As soon as Ji Rong's car drove out of the door of the mansion, the phone rang, and after ringing twice, it automatically answered in.

"Ah Rong, Jia Rong is here, you come to accompany her, don't keep making girls wait." Old Man Ji's loud voice came out of the headphones.

"Dad, I'm not familiar with her, there are some things in the company that I need to go back to deal with, you can talk to her."

Ji Rong opened the window a little halfway, and the cold north wind poured in violently, and the irritable atmosphere in the car was instantly diluted a lot.

"Aei, you're almost thirty, you should ...... too"

It was rare for Old Man Ji to talk to Ji Rong so calmly, but unexpectedly, Ji Rong was not interested in listening, and interrupted the old man's words by himself.

"Dad, didn't you make enough trouble a few days ago? What did you say in the first place? You said that as long as someone succeeds, you don't care about me, you forget? ”

If it is said that six years ago, Old Man Ji could still use Ji's inheritance to blackmail Ji Rong. Today, six years later, Ji Ei, who personally sent the Ji Group from the tenth place in the country to the top three camps, has hard enough wings, except for the friendship between father and son, the old man has no bargaining chips to blackmail Ji Ei.

It's a pity that the father-son relationship between the two was almost broken up as early as when Ji Rong was eight years old, and it was impossible for the old man to make Ji Rong obediently listen to him with such a shallow father-son friendship.

The old man Ji on the other side of the phone probably understood this, and after being silent for a while, he said, "Aei, the baby needs a mother." ”

Ji Rong was silent, and the baby's tearful little expression passed in front of his eyes.

"Dad, don't worry about this."

After speaking, he reached out and cut off the phone.

Soon after Ji Baobao was born, Ji Rong's two younger brothers added a son and a daughter respectively, but those two children were obviously not as favored as Ji Baobao in the Ji family.

Ji Yi vaguely understood why Old Man Ji was so indulgent to Ji Baobao, but he didn't want to think about it or delve into it.

Some things, wrong are wrong, and no matter how much they remedy it afterwards, it can't change the result. It's like a mirror cracked, and no matter how hard you try, it can't be reunited.

When Ji Rong returned to the company, there was only one receptionist at the front desk, and he remembered that today was Saturday.

Originally, he was going to stay comfortably in the apartment until noon, and then go back to the mansion in the afternoon to accompany the baby.

Now it looks like I'm going to have to work overtime here today.

Sitting behind the desk and looking at a large pile of documents, Ji Rong always felt that something was missing, thought for a while, and called the front desk reception.

"Koyanagi, make me a pot of coffee."

The habit of having a cup of coffee before work has been going on for many years. Le Tong was not here today, and neither were the others, so he had to tell the receptionist at the front desk to help him make a pot.

Fifteen minutes later, Koyanagi brought in the coffee and stood at his desk without leaving.

"Something?"

Ji Rong put down the coffee he had just picked up and looked up at Xiao Yanagi.

"President, lunch...... I brought a bento, would you like to try it? Xiao Yanagi's face turned red and he asked in a hurry.

Ji's has a special canteen, but today is a holiday for all staff, and the canteen is no exception. In the past, if Ji Rong worked overtime, his exclusive secretary would inevitably work overtime with him, so there was no need to bother others about making coffee and ordering takeout.

Ji Rong retracted his gaze, flipped through the documents, and said coldly, "No need!" ”

Xiao Yanagi looked embarrassed and lonely, and ran out with his eyes down.

The coffee brought by Koyanagi, Ji Rong only took a sip. It was probably because of Le Tong's good craftsmanship in the past six months, and as soon as the coffee entered his mouth, Ji Rong almost sprayed.

There are a lot of documents on the table, and his right-hand man is also his special assistant, and he went to Europe to expand his business during this time, so Ji Rong has more things on hand.

Ji Rong drank a glass of water, buried his head in carefully processing the documents stacked on the table, during which he answered a few phone calls, basically friends in the business field asked him to go to dinner or ask him to play golf.

He was not in high spirits today, so he rejected these invitations one by one on the grounds of working overtime.

By noon, his stomach was crumbling punctually.

Le Tong has to be blamed for this.

Originally, he used to eat irregularly, especially when he was busy, and it was common to eat only one meal a day. But since Le Tong became his secretary, his daily diet has become very punctual.

Because, I don't know when she started, she would bring food to him on time every day, at noon, and at night if he worked overtime, so would dinner.

Ji Rong picked up the phone and wanted to order a takeout, but his mind was blank, and he didn't know where to call.

I don't know how Le Tong did it, anyway, she seems to know his tastes very well, and occasionally it is not a canteen meal, and the taste of takeaway is also very suitable for his appetite.

Therefore, he always eats with peace of mind and never cares where these takeaways are delivered.

"Oh...... I see, does she have a crush on you? No wonder ......" Zhuo Jiarui's words suddenly sounded in his ears again, and Ji Rong couldn't help frowning.

If it hadn't happened that night, he would have only thought that Le Tong was a very hearted, very smart and well-behaved girl, but now it seems that everything is not so simple?

Ji Rong called the hotel where he often went to eat, and as soon as the general manager heard that it was Ji Rong, he promised to deliver the food to Ji Rong as soon as possible.

In less than half an hour, the food that Ji Rong wanted was personally delivered by the general manager of the hotel, and handed his personal business card to Ji Rong, saying that if there was anything he wanted to eat in the future, he would send it.

Dinner, as usual, was personally delivered by the general manager, and after eating, Zhuo Jiarui's phone called, and asked Ji Rong to go to play Gao Lefu ball early Sunday morning.

On Sunday morning, Ji Rong arrived at the golf course as promised, and Zhuo Jiarui saw him from a distance, so he trotted up to meet him, but did not say a word, but looked at Ji Rong cautiously.

Ji Rong glanced at him, "Are you constipated?" ”

Zhuo Jiarui coughed a few times, "You are only constipated, I'm not afraid that you are still angry!" ”

In fact, until now, Zhuo Jiarui has not figured out how he offended Ji Rong that night.

Ji Rong took the cue handed over by the caddy, "I'm not angry." ”

Hearing Ji Rong say this, Zhuo Jiarui breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although Ji Rong is elusive, he rarely lies, and if he says that he is not angry, then he is really not angry.

In Ji Rong's opinion, that night was really not angry, but the sudden irritability and lack of interest still feel inexplicable when I think about it now.

Zhuo Jiarui took the club and chased after him, walking side by side with him.

"Hey, President Jida."

Usually, Zhuo Jiarui will call him that, most of them are asking for him.

"Speak!"

Ji Rong swung his rod and hit the ball out.

"What's your little secretary's phone, I want to ask her out for a meal!"