Chapter 131
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As soon as Ji Jing'an entered the magnificent hall everywhere, he heard bursts of vulgar teasing. His handsome face as white as jade was gradually cold as a blade.
Even if I tried my best to suppress it, the dark cold bottom of my eyes still flashed a fleeting disgust and hostility.
On the sofa as big as the living room, Ji Baiwen was half sitting and half lying inside, with a coquettish woman revealing most of her chest tilted in her arms, a coquettish woman with exposed clothes in her left hand, and her hands were up and down, touching the secret parts of the two women.
The scene of erosion is ugly.
The man who has never taken responsibility for him for a day, even if he is old, still can't get rid of the bad habit of playing with women.
Ji Jing'an stared at Ji Baiwen coldly and said with a sarcastic smile, "don't be busy yet. I have something to find you."
Ji Baiwen hummed coldly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the woman's waist in his arms. Then he pushed away the man and shouted angrily, "evil son, I have nothing to talk with you unless you let Jingjun out."
"I'm old and have a bad memory. It's hard for you to remember that Ji Jingjun is your son. I came to tell you that if you dare to attack my woman next time, you'll never see your son who has just been raised outside for three months." Ji Jing'an's eyes were expressionless, but his eyes were sharp and sharp as a knife. It scraped on Ji Baiwen's old face and hurt like a knife.
Ji Baiwen immediately got up from the sofa, grabbed the tea cup on the tea table, and hurled it at Ji Jingan, who was so beautiful that he yelled wildly, "bastard, you... You're still not human, he's still a baby just born. You don't let go of it. You're a fucking inhuman beast."
Due to his old age and weakness, his strength lost its accuracy. The tea cup thrown by Ji Bowen didn't hit Ji Jing'an. It crashed on the floor with a crisp sound.
The two gorgeous women were frightened. After being swept by jijing'an's cold eyes, they were even more afraid. They hurriedly lowered their heads and slipped one by one, faster than the wild cat trampled on its tail.
"I am an animal, you are an old animal." Jijing'an closed her cold eyes and sneered.
As a dirty detainee, he hated himself countless times.
"You... Ji Jingan, why did I kill that woman? You know better than me!" Staring at this cheap son who had been fighting with him since he was a child, Ji Bowen's lungs were about to explode. His old face turned into an extremely ugly eggplant color, bulging muddy old eyes and scolded fiercely, "I'm so blind. Yurou doesn't deserve you. She's not good. You don't like her. Instead, you want such a shameless bitch. I tell you, as long as I'm not dead, the divorced woman around you will never want to enter my house."
If he had not been old and useless, and no one could take over the family industry for the time being, let alone an insignificant yeyufan, even the unruly cheap son in front of him, he would have asked someone to abandon him.
"You are so confident today. Did you get the news of Ji Baizheng?" Jijing an sneered softly. His cold body stood quietly in the center of the living room and said, "six bullets in his body, falling into the deep sea from a height of hundreds of meters, he can still live. His life is really cheap."
It's not a cheap life. What is it?
"Evil son, how do you speak? He is your uncle and the last relative in the world who treats me sincerely."
Ji Bowen angrily pointed to Ji Jing'an and was about to scold a bloody dog. He saw the old housekeeper bring in a beautiful woman with a smile, "Miss Mo, please come in."
Looking at the beautiful and elegant Mo Yurou, Ji Bowen turned his anger into joy and said with a smile, "Yurou is coming. Hurry and make her favorite latte."
Mo Yurou handed the gift box in her hand to the old housekeeper, with a perfect smile on her face. "Uncle Ji, I heard that you have a bad cough recently. I asked my friend to bring you some nourishing things from m country. I heard that it is very effective to treat cough."
The tender eyes have long been glued to the man who has been missing for a long time and are reluctant to move away.
Jijing'an turned his back to the door and put his hand leisurely in his trouser pocket. When he heard the news, he remained motionless, as if everything had nothing to do with him and his attitude was indifferent.
Seeing Ji Jing'an motionless, Ji Bowen laughed more happily and said with a laugh, "it happens that Jing'an also came to see me. If you young people have a good chat, I won't disturb you."
In his whole life, half of his foot has stepped into the coffin. As long as the damn evil son is unhappy, he will be happy all over.
After Ji Bowen went upstairs, Mo Yurou's haggard but still beautiful and amazing face appeared in front of Ji Jingan. In his tender eyes, there was a bitter smile, and in his sweet voice, there was a trace of affection, "Jing'an, we haven't sat and talked together for many years. Even if you pity me today, you can stay with me for ten minutes, no, five minutes, okay? Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force it. You can leave at any time."
