The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jun Chengyue's eyes drooped, and Jun Zhiyi seemed a little puzzled: "Sheng Lian, is this?"

He is usually too busy, so how could he deliberately take care of the Jiang family's young prince's affairs. Naturally, some things have not been heard.

"It's nothing."

Jiang Yi suddenly felt bad.

He usually has a bad temper. It's just that he has a bad temper in front of the two elders. What's more, his respected Uncle Chengyue just stood up and said, "Uncle Chengyue, I'm full, and I will go back. "

Jun Chengyue didn't stop him, nodded and let him go.

As soon as he left, Jun Chengyue waved his hand. The slow motion seemed to make him wave a different and beautiful arc in the air. The other people who were still eating immediately understood the meaning and got up one after another to talk to Jun Zhiyi and Jun Cheng. Yue said goodbye and retreated.

Seeing the person left, Jun Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and looked at Jun Chengyue: "Chengyue, do you have something to tell me?"

Jun Chengyue stared directly at the empty seat opposite him, as if there was no one there, and he had to see a phantom from his cold and contradictory gaze. After a long time, he slowly said: "Brother, help me check the person. "

*

When Jiang Yi came out of Jun's house, the night wind outside made him shiver when he entered the Jun's garage.

He frowned and cursed "this ghostly weather", then opened the car door and sat in.

The blue dazzling shadow of Lamborghini drew into a gorgeous arc, drove out of the Jun's garage, and quickly disappeared.

In the car, Jiang Yi called someone with a slightly impatient tone: "Go and check for me there is Du Jian, what is it!"

He usually doesn't touch the entertainment industry, so many people don't know him.

He must be too lazy to look at the information on the surface, he doesn't care about it, he just needs to know who it is.

After hanging up the phone, he originally wanted to drive to Jiang's house not far from Jun's house. After hesitating, Jiang Yi turned around.

Forget it, let's see if the little **** has been scolded and cried under the covers.

Although he knew this was his delusion.

However, no matter how strong people are, they will not be able to withstand such unbearable abuse on the Internet, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi was actually a little excited.

Soon I arrived at the door of the apartment, probably because Lamborghini was too eye-catching and Jiang Yi was too good-looking. In the night, where others thought he was a star, and Ke Weiwei lived here again, I was afraid of any connection.

As soon as he drove the car to the isolation fence of the underground garage, Jiang Yi was keenly aware that someone was doing something at him.

As soon as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a few sneaky shadows, and patted him hard with some equipment.

The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a cold smile of disdain.

Even if it was taken, no one dared to hang it out.

This group of people will be notified later that the negatives must be deleted.

After the security confirmed that it was Jiang Yi, the isolation fence was raised, and he arrogantly accelerated the Lamborghini into the garage, leaving the sneaky group of people with a shadow of the car ass.

Arriving upstairs, as soon as he exited the elevator door, Jiang Yi saw Jun Ci sitting leisurely on the sofa and watching the soap opera, while watching and eating grapes. There is no such thing as a very haggard and pitiful image.

Seeing him coming, Jun Ci only gave him a corner of his eye.

Jiang Yi walked to Junci, picked up the grapes in the fruit plate, and sighed with a little regret: "You didn't even get scolded or cry."

Junci:? ? ? ?