As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

There were several familiar faces. Although Zhang Ping was not among them, one of them was the bodyguard who was strangled by him in the hospital bathroom.

He put the cash under the coffee cup, opened the glass door calmly, lowered the sun hat, and returned to the way he came as if nothing happened.

When he turned a corner at the intersection, he looked around and unexpectedly saw Yuan Xi's widow Luo Qingqing who was pale at the intersection.

She had a belly that was about to give birth, her short hair was messed up by the autumn wind, water dripped from her eyes from time to time, and her lips were pale.

Ji Jingchi looked at her in surprise.

Luo Qingqing had just crossed the road when the sound of speeding vehicles rang in her ears. She closed her eyes, opened her arms, and was suddenly pulled back. After severe dizziness, she opened her tearful eyes and saw who it was with a blurred vision. Pull her back.

"It's you……"

"Sister-in-law." Ji Jingchi looked around, fearing that someone would find out. He was about to leave, but Luo Qingqing grabbed his arm.

"Shengyi, why are you here?" The emotions in Luo Qingqing's eyes changed several times, and she asked sadly, "Why did Lao Yuan disappear?"

Ji Jingchi stopped a taxi casually, and they boarded the car. Luo Qingqing covered her face, her tears slipped down her fingers, and she kept choking.

After a long while, she took the tissue that Jing Chi handed over, her eyes were red, and her voice was a little stagnant, "Good intentions... I don't understand why he suddenly can't think about it when he's so good."

Tears kept rolling in her eyes as she spoke, dripping from time to time.

"In the past three years since you left the company, Lao Yuan hasn't had a single day of life. He seems to be insane, and he suffers from insomnia. I saw him sitting by the bed several times, looking at the glass window and wondering what he was thinking. , I asked him to see a doctor, but he refused to go no matter what he said. I asked the people in the company, and they all said that Lao Yuan was just under too much pressure. He usually looked normal, but where did he get the pressure from? I don't understand...

Kindness, I don't understand why he jumped off the building, hasn't he thought that I am still pregnant with his child, and the due date is next month, how could he have the heart, how could he have the heart to abandon me and the child. "

Ji Jingchi hesitated for a while, but stopped talking.

Luo Qingqing looked at him with tears in her eyes, "You know that, right? You were there that day, weren't you?"

"Sister-in-law, I do know a little bit about this matter." Ji Jingchi gently pulled off Luo Qingqing's fingers that were tightly clenched on him, speaking in an extremely soft and slow tone, "Yuan Xi has a safe in the bedroom at home, and a file bag Press it under the wooden box."

Luo Qingqing cleaned up Yuan Xi's belongings recently. She should have seen the file bag. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and choked up: "I thought it was something in his company. I haven't opened it."

Ji Jingchi sighed: "That bag is pawning notes and a few antique watches."

Luo Qingqing's eyes widened in astonishment, "Old Yuan...does he owe money?"

Three years ago, Yuan Xi owed a gambling debt in Macau, and Song Qinyi turned to the creditor to buy Yuan Xi's debt, which was later used as a bargaining chip for him to blackmail Yuan Xi.

After Yan Shengyi was sold by Yuan Xi, the gambling debt should be written off, but Yuan Xi didn't know what kind of crazy he was, so he went to Macau to gamble again, and this time he lost more than last time.

And this debt, even if Yuan Xi's family and the company he and Yan Shengyi founded, would not be enough to fill it up.

Luo Qingqing slowly came back to her senses, and looked at Jing Chi with an uncertain expression: "That file bag... Ou Baiqing came over today and took that file bag away..."

Having said this, Luo Qingqing suddenly lost her voice, and her tears became more violent, "It turns out...it turns out to be like this."

She is a very smart woman, and there are many things that need not be explained.

Ji Jingchi looked out the window, the taxi was passing the long bridge, Luo Qingqing asked the driver to stop.

Ji Jingchi looked at her pale complexion, touched his pocket with one hand, and handed the money that Li Rui gave her, "Sister-in-law, you have to look forward when you live."

The corners of Luo Qingqing's eyes were red, and she walked away in despair holding the money.

Not long after she got out of the car, Ji Jingchi asked the driver to put him at the next intersection.

He doesn't smoke often, but he always feels that the smoke is swallowed into his lungs, and there is a burning feeling.

Now that he smoked half a pack, he leaned against the tree and coughed for a long time, almost coughing up tears.

He didn't reach Luo Yizhou's residence until it was almost night.

It was already very dark in the room, and the afterglow of the street lamps spread on the ground, reflecting the afterimages of the branches and leaves.

He didn't hear anyone in the house, so he thought Luo Yizhou wasn't there.

Walking to the door of his room, he could see a shadowy figure on the bed.

He turned on the light, the little lunatic was still sleeping, and he walked to the bed.

The fever has subsided a lot, and the forehead is not so hot.

He withdrew his hand.

The little lunatic opened his eyes immediately, his eyes were clear, he didn't look like someone who just slept, his injured hand rested on the side of the bed, and said in a soft voice: "I'm back."