Jijing'an frowned tightly. Her dark eyes were as deep as an abyss. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yurou, whose face was full of longing. She caught a glimpse of her wearing a knee high white dress. The style and color were his favorite in those years.
At that time, his heart was filled with joy at her fire like enthusiasm and snow like purity.
Those who fall in the dark mud yearn for holiness.
Mo Yurou is the noble lotus that gives him hope and longing.
But in the end, he was crazy about her like an idiot, in exchange for her ruthless betrayal.
At the moment, as if nothing had happened, she stood innocently in front of him, trying to play with him like a fool again?
He won't even forget the pain.
"I have nothing to talk about with you." Ji Jing'an's face was cold and sarcastic. "Remember, the past is always past. I won't look back until I die."
The man's heart is colder and colder than she thought.
Mo Yurou coagulated jijing'an's ruthless back, and his face instantly lost its blood color. It was as white as ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month. He clutched his fingers tightly.
The more indifferent he is to her, the more unwilling she is to let go!
In the apartment, ye Yufan stood on the balcony and watched Ji Jingan's special car slowly drive out of the door of the community. Only then did he take back his sight, go back to the living room to pack up his clothes, and put a lot of clothes he bought into the washing machine for cleaning.
I suddenly remembered that I didn't talk to Han Zhenzhen for a few days and didn't know how Han Yuanchuan was doing. I went into the bedroom to find out my mobile phone. I was just about to call Han Zhenzhen, but my mobile phone didi received the latest headline.
Not interested in turning it off, he caught a glimpse of a familiar person. Yeyufan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
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As soon as Ji Jing'an entered the magnificent hall everywhere, he heard bursts of vulgar teasing. His handsome face as white as jade was gradually cold as a blade.
Even if I tried my best to suppress it, the dark cold bottom of my eyes still flashed a fleeting disgust and hostility.
On the sofa as big as the living room, Ji Baiwen was half sitting and half lying inside, with a coquettish woman revealing most of her chest tilted in her arms, a coquettish woman with exposed clothes in her left hand, and her hands were up and down, touching the secret parts of the two women.
The scene of erosion is ugly.
The man who has never taken responsibility for him for a day, even if he is old, still can't get rid of the bad habit of playing with women.
Ji Jing'an stared at Ji Baiwen coldly and said with a sarcastic smile, "don't be busy yet. I have something to find you."
Ji Baiwen hummed coldly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the woman's waist in his arms. Then he pushed away the man and shouted angrily, "evil son, I have nothing to talk with you unless you let Jingjun out."
"I'm old and have a bad memory. It's hard for you to remember that Ji Jingjun is your son. I came to tell you that if you dare to attack my woman next time, you'll never see your son who has just been raised outside for three months." Ji Jing'an's eyes were expressionless, but his eyes were sharp and sharp as a knife. It scraped on Ji Baiwen's old face and hurt like a knife.
Ji Baiwen immediately got up from the sofa, grabbed the tea cup on the tea table, and hurled it at Ji Jingan, who was so beautiful that he yelled wildly, "bastard, you... You're still not human, he's still a baby just born. You don't let go of it. You're a fucking inhuman beast."
Due to his old age and weakness, his strength lost its accuracy. The tea cup thrown by Ji Bowen didn't hit Ji Jing'an. It crashed on the floor with a crisp sound.
The two gorgeous women were frightened. After being swept by jijing'an's cold eyes, they were even more afraid. They hurriedly lowered their heads and slipped one by one, faster than the wild cat trampled on its tail.
"I am an animal, you are an old animal." Jijing'an closed her cold eyes and sneered.
As a dirty detainee, he hated himself countless times.
"You... Ji Jingan, why did I kill that woman? You know better than me!" Staring at this cheap son who had been fighting with him since he was a child, Ji Bowen's lungs were about to explode. His old face turned into an extremely ugly eggplant color, bulging muddy old eyes and scolded fiercely, "I'm so blind. Yurou doesn't deserve you. She's not good. You don't like her. Instead, you want such a shameless bitch. I tell you, as long as I'm not dead, the divorced woman around you will never want to enter my house."
If he had not been old and useless, and no one could take over the family industry for the time being, let alone an insignificant yeyufan, even the unruly cheap son in front of him, he would have asked someone to abandon him.
"You are so confident today. Did you get the news of Ji Baizheng?" Jijing an sneered softly. His cold body stood quietly in the center of the living room and said, "six bullets in his body, falling into the deep sea from a height of hundreds of meters, he can still live. His life is really cheap."
It's not a cheap life. What is it?
