Chapter 120 Ji Baishen, go wash up and go to sleep, anything can happen in your dreams.
Lin Zaoyi was puzzled. "What...what's going on?"
They made a connection, saying, "You mean President Ji? I'm also quite curious about what happened to him today."
Meng Jinxi stopped the conversation in time. This sentence alone basically confirmed that Zao Yi was unaware of the situation. That was good, otherwise, given Zao Yi's personality, she probably wouldn't have any further contact with the Ji family. As a reporter, it would be a huge loss for her to lose the Ji family's big pie.
They changed the subject and started talking about something else.
As dusk settled, streetlights were lit in the courtyard.
After an hour and wasting about a hundred bamboo skewers, the three diligent men finally served up normal kebabs.
Tan Zhaojing's head was covered in sweat from the charcoal stove. Knowing it was unlikely, he still wanted to try. He half-squatted in front of his girlfriend and said, "Wipe your sweat."
She made a move, but instead of wiping him, she slipped a tissue into his hand.
Since that's the case, I'll have to do it myself.
Tan Zhaojing grasped the small hand that was unwilling to pay attention to him, and upon touching it, he noticed that her hand was icy cold.
He got up and draped his coat over her shoulders, saying, "You can ignore me, but you need to put your clothes on."
The girl muttered, "It's too big, it's inconvenient to eat while wearing it."
"Just roll up your sleeves."
Lin Zaoyi wanted to say no, she wasn't cold, but she couldn't control herself and stretched her arm in. Tan Zhaojing lowered his eyes, his slender fingers lingering on his sleeves, rolling them up one by one. She stared at his movements quietly, somewhat mesmerized.
His voice came through, "How about we return the favor and you wipe my sweat?"
She didn't move, she just glanced at him.
Tan Zhaojing could read her eyes perfectly. He shoved the paper into her hand, forcefully gripped her wrist to wipe his sweat, and said, "Thank you, girlfriend."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
The others also said: "..."
Meng Jinxi couldn't help but burst out laughing at Zhaojing's unabashed display of arrogance.
Tan Jiani was simply unbearable to watch. Dude, if you're going to date, fine, but can you please stop being so lovey-dovey?
With so many people around, Lin Zaoyi still considered her pride and only scoffed softly, "Tan Zhaojing, be normal."
The man's expression remained completely unchanged. "It's perfectly normal. I didn't even kiss you in front of them."
She didn't want to talk to him anymore; she wanted to eat something and was about to grab a skewer when Tan Zhaojing made the first move. Then, she saw President Ji stretch out his arm, and in just a few seconds, two more piles appeared in front of her.
Tan Zhaojing frowned and glanced at the person who had interfered, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
Ji Baishen returned the sentence verbatim.
Tan Zhaojing stared at him blankly, "What about me?"
Ji Boshen: "You stole it from me—"
"The blind date." Tan Jiani interrupted quickly, adding a sarcastic remark, "Brother Baishen, I'm not trying to be mean, but you keep repeating the same thing over and over, it's like you're a broken record."
Ji Baishen leaned back in his chair, unconvinced. "As long as it works, that's fine."
Meng Henian joked, "Seriously, given your relationship, how can you still cooperate?"
The two turned to look at each other simultaneously, and said in unison, "That's why I said you have a narrow mind."
Meng Henian: "..."
Haha, another burst of laughter.
Tan You, who was sitting to the side, was amused. Before his smile had faded, someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw his cousin gesturing with his chin towards the opposite side, "Let's change seats."
Tan You deliberately contradicted him, saying, "I like sitting here."
As soon as he finished speaking, his collar was pulled up rudely, and then he was dragged out of his seat.
"...Brother, you've gone too far!"
Tan Zhaojing glanced at it indifferently, "Dawdling."
Tan You grinned, "You always know how to pick on the weak."
He received a message on his phone, opened it, and found a new group chat inexplicably appearing on his screen. The group owner was Brother Bai Shen, and it was a two-person group chat.
Wouldn't that be unnecessary?
