The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Fu Cuihua had never seen Jiang Yi, and Zhang Changming was not here today. She was alone at home. Suddenly, a man in black with an extremely powerful gangster brought her here, saying that she would let herself see someone.

Fu Cuihua has never been to such a high-end place in her entire life. This feeling is like when she went to a relative's house that the Emperor hadn’t seen for a long time. The decoration style alone made Fu Cuihua who had only seen Xiaopinglou. Feeling inferior.

Especially when you come to such a place.

She was taken by the people behind, and she went behind a curtain and saw a young man by accident.

The guy Gang said that he was his young master, and just this name almost gave Fu Cuihua the illusion of returning to the old time.

However, now that he can still be called a young master, his identity is definitely not ordinary.

The young man was wearing sunglasses, she couldn't completely see his face, but at first impression she felt that this young man was very good-looking, and the dignity revealed from the inside out, there was an illusion that Fu Cuihua couldn't breathe. .

Jiang Yi waved his hand, faintly greeted with some impatience: "Sit down."

In fact, because the person in front of him is Jun Ci's aunt, he has given enough face, and most people are not enough for him to say a word.

Fu Cuihua sat down tremblingly.

Jiang Yi whispered to Uncle Tao: "Uncle Tao, you go outside and guard, don't let anyone disturb you."

He didn't even want Uncle Tao to let him know about this.

Uncle Tao nodded and walked to the entrance of the coffee shop to sit.

Sitting in the position, Fu Cuihua only felt cramped and nervous. Faced with such a powerful Jiang Yi, she didn't even know where to place her hands. She put her hands on her knees, and said nervously: "Please... Who?"

She hasn't gotten used to Mandarin in the Imperial Capital yet, with a local accent.

As soon as she exited, such a strong accent made her a little embarrassed, as if facing such a clear young master, the accent was a tarnish.

Fortunately, Jiang Yi doesn’t care about this at all. He is full of Junci’s business, so he just said straightforwardly: "I know you are Junci’s aunt. You don’t need to know who I am. I will only ask you what I am. This matter, you can only choose to answer, if you don’t tell me, I will clean up your Zhang family."

He is very arrogant in his bones, and threatening words are now readily available. He is obviously used to speaking. Although his voice is nice, the strong deterrence revealed in his words shows that he is not joking.

Fu Cuihua shivered, and said hurriedly, "You...what do you want to ask?"

In this case, how could she dare to inquire about the identity of this person.

It was precisely because Jiang Yi's tone was so fierce that she mistook Jiang Yi for Jun Ci's enemy for a while.

Thinking of that child, my heart became a little complicated.

"Let me ask you the first one. When you picked up Junci, were there any spots on her face?"

Suddenly hearing Jiang Yi asking this question, Fu Cuihua was stunned, and then realized that this is not a critical question, her eyes drooped, and she winced in response.

This question is not very important, but Jiang Yi still has doubts in his heart: "You thought she was a disease at the time?"

"It's not..." Fu Cuihua whispered: "We also found a doctor at the time and asked. The doctor said there was no problem, so we thought it was a birthmark..."

If it is really sick, they won't treat Jun Ci.

When Jiang Yi listened, his eyes narrowed, and his hands on the table were tightly clenched, revealing a vicious smell, frightened Fu Cuihua lowered her head and dared not look at him.