After a long time, Nimo Lan would blush whenever she thought of the heated scene between her and Ji Moxuan in the locker room that day. Or maybe she was expecting Ji Moxuan to do that sometimes. She knew that her state of mind had slowly changed.
There has been a change, it seems that the original pure love has turned into a deeper feeling, which is a bit deformed and a bit desperate.
The next morning, news about the Black Mosa Beauty Contest was flying all over the sky. Among them, the scene where Nimolan walked on stage as a model during the final display attracted people's attention and occupied the top of the news list on major websites.
s position.
What's even more incredible is that Nimolan's phone number was leaked, and it wasn't just a small leak. Her phone hasn't stopped ringing since midnight.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Ji Moxuan woke up, touched the place next to him, and found that Nimolan was no longer in bed, so he woke up, got dressed, washed, and went downstairs to have breakfast.
The head butler put a large portion of toast on the table and said, "Master, it's really not easy to wake you up. My mistress went upstairs several times and didn't wake you up. When did you fall asleep so sleepily?"
Ji Moxuan frowned and said, "I'm a very light sleeper..." Then he paused, thought of something, and went out without eating breakfast.
He drove very fast, and only twenty minutes had passed when he arrived at the group building. When he got out of the car, he couldn't wait for his own special elevator and climbed up the stairs directly. While climbing, he called Ruan Muhong:
"Where is Nemolan with you?"
"I don't know," Ruan Muhong closed the document in her hand impatiently and rolled her eyes, "Please, my President of Jida, I am not your peacemaker, nor your red-line old father-in-law. I don't want to be alone in a big family."
You came here early and just sat there glumly. Don’t come alone and ask me stupid questions like where so-and-so is when you have nothing to do!”
"Is she depressed?" Ji Moxuan stopped on the stairs and asked, holding up his mobile phone.
Ruan Muhong rolled her eyes again: "Yes, I am so depressed that the dark circles under my eyes are about to fall to my chin!"
Ji Moxuan hung up the phone and continued to go upstairs. Finally, he climbed to Nimolan's floor. He bent over and panted for a long time before straightening his clothes and collar and pushing open the door of the marketing department.
Everyone stood up and said hello to him: "Hello, Mr. Ji!"
"Sit." Ji Moxuan waved his hand, walked straight to Nimolan's seat, took a document in her hand, played with it, and said, "What are you busy with?"
"Mr. Ji, I'm writing a summary report on the Black Mosa Beauty Contest. Do you want to read it?" Nimolan replied respectfully, just like a subordinate would do to his boss.
Ji Moxuan frowned and said softly, "Okay, come to my office and tell me your summary." After that, he turned and walked towards the door.
Ni Molan was about to go to Ruan Muhong's office to ask for leave, but Ji Moxuan took a step back and stopped him: "Director Ruan knows that I'm looking for you, just come out!"
"Oh." Nimolan responded in a low voice, and then followed Ji Moxuan out of the door of the marketing department in full view of everyone.
The two of them entered the elevator dedicated to Ji Moxuan. Ji Moxuan raised his head and looked at the monitor above. In the end, he didn't touch Nimolan's hand. He just coughed lightly and said, "Why don't you wake me up in the morning?"
Mom said you went upstairs and called me several times."
"I don't know how to face you." Nimolan answered truthfully. She lowered her head and stood close to the elevator wall, looking a bit like a child who had made a mistake.
Ji Moxuan narrowed his eyes and asked: "Facing? What kind of facing? I am your husband, just face me how you want to face him!"
"I...I don't think we can face each other," Nimolan looked into Ji Moxuan's eyes, "I don't know what to say. I'm not ready to face you yet. Really, Ji Moxuan, we don't want too much for the time being.
If I speak, I'm afraid I will say something out of control."
"Are you trying to say that I did something very extreme to you in the dressing room yesterday, so you think I'm bad? If so, I can apologize to you. As for you saying you would leave this matter, we will talk about it later.
Talk, because some things cannot be explained clearly at once. We must consider many things and many people. We cannot just think about ourselves. I hope to get a satisfactory solution instead of acting on impulse. I have a problem with this person, that is, the most
You cannot accept unreasonable injustice and choose the worst path when there is a better solution. Do you understand, Nimolan, I will never allow myself to be someone else's prisoner. "Be yours.
I am willing to be my prisoner, but after all, I also want you to be my prisoner. I can capture your feelings and gain your trust at the same time.
Nimolan didn't speak. She pursed her lips and leaned against the elevator wall. She was quiet for a long time. When the elevator opened, she grabbed Ji Moxuan's clothes and wanted to speak.
