His Long Love

Looking at Meng Qingge, who was slightly displeased, Ji Yao felt that she was very cute. He wanted to put a kiss on her forehead, but he was still tolerant. So he hooked his lips and chuckled, "I really don't know. Mrs. Ji thinks that people like me will pay attention to charity?"

"Mr. Ji is quite self-conscious." Meng Qingge glanced at Ji Wanzhou lightly, then withdrew her eyes, took out her mobile phone from her Pajama pocket and called Wang Meilin to ask if she knew which charity was more reliable.

Wang Meilin is not very clear, saying that all these things are handled by her brokerage team, "isn't Ji family vigorously promoting their charity recently? Ask your husband!"

Meng Qingge also glanced at Ji Wanzhou lightly, drooping his eyes, and his tone was slightly ironic, "is he like a philanthropist? Hang up. I'll call sister Mei

Just hung up the phone, Ji Wanzhou's voice rang up, "mention me?"

"Yes." Meng Qingge bowed his head and graciously looked for the number of Myrica rubra in the mobile phone address book.

"Charity is the old man's business. I didn't interfere." Ji Wanzhou picked her eyebrows and opened her mouth slowly, "but if Mrs. Ji needs help, I can ask."

"No, Mr. Laurie." Meng Qingge lightly refused, found the call of bayberry, called in the past, "however, if you can really do charity season home, it is surprising."

Hearing this, Ji Wanzhou raised her eyebrows. "What does Mrs. Ji mean by this?"

"You understand." Meng Qingge returned a sentence, Yang Mei's phone call, "sister Mei, I want to ask you something."

Ji Wanzhou fell into meditation. The company's philanthropy developed rapidly after the events of Feng Shumo and Ji Yao were exposed by the Ji family. Frankly speaking, Ji minhuai wants to use charity to attract the public's attention, so as to shift the public's attention from that incident.

However, is this charity really transparent and open due to its great efforts and wide scope, or is it just a matter of face, and it is not really charity?

But the company's money is indeed allocated. We know about this season's evening boat, because the financial department will report the capital flow of the company last week to him at the company's regular meeting every Monday.

Meng Qingge's words awakened Ji Wanzhou. Ji Wanzhou's eyes narrowed slightly. Maybe it's time to check on charity.

The coolness of the night is thicker. It's almost time to see. Ji Wanzhou carries Meng Qingge upstairs and puts her on the big round bed. He goes to the study.

Pick up the mobile phone to call Lao Bai, but a woman answered.

As soon as it was a female voice, Ji Wanzhou didn't say anything, so he hung up the phone and called Lao Hei.

The old black seconds then, respectfully called out, "boss."

"Where's Lao Bai?" Ji Wanzhou asked lightly.

Old black thought again and again, decided to betray his good brother, bit his teeth, "play woman to go."

Season evening boat drooped eyes, opened a mouth, "I wait for him in the study."

"Yes." Old black should way, and then take out another mobile phone to call old white.

Ji Wanzhou hung up the phone, opened his laptop and looked for the email sent to him by the finance department.

Twenty minutes later, Lao Bai stood at the door of the study on the first floor of the villa, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Ji Wanzhou focused on looking at the files on the computer and answered, "in."

Old white went to the desk, bent over and said respectfully, "boss."

Ji Wanzhou did not speak. After reading this document, he raised his head and looked at Lao Bai faintly. His thin lips opened lightly, "is it over?"

I saw old white immediately lowered his head, waist bent into 90 degrees, "sorry boss, there is no next time!"

It is their duty to make sure they are on call.

"Get up." Ji Wanzhou lightly opened his mouth, took out a file bag from the side, and gave it to Laobai, "check the old man's charity, the money that has been put in place, and the money that has disappeared. This is the list of charity projects. Check them one by one."

"Yes." Old white nodded.

"Keep your hands and feet clean." Season evening boat raises a head to look at old white, Mou son tiny squint, "don't hit grass startle snake."