Let go of the past

At ten o'clock in the evening New York time, in The AviaryNYC restaurant on the 35th floor of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, in the semicircular booth near the window, Wei Ziming sat on one side with his legs crossed, and a special cocktail was held in a strangely shaped glass vessel. Dangling slowly in his hand, the other hand rests on the back of the deck, holds the phone by his ear, looks sideways at the beautiful night view of Manhattan outside the window, and chats leisurely with the person on the other end of the phone. talking.

"Sister," Wei Ziming chuckled to the person on the other end of the phone, his fox eyes narrowed naturally, he took a sip of the cocktail, licked the wine stains on his lower lip, and then continued slowly: "Are you sure you can?" ? You also know that Mr. Ji is not an ordinary person..."

Xie Jiaqi sneered back at the other end: "What? Want to play with me when things come to an end and raise prices? Wei Ziming," she snorted coldly, her tone was extremely cold in an instant: "You better stop your coquettish energy for me, don't think I don't know your dirty thoughts, Ji Bing is not someone like you to covet."

"Tsk," Wei Ziming switched his left leg to his right leg, looked at his own shadow on the glass window, and said with a faint smile, "Don't threaten me, I really won't do it if I can't keep it all."

"What did you say?" Xie Jiaqi roared over there.

Wei Ziming didn't seem to have received the other party's anger at all. He changed the topic and continued: "You are really interesting. I want to be the heroine, but I hide behind the scenes and count on me, a little bitch, to charge forward. Why? Could it be because of Ji Bing To you, can't you bring up sex at all?"

"Stop fucking nonsense." Xie Jiaqi spat: "If I can get away, it will be your turn? If this matter is not handled tonight, Wei Ziming, you know what the consequences will be."

"I'm afraid." Wei Ziming took another sip of the wine, gently shaking the glass with his arms on his knees, and said meaningfully: "So women are really troublesome, because they are born with a uterus."

"Oh, women are so lucky, precisely because they have a uterus."

Wei Ziming put down his legs, stood up from the booth, and walked towards the bar with his glass in hand.

"Then I want to congratulate you in advance," Wei Ziming put the wine glass on the bar counter, winked at the blond bartender, looked at the other's instantly flushed cheeks, raised the corners of his mouth, turned and walked towards the restaurant exit Go, "Future Mrs. Ji."

Suddenly someone rang the doorbell of the suite. Ji Bing stood up from the sofa, walked to the door and opened it. Wei Ziming stood outside with a smile, shaking a bottle of 30-year-old Glenfiddich in his hand, and said straight to the point: "The bar is the best place to go!" Here, two glasses?"

Ji Bing silently stared at the impeccable expression on his face for a moment, if it was the past, what awaited Wei Ziming at the next moment would probably be a merciless rejection.However, by coincidence, Ji Bing really needed some alcohol numbness at this moment, to help him clear away the earth-shattering and chaotic thoughts in his mind before dawn.

Therefore, Ji Bing paused, turned his head and walked into the house, and said lightly behind him: "Come in."

Wei Ziming's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Then he walked into the room, pushed his back lightly, and the door closed with a click.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Wei Ziming walked to the living room, ready to press the switch.

"No need to drive." Ji Bing stopped him, "It's fine."

Wei Ziming paused, raised his eyebrows the next moment, turned and walked in the opposite direction, "Then I'll go get the cup."

The golden liquid swayed faintly from the mouth of the bottle into the square glass wine glass below, and then was reflected in colorful colors by the light outside the window.

Wei Ziming picked up two glasses of wine, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, handed one to Ji Bing, then took a sip himself, put down the glass, and sighed with enjoyment: "Good wine and beautiful scenery, if there are more beauties by your side, then the It’s really going to be unforgettable in this lifetime.”

Ji Bing turned a deaf ear to it, picked up the wine glass and drank half of it in one gulp, put it down and swayed habitually, put his other hand in his trouser pocket, quietly looking at the distant scenery.

"Mr. Ji," Wei Ziming chatted unabated, "You don't seem to be in a good mood, what's bothering you?"

Ji Bing glanced at him, and said calmly: "Living in a foreign land is naturally nostalgic."

Wei Ziming smiled, turned his eyes back and looked out the window together, and said slowly, "Is it homesickness or peoplesickness?"

Ji Bing took another sip from his wine glass, ignored his question, turned to him and asked, "How long have you been in the company?"

Wei Ziming thought for half a second, and answered him, "It's been more than two months, and the probationary period hasn't passed yet." He turned to look at Ji Bing, and said with a smile, "What? Is Boss Ji thinking about formally hiring me in advance? "

Ji Bing smiled, and finally turned his head to look at him, but his eyes were indifferent, and said to him: "No, I'm considering firing you."

"Is that so," Wei Ziming said with a smile, "Is there something I did wrong?"