But before the first sound came out, Ji Moxuan's secretary raised the tablet in his hand and stood at the elevator entrance and said: "Mr. Ji, it's bad, a scandal about my wife was just exposed on the Internet..." The next second
She saw Nimolan also in the elevator and immediately stopped talking.
Nimolan frowned, Ji Moxuan took the tablet and looked at it, his face instantly turned into a layer of ice.
Nimolan glanced at it, and her photo was placed together with Li Fuyuan's photo. The news headline was "The young lady of the Balik family has an affair with the top brass of the Li Group, and there are hidden interests behind the truth."
The content is that according to industry insiders, the young lady of the Balik family and the senior executive of the Li Group - alluding to Li Fuyuan, have had a relationship and are even continuing to contact and interact with each other. Although the head of the Balik family
Knowing these things, but ignoring them, is a sign of implicit consent...
Nimolan closed her eyes tightly. If she read another word, it would kill her. She only heard a crisp sound. Ji Moxuan smashed the computer on the ground and said coldly to the secretary: "Show me what you have."
Use it, why don’t you find out which website published it! Find out who it is!”
"It has spread on the Internet. It seems to have been released by twenty websites and news networks at the same time. There is more news than the Black Mosa beauty pageant!" the little secretary explained quickly.
Ji Moxuan gritted his teeth and strode into the office. Nimolan followed: "Moxuan, listen to my explanation, I..."
"It's not your fault, it doesn't matter, it was just written by the media. I will find out who did it, catch them, clarify the facts, and give you justice." Ji Moxuan said, seeing that Nimolan had a bad expression.
, and even came to comfort Nimolan.
But Nimolan avoided it. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter whether you clarify or not. Don't cause losses to the group. I don't want to cause you losses because of me."
"Don't you deny it?" Ji Moxuan felt something was wrong with Nimolan and asked uneasily.
Nimolan shook his head: "I'm not qualified..." Because I don't belong to the Balik family at all, I can't enter your world at all, I can't do anything to you, I can't help you, I will only cause you trouble.
Trouble, Ji Moxuan, do you want me to say these things? What's the use of denying it? Those who should be suspicious will still doubt, just like Tianxue expressed his affection for you and you will stare at it. As long as there is a little problem between us, you
They will keep an eye on the problem! Not to mention trust, there is no even basic respect between us!
Ji Moxuan frowned and looked at Nimolan. He almost thought he heard it wrong - what does "unqualified" mean? Did she really do something? Didn't she deny it before? Why didn't she deny it now?
?Could it be...
Ji Moxuan looked away, turned his back to Nimolan and said, "I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to deal with. I will read your report later. You can go back first."
"Yes, Mr. Ji." Nimolan's eyes darkened, he took a step back and turned around to leave Ji Moxuan's office.
Ji Moxuan was the only one standing there in the huge office. The black mural looked so abrupt and dazzling. Ji Moxuan stared at the painting closely, his eyes darkened, and he made a phone call.
Thirty minutes later, a document was sent to Ji Moxuan's computer. Ji Moxuan sat down and opened the email gently.
Thirty recordings appeared in front of him. There was a moment of dizziness that made Ji Moxuan feel uncomfortable. Then he tried to calm down and clicked on the first recording.
As time went by, Ji Moxuan's expression became worse and worse. In the end, he simply turned off the recording and walked to the window to smoke. As the smoke filled the air, some feelings became more intense. In the end, Ji Moxuan just lowered his head and said infatuatedly.
Smiling and laughing, he finally threw away the cigarette butt and picked up the phone again.
Within half a day, all the news about Nimolan and Li Fuyuan on the Internet were deleted, and media outlets successively published statements on the Internet, saying that someone was deliberately damaging the image of the Balik family.
None of this is true.
Nimolan had been paying attention to the news since she returned to the office. When she saw the news disappear, she breathed a long sigh of relief, then picked up the phone and wanted to call Ji Moxuan, but her finger was hovering above his name.
, but never pressed it.
At this moment, Li Fuyuan called.
After hesitating for a long time, Nimolan finally picked up.
The other person coughed twice and said, "Did you see the news? Is there anything wrong?"
"It's okay." Nimolan replied, his voice a little cold.
Li Fuyuan said "En" and then said: "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. Hasn't the news been eliminated now? There will no longer be any news that is not good for you. Don't worry."
"I'm fine," Nimolan paused, "If it's fine, then hang up the phone."
"Wait a minute," Li Fuyuan stopped Nimolan's movement, "Actually, I hope what is said in the news is true. I would rather pay the price to hope that it is true."
"I'm sorry, I don't have the same hobby as you. Goodbye." After saying that, Nimolan hung up the phone.