Taking a closer look, Ji Jingchi noticed a fine layer of sweat on Luo Yizhou's forehead, and he joked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Unexpectedly, the little lunatic was a real person, and he really let out a "huh".

Ji Jingchi went to the bathroom and twisted a wet towel over, lifted him up from the bed to wipe his sweat, the little lunatic wanted to do it by himself, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

He reckoned that Luo Yizhou should also be sweating, and sleeping with sticky clothes would make him uncomfortable, but he was still sick and couldn't take a bath, so he got up and helped Luo Yizhou find clean clothes, and helped him change his clothes. down.

Most of Luo Yizhou's clothes are loose casual clothes, which don't show off his figure very much, and it's only after he takes them off that he realizes that his skin is fine.

Last time, the bathroom was steaming and the light was dim, so he didn't look at it very carefully. Now he wiped off the cold sweat on his neck and held it in his hand. Ji Jingchi felt that even if he held the mutton fat jade in his hand, it was nothing more than that. up.

Luo Yizhou lay reclining on the bed, looked back at him suddenly, his eyes were a little puzzled, and then silently looked away.

It is easy to take off, but it is obviously a difficult problem for the waiter to put on the clothes at the moment.

The two of them had no tacit understanding at all, Ji Jingchi was careful not to touch his badly injured hand, and asked him to raise it high.

While he was in a hurry, there was a damn sound of a key being inserted into the lock at the door.

"Brother! Your favorite sister is here to see you!"

Lu Xiaoxi walked briskly to the door.

Soon the bedroom door was pushed open.

Jing Chi had just put on Luo Yizhou's shirt, turned around, and met Lu Xiaoxi's eyes.

Lu Xiaoxi and Luo Yizhou are half brothers and sisters, so in terms of appearance, there is no similarity at all.

But after getting along for a long time, the behavior will be contaminated with each other's breath, so although they don't look alike, at first glance, they will feel that their expressions are somewhat similar.

Lu Xiaoxi, who was carrying a canvas bag, looked between him and Luo Yizhou with a look of surprise.

Ji Jingchi was worried that Luo Yizhou would go crazy and dare to say anything, so he introduced himself first: "I'm your brother's friend. He's sick. I'll take care of him."

He said and smiled slightly at Lu Xiaoxi: "My surname is Yan, and I am a few years older than your brother. Can you call me Brother Yan?"

Ji Jingchi had Yan Shengyi's face on his face. Although the screenwriter favored Song Qinyi everywhere, as the absolute hero of the show, Yan Shengyi's appearance was naturally at the top level.

He saw Lu Xiaoxi obviously stunned for a moment.

With Lu Xiaoxi's character of walking sideways towards the inside and being cowardly towards the outside, in an instant the upper body of a lady was put down, the hands of the canvas bag were put down, and she yelled reservedly and jerky: "Brother Yan".

After she finished speaking, she looked at Luo Yizhou a little timidly, and then found that Luo Yizhou looked sick, "Brother, are you sick?" She leaned forward and put her hand on Luo Yizhou's forehead. temperature.

Ji Jingchi left the two of them alone, carrying the dirty clothes for the little lunatic, went to the balcony and threw them into the washing machine for stirring.

He stood on the balcony for 10 minutes after the clothes were stirred up, and now as soon as his mind is free, he can't help recalling the scene of Yuan Xi's death, and the back view of Qingqing walking farther and farther away.

He took out the cigarette case and smoked two in a row. The smell of cigarettes lingered on the tip of his nose, and the indescribable oppressive feeling in his heart gradually faded away.

Feeling hungry after all, he ran outside all day and hadn’t had a proper meal yet, so he brushed the cigarette ash off his sleeves, went to the kitchen and put on an apron to cook.

The ingredients in the refrigerator haven't been touched much, what it was like in the morning, and what it is now, it seems that Luo Yizhou really hasn't got out of bed to look for food since he left in the morning.

He picked out a cabbage, collected the leftover rice and so on, touched two eggs, and planned to fry an egg fried rice.

10. Chapter 10

Lu Xiaoxi has short hair, and her dressing style is very different from her brother's. The combination of a light blue T-shirt and one-piece jeans makes her look clean and smart.

She is one year younger than Luo Yizhou, she is just a freshman after the summer vacation, and she has a naive student spirit.

It was probably sun-tanned during military training, and there is a clear dividing line of skin color on the neck and collarbone.

She picked up the rice grains of fried rice with eggs, and first politely praised Xia Ji Jingchi's fried rice, probably because she thought that one should not treat one more favorably than another, so she also blew her brother's rainbow fart, and started the conversation in a seemingly casual tone: "But brother, you The chicken noodle soup I made last time was also delicious, so I’ll pack that.”

Lu Xiaoxi's eyes sparkled when he spoke.

However, Ji Jingchi's focus is on the chicken noodle soup she mentioned.

That bowl of noodles was actually made by Luo Yizhou?

It was really hard for Ji Jingchi to associate that bowl of bland chicken noodle soup with Luo Yizhou's dark cuisine.

But on second thought, if he had known that the bowl of noodles was made by Luo Yizhou, he might feel indigestible even if he ate it in his stomach.

He set his sights on Luo Yizhou.

When the little madman is not mad,