Divorced, still making trouble?

When he woke up the next morning, Ji Mingzhe lifted the quilt and took a look. Qiu Ye's injury was more terrifying than last night. His skin had turned purple, and the raised ridges covered his entire back and body. waist hip.

Ji Mingzhe took the remaining half bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray from last night, and sprayed it down from Qiu Ye's shoulder blades.

The cold medicinal liquid covered the hot skin, Qiu Ye's eyelashes trembled, and he woke up slowly from his sleepiness.

"Don't put on your clothes and get out of bed today, and don't take a bath. Whatever you want to eat, let Uncle Liu bring it to you." Ji Mingzhe said.

Qiu Ye snorted, buried his face in the pillow, and didn't want to talk to him.

Ji Mingzhe grabbed his wrist again, sprayed twice on the area where the handcuffs were worn out, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Twenty minutes later, he was fully dressed and stood beside the bed, saying, "I'm going to work, you should have a good rest."

Qiu Ye didn't say a word, and turned the back of his head to him, as if expressing displeasure with every strand of raised hair.

Ji Mingzhe pushed down his glasses, turned around and went out the door, the driver stepped on it, parked the car, and waited outside.

There was a very important meeting to be held in the morning. When Ji Mingzhe arrived at the office, he turned on his work computer, sorted out the contents of the meeting, and then logged into the company intranet with an account password.

The account number and password were all stolen by him secretly, and belonged to a high-level person in the company.

But soon the password prompts an error.

Ji Mingzhe's gaze behind the lens froze slightly. The other party either found something abnormal and changed the password, or he was very cautious and had the habit of changing the password every now and then.

Sitting in the office chair, Ji Mingzhe calmly recalled whether his previous investigations had left any traces, causing the other party to be vigilant?

Just as he was thinking about it, the assistant knocked on the door, walked in in a little panic, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ji, the people from the Audit Bureau came suddenly in the morning and said they wanted to check the company's accounts."

Hearing this, Ji Mingzhe slowly let go of the hand pinching his eyebrows.

"The audit came to check?" Qiu Ye frowned, got up from the bed, walked to the bathroom barefoot, then closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with the company's accounts?"

"I don't know yet, don't worry, I'll inquire again." The person on the other end of the phone said.

"Ever since my rights were emptied and the group was controlled by Ji's father and son, I always felt that there was something wrong with the company. I tried to trick people into the core layer to check the situation, but they didn't succeed. Now the auditor came to the door and explained it. It has already been targeted by the public." Qiu Ye said in a deep voice.

"Not necessarily, it may be a routine inspection."

The expression on Qiu Ye's face was not so optimistic, "Uncle, my intuition is not very good."

He Wenyuan on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and said, "Now we can only wait and see what happens. No matter what, you can't let Ji Mingzhe find out that you have been investigating the Qiu family."

Qiu Ye hummed, and after hanging up the phone, his handsome face became a little dull.

When the Qiu family was taken away back then, what Ji Mingzhe said was that he wanted him to be an idler, only eating dividends, and best not to bother about anything else.

Qiu Ye complied with his wishes, on the surface he spent his money and money every day, and ate and waited to die, but secretly he kept cultivating his own power, in order to regain the Qiu family one day and compete with Ji Haodong.

Although now it seems that he and Ji Haodong are completely different people, unless the other party is caught or dies one day, or he also steps into the underworld, otherwise he will never be able to fight against the murderous demon.

But Qiu Ye didn't think about giving up, he could put in a hundred times of effort, and he could patiently wait for the right time, but what if there was an accident in the Qiu family, why couldn't he wait any longer?

Qiu Ye gripped the phone hard, for some reason, he was very flustered.

It was as if something was going to happen in the dark.

However, daydreaming has no benefit other than making people anxious. Qiu Ye suppressed the palpitations forcibly, put the phone aside, and went to the sink to wipe his face.