"Evil son, how do you speak? He is your uncle and the last relative in the world who treats me sincerely."
Ji Bowen angrily pointed to Ji Jing'an and was about to scold a bloody dog. He saw the old housekeeper bring in a beautiful woman with a smile, "Miss Mo, please come in."
Looking at the beautiful and elegant Mo Yurou, Ji Bowen turned his anger into joy and said with a smile, "Yurou is coming. Hurry and make her favorite latte."
Mo Yurou handed the gift box in her hand to the old housekeeper, with a perfect smile on her face. "Uncle Ji, I heard that you have a bad cough recently. I asked my friend to bring you some nourishing things from m country. I heard that it is very effective to treat cough."
The tender eyes have long been glued to the man who has been missing for a long time and are reluctant to move away.
Jijing'an turned his back to the door and put his hand leisurely in his trouser pocket. When he heard the news, he remained motionless, as if everything had nothing to do with him and his attitude was indifferent.
Seeing Ji Jing'an motionless, Ji Bowen laughed more happily and said with a laugh, "it happens that Jing'an also came to see me. If you young people have a good chat, I won't disturb you."
In his whole life, half of his foot has stepped into the coffin. As long as the damn evil son is unhappy, he will be happy all over.
After Ji Bowen went upstairs, Mo Yurou's haggard but still beautiful and amazing face appeared in front of Ji Jingan. In his tender eyes, there was a bitter smile, and in his sweet voice, there was a trace of affection, "Jing'an, we haven't sat and talked together for many years. Even if you pity me today, you can stay with me for ten minutes, no, five minutes, okay? Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force it. You can leave at any time."
Jijing'an frowned tightly. Her dark eyes were as deep as an abyss. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yurou, whose face was full of longing. She caught a glimpse of her wearing a knee high white dress. The style and color were his favorite in those years.
At that time, his heart was filled with joy at her fire like enthusiasm and snow like purity.
Those who fall in the dark mud yearn for holiness.
Mo Yurou is the noble lotus that gives him hope and longing.
But in the end, he was crazy about her like an idiot, in exchange for her ruthless betrayal.
At the moment, as if nothing had happened, she stood innocently in front of him, trying to play with him like a fool again?
He won't even forget the pain.
"I have nothing to talk about with you." Ji Jing'an's face was cold and sarcastic. "Remember, the past is always past. I won't look back until I die."
The man's heart is colder and colder than she thought.
Mo Yurou coagulated jijing'an's ruthless back, and his face instantly lost its blood color. It was as white as ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month. He clutched his fingers tightly.
The more indifferent he is to her, the more unwilling she is to let go!
In the apartment, ye Yufan stood on the balcony and watched Ji Jingan's special car slowly drive out of the door of the community. Only then did he take back his sight, go back to the living room to pack up his clothes, and put a lot of clothes he bought into the washing machine for cleaning.
I suddenly remembered that I didn't talk to Han Zhenzhen for a few days and didn't know how Han Yuanchuan was doing. I went into the bedroom to find out my mobile phone. I was just about to call Han Zhenzhen, but my mobile phone didi received the latest headline.
Not interested in turning it off, he caught a glimpse of a familiar person. Yeyufan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
As soon as Ji Jing'an entered the magnificent hall everywhere, he heard bursts of vulgar teasing. His handsome face as white as jade was gradually cold as a blade.Even if I tried my best to suppress it, the dark cold bottom of my eyes still flashed a fleeting disgust and hostility.On the sofa as big as the living room, Ji Baiwen was half sitting and half lying inside, with a coquettish woman revealing most of her chest tilted in her arms, a coquettish woman with exposed clothes in her left hand, and her hands were up and down, touching the secret parts of the two women.The scene of erosion is ugly.The man who has never taken responsibility for him for a day, even if he is old, still can't get rid of the bad habit of playing with women.Ji Jing'an stared at Ji Baiwen coldly and said with a sarcastic smile, "don't be busy yet. I have something to find you."Ji Baiwen hummed coldly, stretched out his hand and rubbed the woman's waist in his arms. Then he pushed away the man and shouted angrily, "evil son, I have nothing to talk with you unless you let Jingjun out.""I'm old and have a bad memory. It's hard for you to remember that Ji Jingjun is your son. I came to tell you that if you dare to attack my woman next time, you'll never see your son who has just been raised outside for three months." Ji Jing'an's eyes were expressionless, but his eyes were sharp and sharp as a knife. It scraped on Ji Baiwen's old face and hurt like a knife.Ji Baiwen immediately got up from the sofa, grabbed the tea cup on the tea table, and hurled it at Ji Jingan, who was so beautiful that he yelled wildly, "bastard, you... You're still not human, he's