Chapter 107 Cheng Feng looked so stupid that he probably didn’t see anything.
There was only a dim light on at the entrance, illuminating a small area in the room, and the surroundings were silent.
Ji Jinhe's breathing became tense, and he felt as if a large dark cloud was pressing on his chest, making him feel depressed and uncomfortable.
The car accident was like a thorn, deeply rooted in the hearts of both of them.
"Ji Jinhe, what do you want me to do with you?" Qi Xiuxu took a deep breath, raised his head from her neck, and stroked the back of her head with one hand.
He couldn't bear to hit her or scold her, and he would feel sad when he saw her in a bad mood. Qi Xiuxu had no way to deal with Ji Jinhe.
"Not again."
Ji Jinhe looked up at him eagerly, her peach blossom eyes filled with mist, looking very pitiful.
Qi Xiuxu sighed and pushed her shoulder: "Go take a shower and go to bed."
"Where are you going?" Ji Jinhe stood at the door and looked up at him stubbornly.
Qi Xiuxu stared at her for two seconds, then rubbed her head and led her into the room: "We're not going anywhere."
"Go." Qi Xiuxu stuffed the pajamas into Ji Jinhe's arms and gently pushed her towards the bathroom.
Ji Jinhe looked back at Qi Xiuxu twice, then walked into the bathroom.
After closing the door, Ji Jinhe turned his back and hugged his pajamas, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Yunqi had better not let her find him.
When Ji Jinhe came out of the bathroom, Qi Xiuxu had just returned from his room after washing up.
As soon as he walked into the room, Ji Jinhe took the initiative to move towards him.
Qi Xiuxu looked down at the person in his arms, sighed, and pulled the person to lie down on the bed.
After all this trouble, it’s almost twelve o’clock.
Qi Xiuxu pulled the quilt over them both, and Ji Jinhe put her arms around his waist and snuggled in his arms.
He touched her soft hair and said softly: "When you drive from now on, the speed must not exceed 110."
Ji Jinhe moved, raised her head and opened her mouth to say something, but he reached out and rubbed her lips a few times.
"Don't try to refute it. There won't be many opportunities with Cheng Feng behind the wheel."
Ji Jinhe shut her mouth silently. Before, when Qi Xiuxu was not in the country, she would occasionally let Mu Zhao sit in the passenger seat while she drove for fun.
This was the first time Qi Xiuxu had touched the steering wheel since she returned to China, and her speed was now directly restricted.
"Don't think you can hide it from me. Cheng Feng will tell me."
There are also bodyguards following behind, and as long as Ji Jinhe touches the car, someone will report to him.
Having just done something bad, Ji Jinhe buried her head in his chest in silence and stopped talking.
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The next day, when the two were having breakfast, Cheng Mi and Cheng Feng walked in from outside.
"Mr. Qi, Miss Ji." The two greeted each other respectfully, and Cheng Feng looked at Qi Xiuxu with gratitude in his eyes.
When Cheng Feng returned home yesterday, he thought he would be punished, so he obediently went to the punishment hall.
After waiting for two hours, Cheng Mi came to him and told him that only his salary had been deducted.
Cheng Feng was immediately overjoyed. Director Qi didn't punish him!
However, Cheng Mi did not let him be happy for too long. He gave him a three-hour verbal reprimand and then added: "I know you can't stop Miss Ji. Master Qi doesn't want to blame you, but deducting your salary is inevitable."
As for punishment, it is only meaningful if it combines kindness and severity.
The emotion in Cheng Feng's eyes could hardly be hidden, and Qi Xiuxu looked up at him.
If Ji Jinhe really wanted to do something, she had plenty of ways to make Cheng Feng unable to stop her.
It would be better to teach Cheng Feng a lesson and make him pay more attention to Ji Jinhe in the future than to punish him meaninglessly.
Ji Jinhe sat next to Qi Xiuxu and responded softly, then lowered her eyes and drank her porridge.
Cheng Mi stood upright and reported to Qi Xiuxu, "Mr. Qi, the Miao family's charity dinner will be held at the Lujiang Hotel tonight."