He was only wearing a bath towel, his buttocks and thighs were so swollen that he couldn't even wear his underwear. Thinking of the humiliation of last night, Qiu Ye gritted his teeth and greeted the eighteen generations of Ji Mingzhe's ancestors in his heart.

Then he came out of the bathroom, opened the drawer of the bedside table, found the shackle that Ji Mingzhe locked him last night, went to another place to find a small knife, and lay down on the bed again.

When the butler came in with a prepared lunch, he saw Qiu Ye was using a knife to remove the thin iron chain from the shackles.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper couldn't help but twitched his eyes, and couldn't help asking, "Young Master Qiu, are you...?"

Qiu Ye raised his head and snorted, twirling the dagger around his fingertips, and said sinisterly, "You said stabbing to death with a knife, strangling to death with an iron chain, would that be a better way to die?"

Hearing this, the housekeeper's face froze, "This..."

"I think it's more appropriate to tie him up with a chain first, and then bleed him with a knife. What do you think?" Qiu Ye said again.

The housekeeper's face was earthy, his lips were murmured for a long time, but he didn't dare to speak, he put the plate on the bedside table in fear, "Young Master Qiu, eat first, I'll go down and get you dessert."

Seeing the butler running away with oil on his feet, Qiu Ye snorted coldly, and continued to fiddle with the iron chain in his hand. What Ji Mingzhe did to him last night, he will definitely pay back twice as much tonight.

But at night, Ji Mingzhe didn't go home.

The housekeeper came out and told Ji Mingzhe what he saw in the bedroom. Ji Mingzhe was silent for a while and said, "I may not come back tonight, so I will make him something light at night. The Yunnan Baiyao spray at home is gone, go buy it." Give him two bottles."

"Okay, I see." The housekeeper responded one by one.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Mingzhe took off the bluetooth headset and sat in the office chair with a gloomy expression on his face.

In the morning the auditor had to check the accounts, and at noon Ji Haodong called to see him.

Ji Mingzhe guessed that Ji Haodong's calling him should have something to do with this matter, but he couldn't guess what the other party wanted to do.

After get off work, Ji Mingzhe drove on the main road and headed towards the address given by the other party.

The car finally stopped in front of a small villa in the suburbs. Ji Mingzhe handed over the key to the bodyguard standing guard at the door, then walked around the garden in front and entered the living room.

"Master Mingzhe is here, you sit down first, Mr. Ji is upstairs, come down later."

Ji Mingzhe nodded to the middle-aged man who came up to him, sat down on the sofa without looking sideways, and waited silently.

Suddenly, a child ran tremblingly from the slanting spine, Ji Mingzhe's eyes moved, and he looked at him.

The child also tilted his head, looking at him curiously.

"Uncle." After a few seconds, he grinned and called out in a childish voice.

The identity of a child who can appear in Ji Haodong's house must be extraordinary. Ji Mingzhe's heart moved slightly. As soon as he had a guess, the man next to him smiled and said, "It's not called uncle, it should be called brother."

Then the man looked at Ji Mingzhe again, "The young master is Mr. Ji's child."

Ji Mingzhe, "..."

The child is about two or three years old. He is not very shy of strangers. He came over and climbed onto the sofa in a decent manner, then sat down, and stared at Ji Mingzhe.

Half an hour later, Ji Haodong called Ji Mingzhe, "Come up."

Ji Mingzhe stood up, went up the spiral staircase, entered the open study, and closed the door behind him.

Ji Haodong guessed that he was sleeping in front of him, but at the moment he was still wearing a nightgown and was lazily leaning on the massage chair.

"Father." Ji Mingzhe walked over and called out respectfully.

"The Qiu family can't stay anymore." Ji Haodong said.

Ji Mingzhe was taken aback for a moment, but didn't respond.

Looking at his pale face, Ji Haodong said slowly, "In a few days, when the police find the door, someone needs to be charged with all the crimes. That's Qiu Ye."

Ji Mingzhe didn't ask what happened to the group, what they did with the Qiu family, he just fell to his knees and said, "I beg my father to let him go."