in, half dark and half dim, Ji Qijun looked around, and finally fell on the bed, the light in the room was enough for him to clearly see a woman lying on his bed.

What's the matter, it's time to use the trick of sending women again?

Do you still use tricks that play badly?

Ji Qijun took out his gun, walked to the side of the bed step by step with a steady pace, and the muzzle of the gun that exuded cold air was against the back of the woman's head.

When the index finger was about to pull the trigger, the person on the bed raised his hand and touched his head, "Don't play." ”

The voice of "......" made the man's calm eyes ripple.

The flat side of the bed, a soft corner, the man sat sideways on the edge of the bed and looked at the woman's side face, the back of his slender fingers fell on the woman's emaciated cheeks, and the fingertips gently waved away the hair that was attached to the woman's cheeks, and the familiar face was re-displayed in front of Ji Qijun.

The corners of the man's lips rose slightly, but they quickly quietly pulled into a straight line, regaining that rigorous and indifferent face.

The man leaning over was wrapped by two slender arms, and fell unsuspectingly into the arms of the drunken body, the soft posture and familiar smell made the man's eyes complicated.

The confused dream surfaced the scene when Zhao Chunyu ruthlessly and meaninglessly testified against her three years ago, the person who destroyed her with his own hands, even if she turned into ashes, she remembered his name, "Zhao Chunyu ......"

A name repelled the slightest tenderness oozing from the man's eyes, and every word that the man pressed his throat and squeezed out of his teeth was cold to the bone, "He treats you badly, why didn't you tell me?" ”

No......

How could she have told him, she could not have told him.

I don't know if it's alcohol at work, he feels that there is a fire in his body at this moment, burning his heart, like venom unscrupulously penetrating every part of his body and will devour his reason at any time, looking at the woman's rosy lips, he especially doesn't like to hear any more words from her mouth that incite his emotions.