He only had one thing to ask her, news about her mother.
After a pause of the fingertips, the strings trembled, which were transmitted to the palm of the hand, and the numbness spread to the heart.
She swept over and answered the call, Pei Qingji on the other end of the phone looked at the man sitting loose on the sofa, with an expression of the same expression: "Little junior sister, I have obtained the information of Hongyu. When will it be convenient for you to meet me, I will leave it to you."
"I can do time, it depends on your convenience." Lian Li pressed the strings and used force unconsciously. The thin strings pressed a white line of fingers, and then turned slightly red and swollen again.
The God of Wealth, who was lying at her feet, pulled down the hem of her hanging skirt before she let go of her hand.
"Tomorrow afternoon, the location will be sent to you," Pei Qingji said.
Lian Li blinked and answered.
She hung up the phone, and she was still a little dazed.
Every time she had a clue, she was like this. While she was worried, she was almost finding her worries, what could she do if she found her worries.
I want to find it, but I am afraid of the ambivalence of finding it. The obsession with finding her mother is like the white pear blossoms blown off the wind on the treetops, covering the entire hill in her heart unknowingly.
Lian Li tried to gather his thoughts and played the piano. When he put his fingertips on, he was scratched by the strings again.
The blood beads overflowed from the wound, brightly red, like the two red jades, stinging the eyes.
The God of Wealth pulled her skirt and saw that her soul was indifferent as if she was out of her body, so she increased her strength.
Lian Li finally looked down at it: "What's wrong."
The God of Wealth continued to bite her skirt, as if she wanted to take her wherever she could go. Lian Liji slowly blinked his eyelashes and did not move: "Don't make a fuss."
He couldn't pull her, and the God of Wealth looked depressed, so he let go of her skirt and ran away. Come back in a moment, come back in a moment, with the medicine box in your mouth.
Seeing this, Lian Li put down the cello, touched its big head with his other hand, and murmured to himself: "I don't know if I can find it this time."
The heart seems to be held in my hand, and joy, tension, anxiety and fear are born from it. Faced with unknown important things, it seems that fear is always greater than joy.
In the courtyard, the garden is filled with the laughter and joy of children, and Princess Pei Xixi is playing with her friends.
Opposite the corridor pavilion are the red rosewood doors and windows of the study.
The flowering period of the locust trees on both sides of the yard has not passed, and the new branches are facing the wind, and countless white petals are flying down, as if a fragrant snow rain is falling.
Jin Shiyue leaned against the back of the chair, and his slender and distinctive hand was casually turning the pen - this pen was customized for him by Lian Li for his money.
Pei Qingji picked up the kraft paper thread-sewn document bag on the coffee table in front of him, took out the documents inside, and glanced roughly.
He raised his eyes and looked at the lazy and careless young master Jin: "You are rich by using 2.1% of the shares to help her find someone."
Jin Shiyue's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and when he mentioned a person's thin lips, he couldn't help but curl up: "He is ruthless."
"What are you doing to her?" Pei Qingji was rarely curious.
He thought he would get a serious answer.
Unexpectedly, Jin Shiyue's tone was dispersed and he slowly spit out a word: "Heart."
“…”
In June, Pei Qingji got goosebumps. He has never regretted it for so many years, except for now he regrets talking too much.
Pei Qingji placed the documents on the coffee table, held the tea cup, and tasted the tea.
"Doing good deeds without leaving a name is not in line with your style."
"You don't understand." Jin Shiyue used a pen and signed the document with a dragon and phoenix, without raising his eyes, "The old man has never had a girlfriend."
Pei Qingji smiled softly: "Is it okay for junior sister to be grateful to you?" "She can thank you today and to others tomorrow." Jin Shiyue said indifferently.
Love that brings good feelings to the heart from gratitude may be considered a relationship, but it does not last long.
After hearing this, Pei Qingji was silent for a few moments, and then said for a moment: "What do you say between the Zhong family and the Lu family?"
"What can I say? I'll still do that." Jin Shiyue signed the documents and put them forward.
Back then, the Zhong family and Duan family were married to resist the Jin family's forces. Now the Jin family is digging out information about the Zhong family, but no one dares to say anything.
However, it is not easy to dig out the internal information of powerful families without knowing it.
Those people have sensitive identities and their data are strictly encrypted and no one can spy on them.
After chatting for a while, Jin Shiyue stood up gracefully, hooked his fingers up the coat on the back of the sofa, and put it on his arms casually, and said to Pei Qingji: "Don't make her sad."
Pei Qingji nodded: "I know the right way."
On this side, Lian Li bandaged his fingers with a Band-Aid patch, half lying on the sofa, holding his iPad to watch the repertoire of Lu Dieyi's special violin concert.
She promised to be the assistant guest and had to understand the process and the music.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
After almost the same browsing, Jin Shiyue came back from outside, with a little white shirt and black trousers, and the hem of the shirt was tucked into his pants, outlining his superior figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist, tall, thin and upright figure.
Lian Li looked up, his eyes met with the man ten steps away in mid-air.
He stood there, and when he saw her looking over, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Come here to welcome your boyfriend home."
When he got home, he wanted someone to welcome him, so why didn’t he set off fireworks to celebrate?
Lian Li complained in his heart, but he still got up and walked over.
Jin Shiyue watched her approach step by step, opened her arms at the right time, and even threw herself into his chest, hugging each other in his arms.
The uneasiness in her heart seemed to have been reduced by a warm and strong hug.
Jin Shiyue's chin was placed on Lian Li's head, smelling the faint fragrance emitted from her strands of hair, and his arms tightened her waist.
"I will fly to the Shanghai Stock Exchange tonight." His voice came from the top of his head.
Lian Li put his arms around Jin Shiyue, his cheeks pressed against his chest through the Jinggui comfortable fabric, and he heard this and said "yes".
Her reaction was light and light, which made Jin Shiyue's eyebrows fold, tightened her waist, picked up the person and placed it on the table.
There are valuable antique vases on the table, and Lian Li is worried that it will break and dare not move. Fresh Floyd roses were inserted in the vase, and the petals swept across her hair like feathers, sliding like nothing.
"What's wrong?" Lian Li looked at Jin Shiyue so he didn't understand. She sat on the table, her gaze was slightly higher than him.
Jin Shiyue's two long legs pressed between her legs, supporting one hand on the cold and thick tabletop, and holding her slender waist in the other hand. He raised his eyelids slightly and asked:
"You're just reacting to your boyfriend if you want to leave?"
"What's the reaction?" Lian Li asked, "Do you learn from Meng Jiangnu and cry in the Great Wall?"
In the mythological story, Meng Jiangnu is loyal to love. With her longing and concern for her husband, she resolutely decided to embark on the road to finding her husband.
Jin Shiyue is living well, and Lian Li will not go to the Shanghai Stock Exchange to look for him.
Jin Shiyue stood in front of her, staring at her clear and bright eyes.
cry? He couldn't bear to let her cry.
Jin Shiyue put one hand on her waist, holding Xingdian's black pupils and smiled: "I said I don't want me to leave." (The end of this chapter)