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Chapter 35 I Thought You Made Me a Vase

Chapter 35 I Thought You Made Me a Vase
Ji Xiancheng is not at all similar to Ji Boyan, but his appearance is not bad, his appearance is a bit more regular, his face is square, and his face is serious, he looks like those old-fashioned teachers in ancient schools.

"It's still working time, do you have any sense of responsibility?"

Ji Boyan's phoenix eyes were bent, the corners of his lips curled slightly, his voice was unhurried, and what he said was ironic: "Responsibility? I thought that my elder brother asked me to stay in Ji's just to make me a vase."

The employees below wanted to laugh, but had to hold back.

Although Ji Boyan's words sound narcissistic, judging from his appearance, he is indeed a vase.

Besides, Ji Xiancheng never let him get in touch with the core things, he was just a manager in Ji's name.

But Ji Boyan doesn't care, he spends three days fishing and two days drying the net, enjoying himself with ease.

Ji Xiancheng's face was a bit ugly, isn't this equivalent to saying that he squeezed out his younger brother?
Although everyone knew about it, it was embarrassing for this matter to be brought up on the table, not to mention that Ji Boyan was embarrassing him like this.

Ji Xiancheng's face became even uglier, his brows were so frowned that a fly could be crushed to death, he snorted coldly and said, "With your irresponsible appearance, do I dare to let you meddle in the company's affairs?"

Ji Boyan's eyes were filled with shattered ice stars, he raised his foot and walked a few steps in Ji Xiancheng's direction, he was half a head taller than him, with impressive momentum.

The corners of Ji Boyan's lips were slightly curved, and Ji Boyan threw the suit on his shoulder with one hand, and slipped the other hand into his trouser pocket, with one leg half-bent. As the president of the Ji family, compare and see who can make the Ji family flourish?"

The staff below gasped, looking at me and you at the bottom, secretly speechless.

Hearing his casual but arrogant words, Ji Xiancheng became more and more angry, faced Ji Boyan face to face, lowered his voice, furious: "Ji Boyan, don't go too far!"

Ji Boyan let out a slight snort, and his posture was lazy, which was in stark contrast to him.

"Kick me out of the Ji family if you have the ability, and shut your mouth if you don't."

After finishing speaking, no matter how ugly Ji Xiancheng's face was, he lifted his foot and left.

While Ji Xiancheng looked at his back, a gloom rushed straight to his forehead, his fists were slowly clenched, and he punched the table in the conference room.

He also wants to drive Ji Boyan out of the Ji family, but the evil thing is that there are always some companies and people who come to cooperate with Ji Boyan, and Ji Boyan has shares, even if he wants to find an opportunity to get Ji Boyan Kicked out, but for some reason, Ji Ting just didn't agree, and kept saying that Ji Boyan still had value.

If not, how could he be so useless?

Ji Boyan drove all the way back to the villa after leaving Ji's building.

When he arrived at the entrance of the villa, Wen Jialiang was holding a knife in his hand, half-bent, waving it in the air, and no one in the villa dared to approach it.

Li Ma protected Wen Ruan behind her, pointed at Wen Jialiang and said, "Put down the knife, believe it or not, I will call the police and arrest you?"

"Okay, call the police. I'm going to tell the police that you kidnapped and sold my daughter." Wen Jialiang stretched his neck to argue with Li Ma, saliva flying.

Seeing Ji Boyan's car from a gentle corner of the eye, she lowered her eyes, and a flash of light quickly appeared in her eyes, and then she stood up from behind Mama Li.

 The soul asks: Do I have a chance to trigger the next chapter in advance?

  Still 450~
  What do you think the soft girl will do?

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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