A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

She was afraid that it was He Jichen who went back and returned. She glanced outside the door through the cat's eyes and saw that she was a lady wearing a hotel overalls, which opened the door.

The waiter politely smiled and handed over a paper bag: "Miss, this is the clothes you want. May I ask whether you want to hang the house account or cash?"

"Thank you, cash." Ji Yi took the bill, glanced at the quota, turned back to the living room, turned over his wallet, counted the money from it, and handed it to the waiter.

After the waiter left for change, Ji Yi closed the door, carrying a paper bag, and entered the bathroom.

Holding a bath towel and standing in front of the sink, rubbing her hair and water drops on her body, she saw herself through the mirror in front of her, and her skin was covered with dense marks.

This was all left with fingers and teeth that He Jichen had just struck... Ji Yi's hair wiping movement was abrupt, and a sore and flooded his eyes.

She was afraid that she would continue to cry. She hurriedly dropped her eyes and pretended not to see anything. She quickly dabbed the water droplets on her hair, and then took the hair dryer and blew her hair up for half. Start wearing clothes.

After tidying up, Ji Yi didn't stay too much in the bathroom. After coming out, he put his clothes that had been torn by He Jichen into the paper bag used by the waiter to deliver the clothes, and hurriedly took the bag and left He Jichen to open Suite.

When taking the elevator downstairs, Ji Yi took a cell phone and called a taxi.

On a cold winter night, the outdoor temperature was exceptionally low. Ji Yi didn't wait for a taxi in the warm lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel. Instead, he walked directly to the street, found a street lamp, stood below and waited.

About a minute later, the phone in Ji Yiduo rang.

She thought it was the car she called. The taxi master called her. She froze and shivered. She took out her cell phone and saw a series of phone numbers. Without checking, she answered directly and spoke into the microphone: "Master, where are you?"

The phone was silent for a few seconds before a familiar voice came: "Miss Ji Yi, it's me."

It was Lin Zhengyi's voice.

Ji Yi was stunned, realizing that he had made a mistake and hurriedly said: "Mr. Lin, sorry, I thought the taxi I called was here."

"It's okay, Miss Ji Yi." Lin Zhengyi said after a brief reply on the phone, after a few seconds, he said aloud: "I called and came to give you the answer."

Ji Yi knew that the answer in Lin Zhengyi's mouth refers to the words she talked to him with a recording pen tonight.

She hummed softly: "Mr. Lin, you said."

"You agreed with me at Yueyuan in the evening. I promised that on the basis of the original investment, I would add another 20%, so..." Lin Zhengyi on the phone stopped.

Although he did not say anything later, Ji Yi already knew what he meant: "Mr. Lin, the investment is your cooperation with YC. You just need to contact YC directly, as long as you re-sign the contract with YC. I will give you all the recordings in my hand immediately. As for the destruction or retention, you decide for yourself."

Lin Zhengyi heard Ji Yi's words so refreshingly, and his tone became a lot lighter: "That line, I know... No, I will arrange people to communicate with YC now, and when everything is finalized, I will contact you again."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, goodbye." After Ji Yi finished, he was about to hang up the phone. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, and then he said, "Mr. Lin..."