Queen, Forced Marriage (GL) - Chapter 65

The man in the exquisite suit on the black limousine was talking to the trembling paparazzi next to him. His voice was steady and he was full of breath. Every word seemed to shock the bottom of his heart: “Which newspaper are you from? ?”

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to shoot you…”

“hehe…”

Ignoring this kind of stupidity, he interrupted the other party’s explanation with laughter. Ji Guokang smiled without anger, stretched the entanglement between his eyebrows, and said again: “Give me your business card and I will contact you again in a few days. You, give you a big exclusive.”

After speaking, after getting what I wanted, he asked the driver to stop the car, put down the man who was caught in the car, put down the car window when he was leaving, looked at the shivering man on the side of the street, and warned with anxiety. : “Don’t tell people that I have looked for you, do you know?”

“I know… I know.” Nodding his head like smashing garlic, he couldn’t wait to give Ji Guokang the answer he wanted. The paparazzi is now pale with no trace of blood on his lips, as if he had just returned from a ghost gate.

Swallowing, looking at the car that Juechen is leaving, the gloomy black paint on the body looks so strange under the sun. It implies the calm before the storm.

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Fang Yiai has locked herself in the bedroom for a day, ignoring the painstaking persuasion of the people outside the door, and her teeth have been biting her lower lip to ease the pain in her heart, but her eyes remain in her hands for a moment. My phone is dead with the black screen, looking forward to the moment it lights up.

In the past, Lin Zikui would compromise first no matter what the quarrel, and then call her. Fang Yiai thought stubbornly in her heart, and there are babies, Lin Zikui, if you feel frustrated with me, I will “muse” your baby girl.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi’ai couldn’t help but feel moved, she touched her stomach nervously, thinking that she hadn’t eaten anything for almost a day, and the Jinmo in her stomach might be hungry. Out of maternal instinct, she quickly got up. Regardless of the discomfort in the legs, he opened the door and shouted at a bunch of people outside the door to eat.

Fang’s father and mother were also a bit surprised at first, staring at each other in a daze, but only when they saw Fang Yiai’s hand on his stomach did they realize that, and then turned around and told the servants behind him to go to the kitchen and get something to eat. . They are also worried about their baby grandchildren.

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At Lin Zikui’s house, Mother Lin was angry with her hands on her hips, and stared at Writer Lin with a look of hatred for iron and steel, her tone was very bad: “Are you going?!”

Although it was an inquiry for comments, the tone clearly smelled of seven-point order, and she worked so hard to boil chicken soup for her daughter-in-law, and then carefully packed it and handed it to Lin Zikui, wanting her to consciously use this reason. Going back to coax Fang Yiai, she did it with good intentions, but this dead child is ignorant and doesn’t appreciate at all.

With an unhappy face, Lin Zikui was lying on the sofa casually, not looking at his mother. She hugged her hands on her chest, and muttered, “I’m going to go by yourself, I’m still busy!”

“You are watching TV on the sofa, what can you do?”

“Oh, I’m full and I’m going out for a walk.”

After finishing speaking, she got up and passed Mama Lin beside her, and walked directly to the door to change her shoes. I didn’t want to find a quiet place.

“You just feed me and hold on.”

Looking at the stubborn figure, Lin’s mother didn’t speak again, she just felt strange that Lin Zikui was so stubborn that she was so stubborn this time that she wrinkled her brows together again. .

I wanted to walk around in the community. Who knows that you have already walked out of the gate unknowingly and walked into the street. The perceptual thinking of being a writer has begun to ferment again. Looking at the men and women in a hurry on the street, Lin Zikui can always think of the sad stories that everyone may have had, perhaps love, family affection, or friendship. The neon lights on the side of the street dazzled the whole night with brilliant lights, but they drowned people’s hearts alone.

