Ji Ling smiled and said, "Okay."

He hung up the phone, waved to a car, and headed straight for Yang Wei's company.

Ji Ling from Yang Wei’s company has been here several times before, so she is quite familiar with it. The young lady at the front desk also knows Ji Ling. When she saw him, she smiled and said, “Xiao Ling is here. I heard that you were injured before. Are you better?”

Ji Ling said obediently: "It's much better."

The young lady smiled and said, "That's good, you are here to find Sister Yang, go up by yourself."

Ji Ling took the elevator directly upstairs. Many employees at this point have already gotten off work, and there are a few remaining offices that are all over the work.

Thinking of his mother being in a meeting, he didn't bother him, but he was going to sit and wait in the chair in the corridor.

But go to the bathroom first

Ji Ling hummed the song happily, staggered to put some water, washed his hands, and when he came out, he accidentally bumped into someone because he was distracted by his head and was quickly looking up, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The man is tall and tall, handsome, deep and clear. He is wearing a straight gray suit, and even the collar of the shirt is meticulously pinned, and there is no flaw on his body. He looks cold and abstinent.

For some reason, Ji Ling always felt that the man's eyes made him feel uncomfortable, as if there was something deeply depressing. He was a little nervous and said embarrassedly: "Sorry"

Jing Sui looked at the boy in front of him and curled his fingers slightly.

The boy had fair skin, dark and clear eyes, and his short black hair fell softly on his forehead, and he smiled cleanly and gentlely. He was wearing a round-neck T-shirt, jeans, white sneakers, and pulling the strap of his backpack with one hand. He looked at himself with a lively look, and there was a hint of anxiety and curiosity.

Jing Sui didn't expect that he would see the boy suddenly again.

His expression was a little solemn, and he seemed a little unnatural because of restraint. After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter."

Ji Ling smiled apologetically and was about to leave the man, but as soon as he passed by, his wrist was suddenly held by someone. The man's palm was hot and his fingertips were pressed.

Ji Ling was stunned for a moment, turned around in confusion, and met a pair of dark and complex black eyes.

Jing Sui pursed her lips tightly and asked slowly: "Who are you looking for?"

Seeing his serious appearance, Ji Ling was confused as if he was torturing a commercial spy, and quickly explained: "I came to find Yang Wei, she is my mother."

Just when he wonders if there is anything he looks like a bad person

The man spoke again and said, "You are Ji Ling?"

Ji Ling looked at the other party blankly. Is this person aware of him?

Jing Sui looked at the boy's blank eyes, pressed the emotions surging in his chest, took a deep breath, and said in a calm and gentle tone: "I heard that Yang Wei's son was injured in a car accident not long ago, and it seemed that he was called Ji Ling, so are you Ji Ling?"

Ji Ling suddenly realized that it was because of this incident that the other party knew his name. It seemed that he was injured and became famous. He immediately relaxed and nodded: "Well, yes."

Jing Sui let go of his hand without a trace, remained silent for a few seconds, and said hoarsely: "Yang Wei is still in a meeting. You can come to my office to sit for a while and then go to find her when the meeting is over."

Ji Ling looked at him in confusion. This man had a terrible expression on his face just now, his eyes were sharp and cunning. Now he invited himself to rest in his office. His attitude has really changed so quickly!

But this should be because of my identity.

Ji Ling has been very fond of his uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters since he was a child. He regards Jing Sui as his mother's enthusiastic colleague, so he doesn't think his actions are anything strange.

The chairs in the corridor were cold and hard to sit and were not very comfortable. The air conditioner vent was also a little cold. Ji Ling wanted to agree, but he didn't know this person before. He hesitated for a moment and asked carefully: "Will that disturb you?"

Jing Sui looked at the boy's eyes that were flashing with thoughtful thoughts, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "No."

Ji Ling said happily: "Thank you."

Jing Sui's Adam's apple shook for a moment, turned around and said, "Come with me."

Ji Ling followed the man, went up the floor with him, and came to the office at the end of the corridor.

Wow! This office looks so big and luxurious. There is a living room in front, with solid wood floors and carpets on the floor. The inside is the office space. There is a sofa and bookshelves next to it. The decorations are low-key and luxurious. Even if you don’t understand, you can see that it is extraordinary.

Ji Ling looked at this office with a completely different style from her mother's office and finally realized that the identity of a man should be unusual. At least he should be at the level of a vice president, right?

Oh no, I agreed so readily, wouldn’t it be a bit inappropriate?

Ji Ling became a little nervous again, followed the man nervously, quietly looked at the desk in front of him, and quickly swept across the nameplate on it: Fu Jingshen.

Ji Ling:

Oh, his legs began to get a little weak.

No wonder I just thought this man was extraordinary. It turned out to be pressured from the domineering president! Ji Xiaoling started to give up again. He didn't want to rest in his mother's boss' office, he would be nervous!

Just as he was thinking about how to find an excuse to leave, Jing Sui had turned around again and nodded to Ji Ling and said, "You can sit there and rest."

Ji Ling glanced at the leather sofa next to him and thought to himself that if he said he would leave now, would he seem too deliberate? Why not pretend to sit for a while and then find a chance to escape?

Ji Ling said well-behavedly: "Okay."

Then he walked over and sat down properly, more obedient than facing the teacher.

