Mr. Ji's old love and new wife

Chapter 18 It's for her from the beginning
"Ji, President Ji..." Chen Mingsong tried hard to say something, but he was too painful to speak.

"Mr. Ji!" A young woman in business attire ran over from behind holding the documents, and she was obviously stunned when she saw the scene here.

And I frowned instinctively, always feeling that this voice was very familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

"What happened? Do you want me to call security?" the woman asked nervously.

Ji Shaoyi snorted coldly, exerted force on his hands again, and said coldly: "Say."

Chen Mingsong held his breath, and finally uttered a sentence: "Mr. Ji...you listen to my explanation."

"Explain what, are you insulting my eyesight?" When Ji Shaoyi said it, he suddenly exerted force, and only heard a "Karma", followed by Chen Mingsong clutching his wrist and rolling on the ground screaming in pain.

Ji Shaoyi straightened his body slightly, and looked at the people on the ground indifferently: "The medical expenses will be paid together with your settlement salary, don't do it again."

The last three words are abrupt and forceful, with a hint of coldness, which makes people dare not disobey.

Chen Mingsong ignored the pain in his wrist and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Ji, this matter was a misunderstanding from the beginning, and I will ask Baojia to explain it right away! Ji Baojia, we are... friends, really!" I saw that his forehead was covered with sweat from the pain, but his face was still not red and his heart was beating when he was lying.

Ji Shaoyi stared at him indifferently, then suddenly pointed his finger at me: "Listen to me, it's for her from the beginning, if you dare to hit her, I'll let you get out of Jiangcheng!"

Chen Mingsong was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "She was the one who sowed discord first, I... I just taught her a little lesson..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Shaoyi suddenly stepped forward, leaned over and grabbed his collar, his eyes were full of anger, and said coldly: "One slap, I just dislocated your wrist, if you If you dare to touch her, weigh it yourself."

I looked at it coldly, what's going on now?Do you want to vent your anger on me?

Chen Mingsong was finally so frightened that he couldn't speak a word, Ji Shaoyi pushed him away, strode straight forward, and didn't even look at me.

I couldn't help but sneered when I remembered that he said yesterday that he just wanted to make me his woman in the eyes of others.

"Does Ms. Shen need to go to the bathroom to clean up?" The young woman asked me politely with a smile.

I withdrew my thoughts and shook my head. I felt that there was nothing to clean up. I was neither here to apply for a job nor a beauty pageant.

She smiled again, stretched out her hand to me, and said, "Then please, go to Mr. Ji's office." After taking two steps, she said, "Oh, I forgot to introduce, my name is Feng Qinghe, yes President Ji's secretary."

Ji Shaoyi, who is so annoying, has found a good female secretary.

I forced a smile: "Hello, Miss Feng."

"Don't call me that, call me Secretary." Her warm and contagious smile made me forget the unhappiness before.Suddenly she asked again, "Is it you that day?"

I looked at her suspiciously.

She still smiled and said, "On Ms. Nan's birthday, the person in Mr. Ji's room was Ms. Shen, right?" She paused, and then said, "I just saw it when I came out of the elevator. It was originally to send documents to Mr. Ji Yes, it turned out that he seemed to be angry inside, and told me to get out, but I was taken aback. Our President Ji is not like this, he rarely gets angry. "

Heh, Ji Shaoyi seldom gets angry, just like my three-year-old child.

But she said she was the one who knocked on the door that day?But why did Ji Shaoyi tell me that he hired a prostitute?

"Here we are." Feng Qinghe pushed open the door of the office.

I hesitated for a while, and finally walked in. Feng Qinghe didn't follow in, but closed the door behind her.

Ji Shaoyi stood with his back to the door. I hesitated for half a second and walked forward. Before I could ask what happened to Chen Mingsong just now, I saw him turn around and throw a document on the table with his hands, his words were cool and sharp; "sign."

Now that I'm here, I'm ready to sign the contract, so when he threw the contract over, I directly drew the pen from one side of the pen holder and stepped forward.

The moment I pulled the contract on the table, I was stunned.

Why did the good design contract suddenly become a prenuptial agreement!
(End of this chapter)