Another person popped up in the chat box: Brother Duan Lin.
Duan Lin: [?]
Tan You typed along, "[This group...]"
Bai Shen tagged him, saying, "It's nothing much, I just wanted to ask you, after being suppressed by your cousin for so long, don't you want to fight back?"
Duan Lin chuckled. [Ji Baishen, is such a small matter really worth creating a separate group chat?]
Ji Boshen: [This shows how important you are; I consider you one of my own.]
Duan Lin: [...]
There's absolutely no need for that.
Tan You chuckled speechlessly. "Brother Bai Shen, trying to sow discord won't work. Seriously, these days being a mistress will get you beaten up."
Ji Boshen: [Your brother steals my blind date and he doesn't get beaten up?]
Tan You was speechless. [Brother Bai Shen, if you're not Xianglin's wife, then who is?]
Duan Lin: [Ji Baishen, go wash up and go to sleep. You can have anything in your dreams!]
A notification popped up on the screen: Duan Lin has left the group.
Tan You still politely inquired, "Brother, should I withdraw too?"
The system message indicates that the group has been disbanded.
Tan You: "..."
This is probably the most sloppy group in history.
******
The group played until nine o'clock before dispersing.
Meng Jinxi was so happy today that she laughed until she cried several times. She wrapped her arms around Zaoyi and hung half of her body on her. "We should come to more gatherings like this in the future. I love watching them bicker."
Lin Zaoyi glanced at her and said, "You really do love to stir up trouble."
“Who said that?” Meng Jinxi refused to admit it, she curled her lips, “It was clearly meant to help the two brothers get along better.”
He first called out to the one walking on the right, "Brother Zhaojing, come again anytime!"
Then another one said, "Brother Baishen, you too~"
One didn't respond, but the other nodded in a very good-natured manner, "Sure, as long as some people aren't afraid of being cornered by me."
Tan Zhaojing was too lazy to pay attention; he didn't bother with things he couldn't have.
A few steps ahead was the parking lot, and he caught up with it and stopped near the tram.
"It's too late, don't drive anymore. I'll have the driver take the car to the front desk, and you can ride in Aunt Ming's car tomorrow."
Lin Zaoyi glanced at the time. "Nine o'clock isn't late. I don't need glasses."
"Lin Zaoyi!" Tan Jiani called out to her, "Just listen to my brother, you can't expect me to squeeze onto your little electric scooter with you, can you?"
Lin Zaoyi turned around and said, "I won't let you squeeze in."
After saying that, she opened the car door, but didn't get in, mainly because Tan Zhaojing was blocking her way.
Tan Zhaojing knew very well how stubborn this girl was. Unless he forced her, he could only let her be. He turned to the side and saw that Tan Jiani had slipped out of her brother's car and scurried into Lin Zaoyi's car. Before she was even settled in, she said preemptively, "I wouldn't have bothered to get in if it weren't on my way."
Lin Zaoyi glanced at her, "Smug my foot!"
The car started, and several cars drove out of the villa one after another.
Mingxian hadn't rested yet. She stood on the terrace, draped in a cashmere scarf. The night view wasn't beautiful tonight; not to mention the stars, even the moon seemed to be hiding somewhere.
The sound of tires scraping the ground came from the courtyard. She stared for half a second and realized it was her daughter's car. Her gaze shifted and she saw another car outside the yard. It didn't drive in or stop, and disappeared from sight in a few seconds.
The license plate isn't visible from this angle, but that's not important. If the license plate number hadn't been pre-registered, the car wouldn't have been able to enter. So, whether you can see it clearly or not is irrelevant; it's already clear who it is.
Are Zaoyi and Zhaojing back together?
Just from the guess, Mingxian felt a chill. She pulled her cashmere apron tighter around her and turned to go inside.
It's still cold.
After a short pause, she took out her phone, edited a message, and after several revisions, finally sent it successfully.
[Zhaojing, are you free tomorrow night? If so, come back for dinner.]
We must bring this to a close; dragging it out any longer will be bad for everyone.
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