Chapter 236: Gift, do you like it?
Chapter 236 Gift, do you like it?
Gu Ci sat uneasily outside the operating room, waiting for Lu Zhiyuan's examination report. Paris was different from China. Here, she could not enter the operating room. This was not the Lu family's hospital after all.
Chiang Jun came to his home, full of fireworks.
Ji Huan was in the kitchen, not wearing an apron, and was busy making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. In order to buy the ingredients for Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, he went to three Chinese supermarkets.
Jiang Junlin was sitting on the sofa not far from the fireplace, lazily looking at Hualan Bank's year-end summary report. He was wearing a beige sweater, casual trousers, and a black gemstone ring on his middle finger. He looked special. Relax, be lazy.
And sexy!
Chiang Junlin's sexual tension is only when he is most relaxed and most aggressive!
The guards were withdrawn and passed the New Year's Day in the auxiliary building. Half of the guards of Jiang Junlin were Chinese, and the rest were either mixed -race or Europeans had been assimilated for a long time.
He had just had a video call with his family, almost in tandem with Gu Ci, and then looked at the year-end summary of Hualan Bank. Although he was not in the country, his work had not fallen behind at all.
Dozens of ingredients were stewed in the casserole. Ji Xun was busy boiling the chicken soup made from the duck skeleton and the old hen, then put the broccoli and ham in and blanched them. After blanching, add olive oil and stir-fry a few times. Remove from the pan.
He just learned these two dishes. It was still uncertain whether Jiang Junlin would pay for them or not. The housekeeper was afraid of starving the young master, so he also cooked some dishes from the annex building and sent them over.
"Jiang Junlin, do you really use me as a chef?" Ji Xun washed his hands, walked over, and kicked Jiang Junlin's toes.
"Don't make trouble, I'm busy!" Jiang Junlin was looking at the budget, and he was also calculating the accounts. Ji Xuan looked at him with a half-smile, his unhappiness hidden in his eyes. President Jiang and him had been fighting to the death recently, and they almost didn't draw their guns at each other. But he turned around and called again, inviting him to spend New Year's Day with him. To sum up history, President Jiang took the initiative to come to Beauty to time the clock, which was definitely up to no good.
Ji Xun took away his tablet, sat astride his lap, took off Jiang Junlin's gold-rimmed glasses, and casually hung them on his face. The glasses had no prescription and were suitable for Ji Xun to wear.
He played with the black sapphire ring on Jiang Junlin's finger. It was Ji Xuan's birthday gift to Jiang Junlin this year. He also put it on his right **** with dignity, "Do you like the gift?"
Jiang Junlin took a look at the gemstone ring. There were no unnecessary embellishments on the black gemstone, which was in line with Jiang Junlin's aesthetics. "It's okay."
“President Jiang pulled a gun on me the day before yesterday, and today he called me to cook.” He tilted his head, with a smile in his eyes behind the lenses, “Aren’t you afraid of me poisoning you?”
"Don't exaggerate!" Jiang Junlin sneered and put his index finger against his face, "You deliberately provoked me, and the guard overreacted, but you didn't hurt me."
He was quick-sighted, took off his glasses and threw them on the table. Ji Xun suddenly pushed his shoulders back, and he also pushed him down.
The hot breath took over his perception. Ji Xun's fingers touched his Adam's apple, feeling the fresh vitality and sexiness under Jiang Junlin's skin.
When he let go, the corner of Jiang Junlin's lip was bitten by him. He couldn't restrain himself every time. He wanted to leave his mark on Jiang Junlin. It was an addiction.
"Would you feel bad if you were injured?" Ji Xun's face looked a little sickly. In recent days, he had been forced to lose control by Jiang Junlin. He felt very depressed and always had a desire to kill.
"Who can hurt you?" Jiang Junlin sneered, "Why did my guards overreact the day before yesterday? It was you who sent people to hit my car first and conflicted with my people."