Jing Sui lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze. Although the boy didn't say anything, he obviously realized his identity. He could see his cramps and nervousness from his sitting posture. It was like the boy who used to call him, Jing Sui, approached him ignorantly and liked him, but in fact he was afraid of his identity in his bones and was afraid of his own youth.

Although he never wanted the teenager to be afraid of him.

Jing Sui raised his hand and gently pulled his tie. His heart was dull and difficult to breathe, but he couldn't tell anyone. After a while, he walked aside and prepared to pour some drinks for the boy, but after looking, there was only coffee in the office, so he called Chen Zhuoming to come in.

As soon as Chen Zhuoming came in, he saw Ji Ling sitting on a chair and said unexpectedly: "Xiao Ling, why are you here?"

Ji Ling had met Chen Zhuoming several times and said, "Hello Brother Chen, I'm here to find my mother."

Chen Zhuoming thought to himself that this is the case, but why did you, a child, come to Mr. Fu's office? How could you run around like this? What if you offend Mr. Fu? He was about to ask Ji Ling to go to his place, but suddenly he met the boss's cold gaze, and his tongue was froze and his expression froze.

Jing Sui looked at him lightly: "Go and buy a cup of milk tea, by the way." He said halfway through, turning his head and looking at Ji Ling gently, "Do you want more sugar or less sugar?"

Ji Ling: "Polysaccharide."

Jing Sui's expression was gentle and complicated, and he thought to himself that this child also liked sweetness. He raised his eyes and said to Chen Zhuoming, "Did you hear it clearly?"

Chen Zhuoming: ""

He walked out of the president's office in a daze. When he remembered the scene just now, he felt like he was in a dream. Was he crazy? His cold and ruthless workaholic boss would gently ask a child that he wanted to drink more sugar or less sugar milk tea, and asked his assistant to the president to go out and buy milk tea for the child!?

Wait, when did his Mr. Fu be so gentle to others?

It's simply terrifying!!!

Chen Zhuoming felt that he must be crazy, but he did not dare to ignore the orders. He took out the speed of 100 meters to buy milk tea for Ji Ling, and then sent it respectfully to Jing Sui's office. He never dared to say a word anymore. With his many years of keen intuition as an assistant, he felt that if he didn't want to die, he should talk less!

Ji Ling sat on the soft sofa, holding the hot milk tea, her eyes a little dull. She looked at the milk tea and looked up at the man at the desk.

Since the man ordered Chen Zhuoming, he began to sit there and work intently, and did not look at him more, so that Ji Ling would not be so cramped.

Seeing that the man had not looked up, Ji Ling's eyes became unscrupulous as he looked at him slowly.

This person doesn't look terrible

He suddenly remembered that the last time he was in the hospital, Mr. Fu specifically asked Brother Chen to take a vacation to his mother and let his mother accompany him in the hospital. He thought that Mr. Fu should be a good person at that time, but he didn't expect that after contacting him, he was really a good person!

Except for his expression a bit scary at the beginning, he always looked very gentle after knowing his identity.

As the president, it is not only not strict, but also so kind to others and taking care of others carefully. It is simply rare! If he would help the old lady when he went to the street to cross the street, Ji Ling would not doubt it at all!

He looks like a very qualified person.

Ji Ling suddenly was not afraid at all and was no longer nervous.

His sitting position was also looser, and he fell into the sofa. He started to take out his cell phone to watch TV, drinking milk tea while watching. The temperature of the air conditioner was just right, so it was so comfortable.

Jing Sui looked down at the documents on the table, and his fingers tightly pinched a corner of the paper. He tried his best to restrain his urge to raise his head, so that the boy would not want to escape from here.

He had to pretend not to care.

The content on the file was dense, but he didn't read a word. He was like a rigid machine, turning a page every few minutes, but he was always paying attention to the movement in the room. He could hear the sound of the boy sitting on the sofa, changing his posture from time to time, and seemingly seeing something interesting, and occasionally making pleasant chuckles.

Even though I can't see it, I can imagine the boy sitting there, comfortable and lazy, like a calm kitten.

The more you get along, the more you will feel the similarities.

Despite his different appearances, voices, and identity, the indescribable sense of familiarity hit Jing Sui's heart again and again like huge waves.

It made him almost unable to curb the delusions in his heart.

In his previous life, he was reborn, and the boy was also reborn. This time he came to this world, so is it possible for the boy to come to this world first?

Is it possible to be right in front of him?

Jing Sui closed his eyes and slowly let out a breath. After a long time, he didn't hear any more noise. Then he raised his head and saw the boy tilting on the sofa, his phone slid beside him, and he fell asleep at some point.

Jing Sui slowly stood up from the chair, moved his already stiff body, came to the edge of the sofa, staring straight at the boy's face.

In fact, he wanted to get close to him, but he knew that he could not do that, and that would only scare the young man away from him.

This child seems dull and actually is sensitive. He is wary of anyone approaching. You must be very, very cautious so that he will not notice his intentions and escape by him.

Jing Sui stared at this face with attachment. The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, his fair skin shone with a pearly color under the light, his nose wings slightly fluttered, and his pink lips opened, making a very light and even breathing sound.

So, is it you?

If you come to this world, do you still remember everything?

He wanted to ask many questions, but he couldn't speak a word. It turned out that at this moment, he was like a coward, and he didn't even dare to say a question, but he would be so wandering like this.

I'm afraid I won't get the answer I want.

I am afraid that I can only watch the boy leave in front of me again.

After all, he hates him like this
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