Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7142 Your father's secret (5)

Opening the notebook, JY still has a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

Not long after, Ah Yong came back.

He took out a miniature camera and gave it to him: "Mr. Ji, yes."

"Last night, it didn't happen."

"understood."

Ji Changmu put away the camera and made a few more phone calls.

Near noon, Qiao Muyuan sent him photos of today's exhibition: "Brother Ji, the exhibition is so boring."

"I heard that the scenery over there is good, you can walk there."

"No, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't compare to Brother Ji. I'll come back when the business trip is over." The little girl sent him a lot of photos, as well as her own selfies, while talking rustic love stories.

Ji Changmu will save all the photos of Qiao Muyuan in his mobile phone, and he will never tire of seeing them.

"Brother Ji, you have never sent me a photo, can you send one, I will use it as a screensaver."

Ji Changmu doesn't like to take pictures, but he has to coax the little girl: "We will take a group photo when you come back next time."

"Okay, really? Then let's go to the photo studio."

"it is good."

It's all good.

Ji Changmu is almost obedient to Qiao Muyuan.

He put the phone aside and talked to Qiao Muyuan, and he would only hang up the phone when she hung it up.

JY has been gaining momentum in the past few months. It has acquired several small technology companies. Besides market expansion, it has also signed mechanical equipment order contracts with major foreign scientific research institutes non-stop.

He looked at the calendar, and he had to go abroad in a few days.

In the afternoon, the police department called him.

"Mr. Ji, Tong Zhenghai wants to see you."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Ji Changmu didn't rush over there, he asked the nurse to change the gauze for him, took today's medicine, changed into his usual shirt, and put on a thin dark gray windbreaker.

"Mr. Ji, let's talk about what's going on in two days. You can't be discharged from the hospital yet." Ah Yong was very anxious.

"I'm fine." Ji Changmu didn't feel anything, the wound was already healing.

Ah Yong couldn't persuade him, so he had to drive him to the prison.

In the dark and damp prison, Tong Zhenghai was wearing a prison uniform, his face was vicissitudes, and his stubble hadn't been trimmed for a while.

Seeing Ji Changmu approaching, he had a different look in his eyes.

The door opened, and Ji Changmu, holding his wheelchair, went in to visit the prison alone.

Tong Zhenghai's shrewd eyes looked at Ji Changmu carefully again: "You are still in the capital."

"I will come to the capital often in the future until you are sentenced."

"Ji Changmu, you don't need to compete with a desperate old man like me. You don't have any skills. It's been more than ten years, so what if you watched me be sentenced to death? Your short-lived mother's life, you It can't be saved either!"

"Tong Zhenghai, my time is precious. If you have anything to say, you'd better say it as soon as possible. My patience is limited."

"My lawyer said that the lawyer you hired is aggressive and does not accept any reduction in my sentence. He just wants me to die, and it is best to die quickly. Right?"

"Tong Zhenghai, this is the best path I've arranged for you." Ji Changmu's lips curled up indifferently, as if ice had been cast on him, "If you want to live in this world, it's better to make amends to my father as soon as possible."

"But I'm dead, and you won't get any benefits."

"Your death is the greatest benefit to the Ji family."

"Oh." Tong Zhenghai smiled and lowered his voice, "Ji Changmu, don't you want money? Or gold, silver and jewelry? If you want it, I have plenty of ways to get it for you."

(End of this chapter)