Quickly wear: The male protagonist Jue Si is manipulated by a pregnant Jiaojiao

Ji Yuan thought about meeting Ji Ting again, but he didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Ji Yuan was only fifteen years old when he left Ji Ting, and he had only founded the J organization ten years ago.

Ji Ting is now fifty years old and has been leading the base for more than twenty years.

Not only is there a gap in military strength, but also in manpower, Ji Yuan is no match for Ji Ting.

Looking at the hundreds of fighter planes hovering above the base, Ji Yuan understood that Ji Ting was serious this time.

In order to prevent the J organization from being destroyed, Ji Yuan had to negotiate with Ji Ting.

The base's heavy iron gate, which was about ten meters high, slowly opened.

Ji Ting, wearing leather shoes, smoking a cigar and wearing a black coat, walked out of the car slowly.

He looked at the door. There were only a few special forces guarding it, and Ji Yuan was not there at all. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

She still holds a grudge against him.

Ji Ting curled the corners of his lips, with no emotion visible on his face, and just walked in.

He only brought a few people with him, and Jian Yihan was one of them.

When I entered, the door was closed with a bang.

Ji Ting glanced back, his face a little dark.

That would have been fine, but along the way, no one saluted him. Everyone was busy with their own things, as if they didn't exist.

However, it is worth mentioning that the base that Ji Yuan created in just ten years was much better than the one he created at that time.

What made Ji Ting unhappy was that Ji Yuan took in too many poor people.

The poor are all parasites and will only hinder the expansion of the base.

When they arrived at the negotiation meeting room, Ji Yuan was still not here. Ji Ting sat in his seat and waited for him for an hour. When he was about to lose his patience, he saw him show up.

Ji Ting hadn't seen Ji Yuan for a long time. When he saw him coming in in a wheelchair, Ji Ting couldn't help but be stunned.

He stood up from his seat, "Ji Yuan, your legs?"

Ji Yuan glanced at Jian Yihan who was standing beside him, and said calmly, "Thanks to Mr. Ji Ting, this was left by the gentleman next to you."

Ji Ting then remembered that Jian Yihan had told him before that Ji Yuan had injured his leg.

He glared at Jian Yihan fiercely. Jian Yihan couldn't help but feel puzzled when he thought of how Ji Yuan's legs were fine just now.

"No, clearly before..."

Ji Yuan said indifferently, "Yes, Mr. Jian brought so many zombies to me in order to deal with me. In order to deal with them, my old injuries were triggered and there is no possibility of them ever being healed."

Jian Yihan didn't expect this to happen. Ji Ting looked at him as if he wanted to kill him. He pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Ji Ting sat there for more than an hour, but no one came to make tea.

As soon as Ji Yuan arrived, the tea was prepared and served.

But he only gave Ji Yuan one cup.

There was nothing at Ji Ting's place.

Ji Yuan drank his tea calmly: "Mr. Ji Ting's base has all kinds of good things. He definitely doesn't want to drink my cheap, moldy tea. I won't wrong Mr. Ji Ting."

He calls him Mr. Ji Ting all the time.

Ji Ting was really furious when he heard this.

But looking at his leg, he calmed down again.

"You injured your leg while saving that zombie?"

"The tea is a little hot, go change it."

Ji Yuan seemed not to have heard Ji Ting's words. After handing the tea to the assistant, he saw the potted plants on the side out of the corner of his eye and frowned again.

"How do you raise this fortune tree? Don't you know that the fortune tree carries good fortune? Now it's turning yellow. Do you want me to fire you?"

The assistant at the side handed the teacup to the secretary and said puzzledly: "Professor, it's a bit strange. An hour ago, the money tree was fine. I don't know what happened. It suddenly turned yellow." Hearing this, Ji Yuan nodded, "Maybe it encountered something bad."

As he said that, he looked up at Ji Ting, who had a grim expression on his face, "Oh, by the way, what did Mr. Ji Ting say to me just now?"

Ji Ting's face almost turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Ji Yuan, this kid, openly and secretly mocked him as a bad person.

If it weren't for the fact that he was his son, he would have killed him long ago!
"I wonder what exactly that zombie is..." What's going on?

Before Ji Ting finished speaking, Ji Yuan looked at another place and became dissatisfied again.

"How did you clean that glass? Why is it all dusty? Go clean it quickly!"

The assistant nodded: "Okay, Professor, I'll get someone to clean it right away."

After a while, four or five cleaners carrying tools came in aggressively and started cleaning.

During this time, the water stains on the rags in their hands almost splashed on Ji Ting several times.

As for Jian Yihan and the others, their shoes and trouser legs were all wet from the mop.

Ji Ting was very angry. He stood up and was about to slam the table in anger when a cleaner came over with a rag to wipe the table.

"Sir, please make way."

Ji Ting held his breath in his heart, unable to spit it out or swallow it, and almost got angry to death.

It took an hour to finish all this.

Ji Ting's mouth was dry and he glared at Ji Yuan with a cold face, "Ji Yuan, have you had enough of this?"

Ji Yuan's lips curled up, "It's not enough."

Ji Ting choked for a moment, gritted his teeth and continued to ask: "What is your relationship with that zombie?"

"Of course it's the relationship between humans and zombies."

This guy, how come his mouth has become so poisonous?

Ji Ting was almost so angry that he pinched his philtrum. He pinched his brows and suppressed his anger again and again.

"Hand her over, and I'll have the fighter planes outside withdraw!"

"Heh." Ji Yuan laughed, and just as he laughed, a dozen special forces soldiers rushed in, pointing their guns at their heads.

Ji Ting was stunned, "Ji Yuan, what are you doing?"

"You came to me on your own accord, and you're still asking me why? Can't you see?" Ji Yuan smiled happily, "Of course you're using the emperor to control the other princes."

Ji Ting never expected that Ji Yuan, this rebellious son, would even dare to plot against him like this.

If it weren't for his injured leg, Ji Ting would definitely teach him a lesson!
But the next moment, looking at Ji Yuan standing up, Ji Ting was stunned again.

Ji Yuan explained seriously: "Oh, I forgot to tell Mr. Ji Ting, my leg is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I saw you guys were too arrogant just now, so it broke. Now seeing you guys in such a mess, it feels better now."

Ji Ting: (▼皿▼#)
"Tie them all up. Oh, and gag the oldest one. Take away everything he has. Put them in jail separately. I'll go see them when I feel better."

The oldest one, Ji Ting: Ah, Ji Yuan, you rebellious son!!!

When Ji Yuan came back, Nanzhi was learning to write.

Ji Yuan searched for the primary school curriculum for her and she is following along.

Seeing Ji Yuan, she ran over and hung around his waist.

"Studying is so boring. I don't want to study anymore."

Ji Yuan held her hips and said, "What do you want to do now?"

Nanzhi stared at him straight in the eyes, "I want to kiss the professor."

(End of this chapter)