Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6687 Know Grace (11)

After Ji Changmu left the hospital, he helped Yang Shuzheng get back her custom-made cheongsam, and bought some specialties of Bincheng along the way, especially the fruit candy.

When he got home, he found that Yan Jia had come to his house to drink tea at some time, sitting in a serious manner, tasting all kinds of tea in front of him, without treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Yanga, I'll be back in New York in two days."

"Anthracene, then I will return to Lancheng in two days."

"Ah."

"The cheongsam box in your hand is from the Yuxiangfang shop, right? I've heard of it. The cheongsam production process here is ancient and complicated. Many people like to order dresses and wedding dresses, but most people can't afford it, and they can't order it." .”

"My mother's."

"I know, open it and see?"

"I don't move her things."

"I guess it's a dress. Maybe it was made for your wedding. I can tell that she really wants you to get married. The sooner the better."

"It has nothing to do with you." Ji Changmu didn't bother to talk to him, and handed the box and the gift bag in his hand to the servant.

"I'm going to accompany the old man to the capital in a few days to support the old man. He said that he invited some bigwigs in the financial circle to dinner. Tsk, he's not afraid that I will ruin his position."

"You still have to go where you should go."

"In the financial circle... Do you recognize a big boss with a head and a face?"

"Tell me."

"Mr. Mu of Huixing Bank, Mr. Shen of Hairong Investment Bank, Mr. Wang of the Wang Group, Mr. Ou of the Qiao Group... I can't remember the others. I haven't even heard of these big guys. But, isn't it a waste of time to take me there?"

Hearing the Qiao Group, Ji Changmu's eyes were stained with deep meaning.

He naturally knew that it was Qiao's in the capital, but for this kind of dinner, Qiao's willingness to show her face was already very face-saving, even though he was a vice president.

"It's quite pitiful for such a face-saving old man to nod and bow his head and smile in front of the bosses. To be honest, I don't want to live like him at all. After all my life, that's all I've done."

"Don't be willful, you don't have the capital to be willful."

"I know I don't have the capital. If I had the capital, I wouldn't be where I am today... Lao Ji, if I end up on the street in the future, remember to feed me and don't ignore me."

Ji Changmu glanced at him, and didn't bother to talk to him.

Ji Changmu also had dinner at noon, he was not at home with Yan Jia, and asked the driver to drive away.

I drank some wine at noon, and was coaxed by several bosses in Bincheng to drink a few more glasses. This group of people knew that he was famous in New York and wanted him to come to Bincheng for investment.

Ji Changmu didn't know how to invest in this city at all, so he said a few perfunctory words, smoked a cigarette, and drank a few glasses of wine.

After drinking too much, Ji Changmu's eyes became more ink-stained, his face was covered with a layer of frost-like coldness, his thin lips were pursed, his eyes were intense, and he said nothing.

When the drinking party was over, he was also half drunk, sitting alone in the car smoking a cigarette, and asked the driver to drive the car to the outskirts of no one.

In this season, the flowers are blooming bustlingly, but his heart is not bustling. His desolate heart seems to be deeply and heavily strangled by powerful branches, which cannot be relieved by smoking or alcohol.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom, and his eyes were full of red.

However, most of the cherry blossoms have thanked at this time, and only some late cherry blossoms are still in bloom.

Ji Changmu stood outside the car door wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone, revealing a beautiful neck, but his body was full of alcohol and the smell of cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)