The weather is getting colder and I don’t know if Her Majesty the Queen has added more clothes. A wry smile reminds me of the previous mature and attractive beauty president who has become “childish” since he fell in love with her. She is needed everywhere. Taking care, loving, obviously is intentional, but Lin Zikui likes to dote on that wayward little woman so much. Without her, how could Lin Zikui mature so quickly?

“Seed sunflower?!”

Hearing someone calling her name, Lin Zikui raised her head reflexively and looked at the car in front of her unwillingly. The night was too dim and she couldn’t see who it was, so she could only squinted and walked over: “Oh… Oh, that, that, you are that that…”

After shaking his head for a while, Lin Zikui didn’t think of the name of the handsome uncle in the car.

“I’m Ji Guokang, we met last time.”

Ji Guokang was full of expectation that Lin Zikui could call out his name, his eyes went from bright to dark, and he secretly blamed himself for being too impatient, and still actively reminded him.

“Oh, to Uncle Ji, I remember you, but I will forget your name for a while.” Some films apologized with embarrassment, unable to tell why. This is the second time Lin Zikui has seen Ji Guokang, but twice in his heart I can feel familiar with it, and the haze in my heart has diminished a lot, which is really not strange.

Looking at Lin Zikui, who looked a bit similar to himself, Ji Guokang was a little nervous. Tonight is the real conversation with his daughter. Without being interrupted or stopped by others, his age is actually popular. I was so excited that I didn’t know how to speak.

“Uncle, why are you here?”

“I, I just told the driver to go for a ride or something.” He lowered his head and helped the eye frame on the bridge of his nose, and immediately concealed his guilty conscience.

“Go for a drive? Uncle, you are really rich. Now that the price of gas is so expensive, you still let the driver drive.” Lin Zikui joked childishly, and the melancholy on his face was reduced a bit. It may be that blood is thicker than water. Relationship, Lin Zikui didn’t even realize that she was feeling much better at this moment, and she unconsciously started a joke, but only felt that this uncle made her want to rely on her inexplicably.

“Hahahahaha…Yes, yes, that’s what you young people say about the local tyrants,” Ji Guokang was amused by Lin Zikui’s words and cute expressions, and laughed with a rare open voice. Xiao Mi’s eyes are very similar to Lin Zikui’s eyes. , “It’s up to you, do you want to go for a drive with me, a local tyrant!”

“OK!”

Without even thinking about it, he agreed to this uncle’s invitation. Lin Zikui sat on her without waiting for the driver to get out of the car to open the door for her. Ji Guokang loved it very much. This vigorous posture was quite the same as when he was young. .

The two people started talking in the car like this. Ji Guokang could not help his nose sour in the process. He was ashamed. It took so many years to truly experience the joy of family relationship. Although Lin Zikui still doesn’t know, but today he Very happy already. Looking at Lin Zikui’s eyes is unstoppable love. This child is more perfect than he imagined, talent, ability, and beauty. He does not reflect the grace of dragons and phoenixes everywhere. He is really his daughter Ji Guokang.

Lin Zikui was also a little excited. Her thoughts were too mature for her peers, and some topics about life thinking could not be discussed with that group of bad friends at all. Today I met Ji Guokang and felt a little grateful and happy, and someone finally understood her. With emotion, I can’t help but feel that this handsome uncle beside him is his soulmate.

I got acquainted with each other very quickly, and now he cited Ji Guokang as a confidant, but he was flattered by the middle-aged Ji Guokang.

“confidant?”

“Yeah, I found that I have a lot of topics to talk to you. If we are not quite a confidant, let’s treat it as a happy new year?!”

“Ok…Okay, ha ha ha…”

It’s really a child’s temper, saying it’s rainy, but it’s okay, the relationship between the two has taken a step forward so quickly, after all, the same line in the blood can’t deceive people.

“By the way, are you hungry? Uncle invites you to supper!”

“Supper?” These two words made Lin Zikui’s eyes flashed cunningly, and patted Ji Guokang on my shoulder, “Uncle, you took me for a drive and I should have invited you to eat.”

