Bound love and get married: sweet wife is not easy to chase

Chapter 44 Can you compare with them?

Lin Nian originally came to apologize, but she didn't expect Ji Jingchen to change her face when she said that she would change her face. She was anxious and put her hand on the door, "Ji Jingchen, I apologized to you on my own initiative, can't you be more magnanimous? How do you treat other people?" Everyone can be magnanimous, why can't I do it?"

Ji Jingchen slowly let go of the hand on the doorknob. After a moment of silence, he looked at Lin Nian with a cold expression, "Can you compare with them?"

In his eyes, those people are just outsiders, how can they be the same as her.

But Lin Nian didn't hear the subtext in his heart, so she only understood the literal meaning of his words.

Feeling that the words had come to an end and there was no need to continue, Lin Nian silently let go of his hand against the door.

The door slammed shut, separating the two of them.

In fact, Ji Jingchen also realized that something was wrong when he said that sentence, but he didn't want to explain it.

He never liked to explain.

Lin Nian withdrew from Ji Jingchen's office. When he turned around, he saw Song Cheng. He didn't know how long he had been here.

"Song Special Assistant." Lin Nian greeted him.

"I'm here to find the president, is he inside?" Song Cheng kept his expression on, but in fact, he had a panoramic view of the entire process of the two people's interaction just now.

"Oh, yes."

Song Cheng nodded slightly, knocked on the door and walked in.

In the huge office, the windows are bright and clean, and the sunlight outside the windows is just right, but there is a gloomy atmosphere shrouded in the glass windows.

Song Cheng couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart, the president of their family had never met a woman, had never been in a relationship, and his EQ was low, so when he was chasing a woman, he really messed around without any rules.

But there are some things that he shouldn't talk too much, and he can only watch quietly.

Watching his own BOSS go further and further on the road to death.

"President, can I start?" Song Cheng asked Ji Jingchen for his opinion before making a routine report.

Seeing him nodding, he continued, "The groundbreaking ceremony of Tianshui Resort will be held in two weeks. There are three companies on the candidate list for all the pipe materials used in the construction this time. It has not yet been determined which one will be selected..."

"The people in the project department can decide which company's pipe material to use. Should I choose this kind of thing?" Ji Jingchen was in a bad mood. rhythmic.

After Song Cheng spoke, he became more cautious, "Because one of them is Lin's enterprise, the old lady has greeted the project department, and we have cooperated with Lin for many years."

"Lin's can't do it."

Song Cheng was taken aback by Ji Jingchen's reaction, and then he said pertinently, "Among the three candidate companies, Lin's is currently the best. Would you like to think about it again?"

"There's no need to think about it. People like Lin Zhicheng shouldn't give him any chance to stand up, lest he think about abandoning his wife and children when he gets better."

Now Song Cheng had nothing to say, so he could only turn the page, "The owner of the small island attached to Tianshui Resort has not been contacted yet."

After the words fell, Ji Jingchen didn't reply immediately, but sat there with fixed eyebrows, fisted with one hand, and knocked on the table one after another.

In the end, he frowned, and asked, "The person I asked you to investigate, has there been any movement recently?"

Song Cheng knew that person, referring to the mysterious person they met in the bar that day. Ji Jingchen had been keeping him staring at him, but now it seems that it wasn't just because of Lin Nian.

"Recently, he will hold a solo exhibition in the Century Cultural Exhibition Hall, and all proceeds will be donated to the orphanage."

"Art exhibition?" Ji Jingchen fell into a brief thought.

"President Ji, is he a painter? It doesn't seem easy to buy an island with the income from painting." Song Cheng asked his own question.

"The painter is definitely not his real identity."

　Ji Aojiao, you're making trouble for your future self by taking such painstaking efforts to find out the male supporting role...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)