Ji Jinhe swallowed a mouthful of porridge and looked up at Cheng Mi, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
The Miao family had started building momentum for this charity dinner a long time ago, inviting many celebrities and many celebrity reporters to attend, and even planned to broadcast it live.
"Mr. Qi," Cheng Mi looked at Qi Xiuxu, then at Ji Jinhe, "Miss Ji, do you want to go?"
When the Miao family first held the event, they sent invitations to well-known philanthropists across the country, including the well-known philanthropist "XH".
The identity "XH" was a sudden idea of Qi Xiuxu and Ji Jinhe when they were in junior high school and elementary school respectively. Initially, the Qi couple handled donation-related matters on their behalf. Later, when the Qi couple passed away, Qi Xiuxu took over this identity.
"XH" has funded many orphanages and impoverished mountainous areas over the years. Someone on the Internet has specifically calculated that the money donated by "XH" is as high as billions.
"Do you want to go?" Qi Xiuxu picked up a crystal dumpling and put it into Ji Jinhe's bowl.
It is said that this donation is completely transparent and open, and many celebrities have donated their own items to participate in the auction.
Chu Jin and Liu Yilan also received invitations. It was Liu Yilan's first time to attend a red carpet event, and she was afraid of accidents, so she originally planned to watch the two of them.
"go."
Cheng Mi understood that if Ji Jinhe went, Qi Xiuxu would definitely go.
After breakfast, Ji Jinhe followed Qi Xiuxu into his car. As usual, the two of them first sent Ji Jinhe to Jiasui.
When getting off the car, Ji Jinhe turned and looked at Qi Xiuxu.
Qi Xiuxu leaned over and gave her a tender kiss on the lips, his fingertips gently brushing the corner of her lips: "Go."
Only then did Ji Jinhe get out of the car and leave with satisfaction.
When they reached the eleventh floor, Mu Zhao was making coffee in the tea room as usual.
Seeing Ji Jinhe walk into the office, she frowned and looked at Cheng Feng: "What happened last night?"
The day before yesterday, Ji Jinhe arranged for her to go on a business trip to Hai City. When she came back, she heard Wei Yun send a message saying that something had happened.
"I'm not sure either." Cheng Feng scratched his head.
Yesterday, Ji Jinhe used Bluetooth to contact Wei Yun, but he couldn't hear what the other party said. Then Ji Jinhe suddenly got in the car to surround Xu Zhenqu.
He didn't figure out what happened until he got off the car. It seemed that someone had escaped, and Miss Ji was very angry.
Mu Zhao looked at Cheng Feng scrutinizingly, and after confirming that he really didn't see anything, he walked into the office with satisfaction, carrying the coffee.
When Ji Jinhe saw her come in, he looked up and asked, "How is it?"
"Cheng Feng looked so stupid that he probably didn't realize anything." Mu Zhao put down his coffee and said.
Ji Jinhe put down the pen she was spinning in her hand. Xu Zhenqu mentioned the car accident in front of Cheng Feng yesterday. She didn't know whether Cheng Feng had told Qi Xiuxu about it.
If I tell it, it will be very troublesome. Qi Xiuxu will definitely investigate this matter.
Thinking of Xu Zhenqu, Ji Jinhe frowned in disgust.
"The items Chu Jin and Liu Yilan want to donate are ready. Do you want to send someone to buy them at the auction?" Seeing Ji Jinhe's unhappy expression, Mu Zhao quickly changed the subject.
The celebrities invited to the charity dinner will donate some items related to themselves for auction, and the money obtained from the auction will be automatically donated to charity projects.
"Don't worry about Chu Jin's, send someone to buy Liu Yilan's."
Ji Jinhe basically doesn’t have to worry about the items donated by Chu Jin, as his fans will take pictures of them.
But Liu Yilan is different. She doesn't have a large fan base, and it would be embarrassing if no one buys the donated items.
"Okay, Miss Ji." Mu Zhao nodded in agreement.
"Oh right," Ji Jinhe thought of something and looked up at Mu Zhao, "Send someone to get the dress Su You bought a few days ago."
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