Jing Miaocun walked to the office with Jiang Yirao in his arms, but he didn't expect Lin Hui to be there.

He swept past Lin Hui, who was standing at the door, and gently put her on the sofa.

Jiang Yirao's buttocks were just next to the surface of the sofa, and before Jing Miaocun could pull out, he held his arm and struggled to sit up.

Jing Miaocun sat down next to her and looked at her vigilantly: "What do you want to do?" ”

She adjusted her sitting position, put her legs aside, and said calmly, "Don't be so nervous, I don't want to do anything, I just want to think if someone sees it badly for a while." ”

"Hug it all." Jing Miaocun stretched out his hand to help her brush the messy hair in front of her forehead, but this action did not win her heart.

Jiang Yirao glared at him unawares, she was most annoyed by others moving her hair.

He smiled at her, and leaned back, his whole arm almost encircling her thin shoulders, and he wanted to fix his eyes on her face. He had to admit that this woman really had a high-class face, her smile was cold, and her skin was as soft as the moonlight condensing on it.

Jiang Yirao moved his gaze to Lin Hui, the kid stood at the door with a straight face and his hands behind his back. The huge sunglasses covered his eyes, and she didn't know if this kid really wanted to follow Jing Miaocun, or if it was an undercover agent sent to him, but she just felt that it was boring to follow Jing Miaocun like this all day long, and he didn't have a life of his own.

Jing Miaocun followed Jiang Yirao's gaze, and then noticed Lin Hui, so he beckoned to him and asked him to come over.

Before Jing Cuncun could speak, Jiang Yirao naturally called: "Help me bring the shoes in the car, okay." ”

Lin Hui was stunned at first, glanced at Jing Miaocun next to him, and saw that he also nodded slightly, and then replied: "Okay, Miss Jiang." ”

In just five minutes, Lin Hui turned back, put the sneakers neatly on the side of the sofa, took a step back with his hands down, and stood there blankly.

Jing Miaocun saw Jiang Yirao go to tie his shoes, he raised his eyes to look at Lin Hui and asked, "Who have you seen when Jing Xiangcheng came back?" ”

Lin Hui's face sank, he looked at Jiang Yirao next to him with some hesitation, and replied carefully: "I have only seen Boss Huang." ”

Jiang Yirao's movements on his hands slowly stopped, his eyelids were slightly raised, his face stiffened, and he reacted when he heard Jing Miaocun's gentle cough, and continued to fiddle with his shoelaces.

He smiled, didn't seem to care, and said to Lin Hui: "Go and inform Jing Xiangcheng, and say that his godson has brought his daughter-in-law to see him." ”

After Lin Hui left, he also stood up and began to sort out his tie and cuffs.

Jiang Yirao also stood up, tried to take two steps, and found that the pain was a little less relieved than just now.

Jing Miaocun leaned back on the sofa, looked down at her feet, and asked, "Is it okay?" ”

She barely squeezed out a helpless smile: "Let's go." ”

*

There is a video on the projection screen, a replay of the press conference on the first floor of the Jiangning International Trade Center.

Jing Micun on the stage wore a set of iron gray close-fitting suits, supported on the table with one hand, and held the electronic microphone with the other, facing the listening of hundreds of domestic and foreign official media and group representatives, answering reporters' questions without hurry.

"The success of the Nanhai case is a strong demonstration of the company's resources, and the investment process is full of challenges and opportunities......

The voice is heavy and powerful, and there is a hint of cruelty in this intensity.

Huang Duo leaned on the sofa, half-squinted and said, "Big brother, although this kid is not your own, he does have a little bit of your demeanor back then." ”

Jing Xiangcheng picked up the coffee on the round table, took a sip, turned off the projection screen, and looked a little sad on the surface. Then he lit the cigar, flicked the cigarette butt, and took a deep breath before slowly exhaling the smoke ring: "It's a pity." ”

Jing Miaocun didn't expect Huang Duo to be here, so he was still a little stunned when he appeared at the door with Jiang Yirao, and then naturally lowered his hand and secretly took her hand from behind, and walked in with a smile.

Jing Xiangcheng slowly lifted his eyelids in the smoke, and hummed: "Come here, sit down." ”

In just one sentence, Jiang Yirao judged that Jingxiangcheng should have spent a lot of time in HongKong, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he had a strong Hong Kong flavor.