“Okay, it’s my honour for you to be such a successful writer inviting me to dinner. How can there be any reason to refuse? Hahaha!”

Also, it was the first time that he had dinner with his daughter. He could not say how many times he had fantasized about this kind of scene, and how long he had been looking forward to.

“Boss, two beef noodles, one small bowl and one big bowl,” said Ji Guokang mysteriously, “I had this when I first came to s market. It tastes good. Extremely.”

“Yes?”

While asking, Ji Guokang looked around, unknowingly being taken to the city center by this kid, he was actually eating beef noodles, not to mention when the big boss like him had eaten such a roadside stall, the key is that he still Wearing a three-piece suit, maybe no one in the world eats noodles like him. His old face is a little blushing.

But this is what Lin Zikui wanted, and couldn’t help but sit on a small stool and laugh out of breath, “Uncle, do you regret it if you don’t eat it?!”

“Eat, naturally eat.” After speaking, he took off his suit jacket awe-inspiringly, handed it to the bodyguard behind him, and ordered them to return to the car and wait.

Sitting across from Lin Zikui, wearing only a shirt and a suit and waistcoat, he cheerfully said, “How about it? Have you brought good money? Uncle has a big appetite!”

Pretending to be weird and scary.

“Hahaha…you can eat a few bowls without any problems.”

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The chat was empty, and the beef noodles had been brought in front of the two people, focusing on their own noodles. Maybe they hadn’t eaten it for a long time, and the soup was spilled out of the lack of strength.

“Oh!” Then he took the tissue he had prepared and wiped off the oil stains on his body.

Ji Guokang also instinctively wiped the sleeves for Lin Zikui, still saying the elder’s admonishment: “Look at you, are you hot? Come to uncle to give you noodles.”

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward to give Lin Zikui and the seasoning in the bowl, even he did not notice at this time, he acted like a worried father.

Lin Zikui looked at the middle-aged uncle, who was intently bowing his head and tinkering with a bowl of beef noodles. His hair was combed meticulously, his face was carved with traces of time, and his clothes were gorgeous and expensive, but after all, he couldn’t hide it. His kind fatherly love.

This old uncle actually gave her a sense of steady and reliable fatherly love, and Lin Zikui couldn’t help feeling a little choked in her throat.

As soon as Ji Guokang looked up, he saw Lin Zikui with some moist eye sockets and looked at him strangely. Can’t help but ask curiously: “What’s the matter?”

“It’s okay!” Lin Zikui buried her head in her chopsticks and ate a few bites of noodles, blaming herself for the gaffe.

Short words, more than a thousand catties, instantly pressed on Ji Guokang’s heart. His emotions were also a bit complicated at this time. When looking at Lin Zikui, there was an inexplicable emotion in his eyes: “Uncle…also… the first time. Get along with a junior like this.”

“Huh? How come, uncle, your child?”

“…Yes…has a daughter.”

The answer was continual, but Lin Zikui felt that she was a bit reckless and inappropriate. Looking at Ji Guokang’s entangled and avoiding eyes, he guessed what might be the grievances of the wealthy family who couldn’t explain clearly, so he shut up and ate his own. Face up.

“Where is your… father?”

After repeated speculations, Ji Guokang decided to inquire about Lin Zikui’s evaluation of “father” or his thoughts.

“My father?” This term is too unfamiliar to Lin Zikui. It took a while before he recovered, and said solemnly, “He should be okay!?”

The simple six words don’t know how many words and emotions they contain. In the end, people can’t figure it out. Ji Guokang is a little bit unbearable loss.

“However, I miss him a lot. Hehe!”

I didn’t care about this, the smile looked silly and cute, but who knew how much Lin Zikui missed the man who ignored her.

For a while, Ji Guokang couldn’t hold back his tears on the street, and he cried regardless of the man’s face, but fortunately, the night was deep, he buried his face and tried to eat this bowl of beef noodles, avoiding everyone’s curiosity. Eyes, fear of being discovered by others.