"Do things so-so." Ji Bing shook his wine glass and said slowly: "The most important thing is that I personally dislike you very much."

"Then it looks like I'll be fired, it's a certainty."

Ji Bing loosened the collar of his shirt, drank the wine in one gulp, and said to him, "Don't worry, at least wait until you return to China."

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Ji for his generosity first."

Ji Bing turned around, put the wine glass on the dining table, rubbed his temples, looked up at Wei Ziming, "You..."

Holding a wine glass, Wei Ziming stood gracefully by the window and watched him.

Ji Bing finally realized that something was wrong, even if it was Glenfiddich for 30 years, it would not be so high, unless there was something else in the wine.

"Wei Ziming!" Ji Bing supported the table with one hand, his whole body began to burn hot, his lower body reacted uncontrollably, but his limbs gradually became limp, his eyes shot out raging anger, and he stared at the other party: "Who sent you here?"

"You will know later." Wei Ziming approached him with a smile, leaned over suddenly, touched Ji Bing's generous chest with his cold palm, then raised his glass and poured the rest of the wine on his face on the chest.

"President Ji," Wei Ziming reached out to touch his chin, his eyes showed a look of intoxication, and said with a sigh: "If I were not a straight man, I might, really, have a hearty and hearty sex with you." Xing love."

Beijing time, around one o'clock in the afternoon, at a private hospital in S City.

The ward where Uncle Li was staying was cleaned up, and the traces of the old man's last period of existence in this world were also buried deep in the past timeline with his departure.

Gu Xien pushed open the door of the ward, and said to Li Ziqing who was sitting on the sofa: "Let's go, the certificates are ready, let's go to the funeral home."

Li Ziqing's body trembled uncontrollably, and he slowly turned his head to look at Gu Xi'en. After being in a daze for a moment, he stood up and replied dryly: "Okay."

Gu Xien and Li Ziqing walked down the stairs of the hospital one after the other. The escort vehicle outside the hospital had already stopped at the door, and the nurses were pushing Uncle Li's body into the car. Li Ziqing suddenly stopped and looked at the hospital from a distance. The stretcher was pushed into the car inch by inch, and the eyes were closed, but tears could still flow from the dry eyes.

Gu Xi'en reached out to wrap his arms around Li Ziqing's body, patted his arm heavily, turned his head and said to Huang Jingzhi behind him, "Come and drive later."

Huang Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions, and nodded: "Oh, good." After speaking, as if thinking of something, he took out the mobile phone with a broken screen from his pocket, handed it to Li Ziqing, and said to him: "I Tried it, it still works, so take it first.”

Li Ziqing reached out to take it, and said lightly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Huang Jingzhi said, and immediately added another sentence: "If you don't want to talk to people, don't talk to them. If you block and delete them, you can sever the relationship. Why is it so extreme?"

Li Ziqing glanced at him with an indifferent expression, but still nodded.

"Let's go." Gu Xi'en reminded: "The hospital's car is about to leave, we have to follow behind, we can't let Uncle Li not see us."

A few minutes later, the hospital's escort vehicle slowly drove out of the gate, followed by a silver-gray BMW 740. The two vehicles, one in front of the other, drove out of the asphalt road lined with huge sycamores on both sides, and drove up to the busy main road in the urban area. Road, heading towards the funeral parlor at the other end of the city.

Wei Ziming exited the hotel room door, holding a glass test tube in his hand, shaking the milky white liquid inside, then curled his mouth, turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor while taking out his mobile phone and making a call.

"It's done?" As soon as the phone was connected, I heard Xie Jiaqi eagerly asking for confirmation.

"It's done." Wei Ziming didn't hold back, and said bluntly: "I'm going to the airport now, the survival rate of this thing outside the body is too low, I have to send you the child non-stop."

"It's really yours." After the matter was completed, Xie Jiaqi was overjoyed, and changed her previous indulgent attitude, "Don't worry, when I confirm that there is no problem, you will not lose any of the benefits mentioned earlier."

"If there is a problem, there will be no second time." Wei Ziming said with some lingering fears: "You don't know, the way Ji Bing looked at me just now made me feel like a dead person."

"Don't worry, he can't find you." Xie Jiaqi said with a smile, "How could he have thought that your name is not Wei Ziming at all?"

"That's right," Wei Ziming seemed to be dazzled suddenly, walked to the elevator, and said slowly while pressing the down button: "There are tens of thousands of people with the same name and surname, how could he guess that Wei Ziming is not actually Wei Ziming Woolen cloth?"

Xie Jiaqi suddenly let out a meaningful chuckle, but did not continue to say anything, only said at last: "Have a nice cooperation."

Wei Ziming walked into the elevator and replied flatly: "It's a happy cooperation."

The author has something to say: Ji Bing: Qingqing, I accidentally made an illegitimate child outside.

Li Ziqing: Take your illegitimate son and go to outer space to eat shit.