"If I didn't bump into you, would you see me?" Ji Xun's eyes were dark and heavy.
Jiang Junlin frowned, guessing that he must have been in a car accident in his previous life and had some irreversible damage. If he was simply hospitalized for a few months, Xiaoci would not mention it specifically. After confirming Gu Ziyu's identity, Jiang Junlin was very cautious. He randomly selected vehicles for travel and no longer sat in the main car. The car Ji Xun knocked over that day was the car he usually sat in.
Coincidentally, he happened to be sitting in the bodyguard car that day.
"Ji Xun..." Jiang Junlin leaned forward and pinched his chin. Ji Xun sat on his lap. This posture was clearly that of Jiang Junlin, but he had the domineering look of a superior person. "You really want to hit me to death?"
"Aren't you a good person, sitting here?" Ji Xun lowered his head and kissed his finger.
Jiang Junlin's strength increased slightly, as if he was about to unload her. Jiang Junlin said, "It's snowy in Paris and the road is slippery, so accidents are easy to happen. If you hit me like this, if I fell in the snow and was run over by a car, , your legs are disabled, or your spine is broken, and you will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, will you feel happy?"
Ji Xun's smiling eyes were slightly startled, but a hint of anger flashed across his face, "Yes!"
His smile was evil and demonic, just like the villain in the comics. "In this case, Mr. Jiang will not be able to escape and will be my prisoner for the rest of his life. I'm really looking forward to it just thinking about it!"
“Then keep going!” Jiang Junlin pushed him away, “Maybe one day you will get what you want!”
Ji Xun was also aroused by him. The relationship between Black Eagle and the Jida has been tense recently, and they have completely broken up. Jiang Junlin and Lu Zhiyuan single-handedly cultivated Pei Qiuying, but they were backlashed. Now Pei Qiuying is firmly established in the Jida, and he is very smart. Injuring Lu Zhiyuan and splitting Black Eagle, in the eyes of the Jida, Pei Qiuying was the hero and almost killed the leader of the Black Eagle. This is something that no previous Yida master has been able to do.
Now, when Pei Qiuying is the most popular, Chen Rushi also intends to cooperate with Pei Qiuying. Ji Xun and Rong Li are overwhelmed by dealing with these matters, but Jiang Junlin is still behind them, supporting Chen Rushi.
He wanted to see Jiang Junlin, but he couldn't!
Ji Huan came to Jiang Junlin's house, but was not allowed to enter. It turned out that he was able to go straight in because of Jiang Junlin's tacit approval. When Jiang Junlin deprived him of his power, he suddenly realized that everything was under Jiang Junlin's control.
If Jiang Junlin doesn't want to see someone, no one can really see him.
Ji Huan felt like a demon was born in his heart, and in a rage he sent someone to hit him. However, he found out beforehand that Jiang Junlin was sitting in the bodyguard car and would not really hurt him.
Furthermore, the car drove slowly in the snow and the car overturned, but no one was injured at all. This was actually a warning from Ji Xun to Jiang Junlin. His patience had reached its limit.
Sure enough, I got a call today!
"If not, how could you see me?" Ji Xuan laughed evilly.
"You always do things regardless of the consequences." Jiang Junlin frowned, feeling a little annoyed. He controlled his emotions well, and the few times he got angry were all because of Ji Xun.
Ji Xuan's madness is hidden under a harmless appearance, and his love and hate are both extreme. "The last time I was assassinated in City A, it was you who sent me. Don't think I don't know!"
"No!" Ji Xun's eyes darkened, "I..."
"Really?" Jiang Junlin looked at him with a sneer. That time Jiang Junlin almost died, but the bullet missed by an inch. "The script was very well written. They sent someone to assassinate me, and then the hero saved the beauty, like a **** of war descending from the sky. When this gesture appears in my life, maybe I will be moved and agree to it, right?"
I have to have my teeth extracted recently, and I have a serious question: Should I reduce the number of updates?
(End of this chapter)