Wealthy Families: There Is a Mysterious Wife

Looking at Shui Qingmo who was clearly lying, Chen Hebin hesitated to speak, lay on the sofa exhausted physically and mentally, raised his hand weakly, and said, "Your mother is not feeling well today and has already fallen asleep, so don't disturb her Yes! After waking up tomorrow morning, come to my study."

Shui Qingmo had been longing for a quick flash, and when he heard this, he immediately smiled: "Yes, Dad! Then I'll go up first."

"Go, go! Don't be too late talking on the phone, you are two people in one body now!"

"I know, Dad!" Shui Qingmo started happily, ran to the stairs and stopped, and said with a smile: "Dad, you should go to bed early too, good night!"

Watching his daughter Shui Qingmo leave, Chen Hebin sighed heavily.

Since her daughter's kidney transplant operation, life at home has never stopped.

The daughter's temperament has changed drastically, sometimes she is as strong and savage as normal, and sometimes she is gentle, kind, gentle and pleasant, which makes people feel intimidated.

Everyone is moody, but the daughter is neurotic.

Gradually, the daughter's nervousness basically settled down, and his wife Kang Yue began to make all kinds of troubles again, going to Ji's house every now and then to find trouble for Shui Lingyou under the guise of returning her son.

What is Jijia?

Ji's family is a ruthless character that he has worked hard day and night for 50 years and never dared to mess with.

If the wife does this, it is equivalent to hitting a stone with a pebble, thinking that her life is too long, but the family talks about it, enjoys it, and looks very fulfilled.

How can this keep him from worrying?

Not bad?

Not sad?

During the long night, Chen Hebin sat motionless on the sofa, and did not fall asleep until very late...

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, Ji Rufeng stood upright with his left hand in his trouser pocket. A pair of deep eyes like black jewels stared at the vehicles coming and going downstairs outside the window without blinking. No one saw his emotions.

"Ji Shao..."

Qin Peng pushed the door and walked in.

Before he took a few steps, he heard Ji Rufeng say, "Qin Peng, put the documents on the table, and I'll deal with them when I have time!"

"Ji Shao, you didn't eat much for dinner, do you want me to bring you some supper?"

"No need!" Ji Rufeng was silent for a few seconds, then said heavily: "I don't have any appetite! Go down first, I want to be alone!"

Qin Peng looked at Ji Rufeng's lonely and lost back and was silent for a long time before leaving the room helplessly.

Throughout the night, except for the one and a half hours of processing documents, the rest of the time was spent in front of the window, but it changed from standing to sitting.

When you are particularly sleepy, close your eyes and take a nap to recharge your batteries.

Qin Peng thought that Ji Rufeng must not be resting well, and originally planned to wake the boss up after eight o'clock, but what he did not expect was that the next day was not bright yet, and Ji Rufeng's mobile phone on the table It rang.

The moment the phone rang, Ji Rufeng almost jumped up from his chair and rushed over at a speed of [-] meters.

However, the moment the phone was connected, he was in a state of excitement as if he had fallen from heaven to the ground, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

It was not until I hung up the phone that I said: "I will show up on time!"

So, Qin Peng's cell phone rang soon after.

About half an hour later, Ji Rufeng's car appeared on the highway leading to the airport, just as the FM radio in the car announced the time.

It's exactly six o'clock.

Along the way, Ji Rufeng didn't speak a word.

Either look down at the file; or stare out the window in a daze, or close your eyes and meditate.

Qin Peng didn't want to guess Ji Rufeng's mood, because he was not the person involved, so he would never be able to guess all his moods.

They hurried to the airport not to receive the news of Shui Lingyou's departure, but to receive a call from Ji Chengwei saying that Ji Rufeng's biological mother's flight will land at the Capital International Airport in two and a half hours.

"Master Ji, Madam's itinerary..." Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, Qin Peng had no choice but to speak.

Ji Rufeng remained silent, and after a few seconds, he said calmly, "She must have brought her assistant with her. Just call a secretary from the secretary's room."

Qin Peng looked embarrassed: "Just transfer someone?"

After all, the person who came was the wife of the chairman, so it was a little unreasonable to dispatch someone casually. After careful consideration, he boldly said: "Why don't you let Misu arrange the itinerary for your wife, so that you can rest assured!"

Ji Rufeng didn't even think about it, and replied directly: "Killing a chicken with a sledgehammer is an overkill!"

Hearing the boss's description, Qin Peng couldn't help but pursed his lips and laughed.

These days, apart from the respected boss, I am afraid that there will never be another person who dares to directly use this allegory on his own mother.

Ji Rufeng lowered his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and said, "You kid, you can laugh loudly if you want to, lest you hold back any good or bad, I still have to feel sorry for you!"

Qin Peng finally found out that since he came back from playing Shui Lingyou, the boss has become more and more serious every day. It's nothing more than playing with him every few days, and now he's starting to tease him.

In order to live up to the boss's interest, as a qualified subordinate, he naturally had to cooperate wholeheartedly, and directly laughed out loud.

Ji Rufeng dropped the document in his hand, turned his face away, raised his hand and touched the back of Qin Peng's head, curled his lips into a smirk, and said very gently: "That's how you behave!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Qin Peng gave a shiver and got goosebumps all over his body.

However, the driver, who was concentrating on starting, almost couldn't hold back the "poof—" laugh, but fortunately, his driving skills were strong enough, and he didn't come to the brakes suddenly.

Ji Rufeng, as if nothing happened, suppressed his smile, turned around calmly, and continued to look down at the documents.

A few minutes later, the car drove into the underground parking lot of the airport.

A few seconds later, Ji Rufeng, wearing sunglasses and holding a bouquet of red carnations, got out of the car.

The airport staff who had been waiting here saw the VIP show up, and one of the middle-aged men bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Ji Shao, the old lady's flight will land on time in 10 minutes, and the dedicated passage has been opened, please come here! "

The corners of Ji Rufeng's lips curled up slightly, leaving behind the words "hard work!" and started abruptly.

Until the second before his mother appeared, he was in a good mood.

The reason for saying this is that the mother did not come back alone, but brought a little girl about 21 years old with her.

What made Ji Rufeng depressed was that this little girl didn't even have any sense of shame.

No, as soon as the person showed up, before he had time to say hello to his mother, the little girl was as happy as a flower and directly grabbed the flower in his hand and stuffed it into Qin Peng's hand, then stood on tiptoe as if no one was hugging him. neck.

Let's just hug her, and send a sweet kiss without his consent.

So, in less than a second, Qin Peng saw that Ji Rufeng's handsome face became as dark as black and as smelly as his eyes were as sharp as a sharp edge, as cold as a bone, shining like a black jewel There was a gloomy glint in his eyes.

"Brother Feng, I'm Xue'er, Mother Ji's goddaughter!"

Pan Xue's voice is very charming, if it were someone else, she would definitely enjoy such a beauty, but it is a pity that this person is not someone else, but Ji Rufeng who is not close to other women except Shui Lingyou, which makes her Qin Peng had to squeeze the girl into a cold sweat.