The National Director is Mr. Perfect

In fact, Jun Ci was deliberately teasing Jiang Yi.

"Not that much."

She reduced some important information about her affairs, and did not tell Jiang Yi that her mother was from an upper-class American family.

It may be complicated to just describe the situation as his mother's family.

Complicated is nothing more than a situation where there are more illegitimate children.

"How did you find out about this? Is there evidence to prove it?"

Jiang Yi's question is more cautious, mainly because he hopes that Junci can investigate it clearly.

Junci nodded: "It just needs evidence to support it. The news is passed to me by friends in the business field."

Jiang Yi thought for a while: "Do you need my help?"

Jun Ci cast a glance at Jiang Yi, using the art of speaking, "Not for the time being."

Not for the time being, it made Jiang Yi more acceptable than just refusing.

As expected, Jiang Yi stopped asking, and didn't think it was bad. Instead, he thought in a daze, "Actually, I'm very curious about what your parents would look like, and how did you give birth to a gangster like you..."

Speaking too quickly, the little **** almost blurted out the words.

In Jun Ci's suddenly cold vision, Jiang Yi looked at him and kept the last word on the tip of his tongue without saying it.

Jun Ci had long known that Jiang Yi had changed his notes to a little bastard, and Jiang Yi was a **** on his mobile phone anyway.

Count the two sides tied.

"I went in to sleep."

The atmosphere began to stagnate, and Junci decided to go to sleep.

"Oh...then, good night."

Jiang Yi did not make any shocking demands. He heard Jun Ci saying that he was going to sleep. Although he was a little bit reluctant, he still said goodnight.

"good night."

The young man pursed his lips and entered the bedroom in a good mood.

Jiang Yi waved at Jun Ci's back, and then he touched his chin and thought.

Even if I started to fall in love with Jun Ci?

Ok……

No difference from usual Mao.

*

Early in the morning, Jun Ci got up and opened the door and saw a tragedy happening in the living room.

Jiang Yi took the traction rope and wanted to put it around the piano's neck, so the piano dodged around, making a scream while hiding.

"Don't hide, I have said that I will send you back to Jiang's house today, whoever is here to take care of you, have a dog face!"

Jiang Yi scolded him as he cleaned up, and when he saw Junci's figure appear at the door, he raised his head subconsciously and said hello: "Good morning."

"Well, good morning!"

Jun Ci went over there and took the traction rope in Jiang Yi's hand, "Why don't you let Li Ma help you?"

The piano is now a thief, and Jiang Yi will definitely not let Jiang Yi touch it.

"Mum Li went out early in the morning. She will be away for two weeks and said she will fill the refrigerator for you."

When talking, Jun Ci put the traction rope around the piano's neck, and the piano was more obedient. Standing there, a pair of dog eyes looked at Jiang Yi with infinite contempt.

Obviously, Jiang Yi is no longer its owner at all.

Living in the hotbed of big bones and my own walking all day long, piano happily forgets the good days that I had not bad.

Jiang Yi looked at him, and a cold smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Piano, I'm not too young, and I haven't brought it to breeding. I really wronged it, so I find a chance to go to the pet hospital. Is the piano sterile?"

The sudden sharp turn caught the dog off guard.

Piano: "...Wow?!"

brute!