"Mr. Ji, this is last month's financial statements." The female secretary in a black suit and skirt is reporting to Ji Qinghe at a glance.

A string of cell phone ringtones rang at an inopportune time.

"I have a wonderful wish to grow up to sow the sun...... Lala, plant the sun......"

This childish and slightly out-of-tune "Planting the Sun" turned out to be the ringtone of the private mobile phone of the very majestic Mr. Ji.

The young female secretary held back the urge to laugh and watched Mr. Ji take out his mobile phone from the desk drawer.

"Xiao Cui, you go out first, I'll let you know after signing later." Ji Qinghe was obviously very happy to see Ji Junyuan's call, but in order to maintain his majesty, he had to hold back his smile.

"Yes, Mr. Ji." The secretary Xiao Cui Rumeng was amnestied and hurriedly walked out of the office.

As soon as the phone was connected, Ji Junyuan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Daddy."

Ji Qinghe's smile no longer had to be suppressed, and the crow's feet of laughter came out, "Baby? ”

When Ji Junyuan heard Ji Qinghe's voice, her heart froze.

She remembered her father in her previous life, when she was studying abroad, had heavy schoolwork, and had a time difference with her back home, which caused phone contact to be infrequent.

Every time her father received a call from her from the United States, his tone was filled with joy and excitement.

Just like now, just like Ji Qinghe's tone now.

A sour feeling surged up the tip of her nose and eyes, and her voice choked up at once.

"Daddy."

The ringtone set by Ji Qinghe's private mobile phone for Ji Junyuan is "Planting the Sun" that Ji Junyuan sang when he was a child, this song "Planting the Sun" has actually not rang again for nearly a year and a half, and Ji Qinghe has received the call and is excited and happy.

This is his favorite baby girl.

But the baby girl's voice sounded something wrong, as if she was about to cry.

Ji Qinghe's heart twitched.

"Baby, what's wrong? Did someone bully you? ”

"Dad, I'm out shopping at the jewelry store with my roommates, and my classmates called me and said that someone was asking me at the school gate and saying that they wanted to teach me a lesson."

"What?" When Ji Qinghe heard this, his brows were furrowed, and he was about to kill the flies.

"Baby, where are you, I'll pick you up, don't be afraid, Dad is here."

Although Ji Junyuan was not really afraid of the three gangsters at the door, after making a phone call with Ji Qinghe, there was still a strong sense of security coming to her, the kind of security that only a father could send.

Although the original owner and Ji Qinghe are often in conflict, Ji Qinghe still loves the original owner very much.

Ji Junyuan she can feel it, because in her previous life, her father also loved her very much, and now Ji Qinghe's feeling for her is very similar to the feeling her father gave her, almost the same.

If you have to find out what is different, it is probably that there is still a little guilt in Ji Qinghe's love.

Ji Junyuan eased her emotions and found Zheng Jingshu and Wang Yanyan.

"Jingjing, Yanyan, just now Li Lei called me to tell me that three gangster-looking people came to the school gate to inquire about me, and the situation is a bit bad."

"Huh?" Zheng Jingshu and Wang Yanyan have always been honest children, and they panicked all of a sudden, "What can I do about this?" ”

"It's okay, don't worry, I told my dad, he will come and pick us up from school later."