still a baby just born. You don't let go of it. You're a fucking inhuman beast."Due to his old age and weakness, his strength lost its accuracy. The tea cup thrown by Ji Bowen didn't hit Ji Jing'an. It crashed on the floor with a crisp sound.The two gorgeous women were frightened. After being swept by jijing'an's cold eyes, they were even more afraid. They hurriedly lowered their heads and slipped one by one, faster than the wild cat trampled on its tail."I am an animal, you are an old animal." Jijing'an closed her cold eyes and sneered.As a dirty detainee, he hated himself countless times."You... Ji Jingan, why did I kill that woman? You know better than me!" Staring at this cheap son who had been fighting with him since he was a child, Ji Bowen's lungs were about to explode. His old face turned into an extremely ugly eggplant color, bulging muddy old eyes and scolded fiercely, "I'm so blind. Yurou doesn't deserve you. She's not good. You don't like her. Instead, you want such a shameless bitch. I tell you, as long as I'm not dead, the divorced woman around you will never want to enter my house."If he had not been old and useless, and no one could take over the family industry for the time being, let alone an insignificant yeyufan, even the unruly cheap son in front of him, he would have asked someone to abandon him."You are so confident today. Did you get the news of Ji Baizheng?" Jijing an sneered softly. His cold body stood quietly in the center of the living room and said, "six bullets in his body, falling into the deep sea from a height of hundreds of meters, he can still live. His life is really cheap."It's not a cheap life. What is it?"Evil son, how do you speak? He is your uncle and the last relative in the world who treats me sincerely."Ji Bowen angrily pointed to Ji Jing'an and was about to scold a bloody dog. He saw the old housekeeper bring in a beautiful woman with a smile, "Miss Mo, please come in."Looking at the beautiful and elegant Mo Yurou, Ji Bowen turned his anger into joy and said with a smile, "Yurou is coming. Hurry and make her favorite latte."Mo Yurou handed the gift box in her hand to the old housekeeper, with a perfect smile on her face. "Uncle Ji, I heard that you have a bad cough recently. I asked my friend to bring you some nourishing things from m country. I heard that it is very effective to treat cough."The tender eyes have long been glued to the man who has been missing for a long time and are reluctant to move away.Jijing'an turned his back to the door and put his hand leisurely in his trouser pocket. When he heard the news, he remained motionless, as if everything had nothing to do with him and his attitude was indifferent.Seeing Ji Jing'an motionless, Ji Bowen laughed more happily and said with a laugh, "it happens that Jing'an also came to see me. If you young people have a good chat, I won't disturb you."In his whole life, half of his foot has stepped into the coffin. As long as the damn evil son is unhappy, he will be happy all over.After Ji Bowen went upstairs, Mo Yurou's haggard but still beautiful and amazing face appeared in front of Ji Jingan. In his tender eyes, there was a bitter smile, and in his sweet voice, there was a trace of affection, "Jing'an, we haven't sat and talked together for many years. Even if you pity me today, you can stay with me for ten minutes, no, five minutes, okay? Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force it. You can leave at any time."Jijing'an frowned tightly. Her dark eyes were as deep as an abyss. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yurou, whose face was full of longing. She caught a glimpse of her wearing a knee high white dress. The style and color were his favorite in those years.At that time, his heart was filled with joy at her fire like enthusiasm and snow like purity.Those who fall in the dark mud yearn for holiness.Mo Yurou is the noble lotus that gives him hope and longing.But in the end, he was crazy about her like an idiot, in exchange for her ruthless betrayal.At the moment, as if nothing had happened, she stood innocently in front of him, trying to play with him like a fool again?He won't even forget the pain."I have nothing to talk about with you." Ji Jing'an's face was cold and sarcastic. "Remember, the past is always past. I won't look back until I die."The man's heart is colder and colder than she thought.Mo Yurou coagulated jijing'an's ruthless back, and his face instantly lost its blood color. It was as white as ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month. He clutched his fingers tightly.The more indifferent he is to her, the more unwilling she is to let go!In the apartment, ye Yufan stood on the balcony and watched Ji Jingan's special car slowly drive out of the door of the community. Only then did he take back his sight, go back to the living room to pack up his clothes, and put a lot of clothes he bought into the washing machine for cleaning.I suddenly remembered that I didn't talk to Han Zhenzhen for a few days and didn't know how Han Yuanchuan was doing. I went into the bedroom to find out my mobile phone. I was just about to call Han Zhenzhen, but my mobile phone didi received the latest headline.Not interested in turning it off, he caught a glimpse of a familiar person. Yeyufan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
