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When Zhou Shaojing saw that she did not waver, he said with painstaking care: "it's a good saying. You can't underestimate that song Qingcheng. Since she can enter your Ji family, she must have her purpose. Don't forget, we are the object of her reply. If we are really driven out of Ji's house, the most proud thing is her song Qingcheng. "

Ji Ling took a look at him and considered what he said. It seems that it is true, "what you said seems to be reasonable."

"So, we must not underestimate that song Qingcheng." Zhou Shaojing followed while the iron was hot.

"What do I do now? Go to my brother and argue that I will not move out even if I am killed? " Ji Ling doesn't think this method can be used, because she knows her brother. As long as it's his decision, it's hard to be changed.

Zhou Shaojing's eyes flashed. He knew that she had already started to get into the set, so he continued: "it's not necessary. In fact, you can discuss with your brother and ask him to transfer the property right of the West building to you, so that you don't have to worry about being on the street in the future. "

"That's too much for you to say, isn't it? Even if my brother doesn't care about me, my mother and grandparents won't care about me. "

Living on the street, that's exaggeration.

Zhou Shaojing laughed and put her in his arms. "My little baby, think about how old your grandparents are, and now they are coaxed by song Qingcheng. Although your mother is standing on the same line with you now, she will be old one day. She will hold everything in her hands

"I'll talk to my brother now." Ji Ling thinks what Zhou Shaojing said is reasonable. No matter what happens in the future, it's more practical to find a shelter in her hands.

Thinking like this, she has to take action.

But Zhou Shaojing grabbed her, "baby, this kind of thing is not in a hurry for a while. Your brother is still angry now. If you go there, you will only add a jam to him. It's better for your mother to come back and say that she has more or less a backing."

"It's still thoughtful of you." Ji Ling suddenly realized. When my mother comes back, I will be more sure about it.

"If your husband doesn't think about you, who else can he think about?" Zhou Shaojing dotes on her fleshy face.

"Hate ~" Ji Ling coquetry in his chest.

Zhou Shaojing put her in his arms. The fundus of the eye has been damaged by an imperceptible insidiousness.

Zhou Shaojing's goal is to do everything possible to hope that Ji Ling can get down the property right of the West Building of the Ji family. At that time, this is also his property of Zhou Shaojing.

He had checked for a long time, the villa of Ji family is divided into three sets of property rights. The main building is the biggest property right, and the auxiliary building and the West building have property rights respectively.

The market price of Ji's villa in s city is at least one billion yuan. In other words, if you take the West Tower, you can at least get hundreds of millions of assets.

At that time, he will no longer have to humble himself and be treated coldly by Ji's family.

……

Song Qingcheng came back from a day's work. As soon as he came into the room, he saw Ji Zhengting sitting on the sofa with a strained face. At first sight, he knew that it was not easy to get into trouble.

For the sake of safety, she had better go upstairs quietly.

"Miss Song is back."

Song Qingcheng just crept up the stairs, but he was caught by the housekeeper.

She turned around, subconsciously looked at the man on the sofa, and was caught by his cold eyes.

Song Qingcheng chats on the corner of her lips, and then smiles at the housekeeper.

"Are you better today?" Now that he was seen, song Qingcheng took the initiative to ask.

Ji Zhengting's face did not ease because of her concern, but coldly said, "come here!"

The tone is irrefutable.

Song Qingcheng was in a bad mood. How could he be his servant.

However, for the sake of his bad mood and illness, I don't care with him any more.

Song Qingcheng walked past. Ji Zhengting opened his mobile phone on a page and then put it on the coffee table. His action was a bit rude, which seemed to show his displeasure.

Song Qingcheng glanced at him curiously, then picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and the next moment, his eyes were wide.

Oh, my God!

Hot topic: looking for the most handsome men in the city Then the picture below is Ji Zhengting!

Although it's just a side face and an unclear front face, it's not difficult to identify him. The most important thing is that he is still wearing clothes in a sweat shop.

If she guesses correctly, these photos should have been secretly taken when he sent himself to the hospital that night. As for this report It should be the nurses in the hospital.

But the culprit should be her song Qing City.

If she didn't tell the nurse that Ji Zhengting was a waiter in a sweat steaming shop, this would not have happened.

This misunderstanding is too bloody, isn't it?!

She never thought that those nurses would be so crazy about him that she sent them to the Internet to look for people.

It's estimated that the sweat steaming houses in s city must have been searched all over, but they didn't find it in the end, so they will be published on the website for help.Do these women want to be so crazy?!

No!

Can't blame all those women, who told this man nothing long so good-looking do?

Blue face is a disaster!

"What do you mean by this?" Song Qingcheng knew it and asked it.

Ji Zhengting leaned on the sofa, like a noble master. He didn't speak, but his eyes were staring at her tightly.

The eyes were cold and sharp, as if they were going to stare her through.

Song Qingcheng blinked. She couldn't stand his direct and naked eyes. At last, she said with a smile, "that Actually It's not what you think

"Then tell me." Ji Zhengting will look back, a sitting posture waiting for her explanation.

Song Qingcheng sat down beside him. He wanted to please him, but he found that he was too close to him, so he stepped back. I've been thinking about how to open my mouth.

"In fact, I just casually said that. I didn't expect that the little nurses really took it seriously." Song Qingcheng looks innocent.

"Make it clear." Ji Zhengting is more serious.

“……” Song Qingcheng saw that he was more serious, and it seemed that she couldn't hope to fool him. So she let it go. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal. "That day, the nurse in the ward suddenly asked me who you were and how to dress like that to send me to the hospital. I didn't think too much about it at that time, so she casually said that you were the waiter of the sweat steaming shop, but they took it seriously, and returned..."

At this point, she looked at him and saw that his face was getting worse and worse, so she didn't say any more. The following is what happened now.

Ji Zhengting stares at her, grabs his cell phone and goes upstairs.

That's more terrifying than being doused with cold water.

Song Qingcheng opened her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She turned her lips to his back.

Didn't it affect his image a little? It's necessary to have such a black face!