Whenever Ji Ziyi heard these two words, her heart would tighten.
She lowered her head, her eyelashes drooping slightly to hide the hatred in her eyes, but her mouth was very educated: "I understand, thank you Mr. Lei."
*
Ji Zinyin walked out of the hotel and breathed in the fresh air outside, feeling much more relaxed.
She let out a breath, opened the car door on the side of the road, found her cell phone in her bag, took out Lu Yiming's number and called him.
"Beep..."
The phone rings.
Ji Ziyin got into the car first, looking relaxed.
She didn't expect that the painting Leonard was looking for was actually in Lu Yiming's hands, and she had also seen someone in the group say that Lu Yiming bought a famous painting.
She was in a good mood, with her hands on the steering wheel, waiting for Lu Yiming to answer the call.
"Beep..."
The phone rang more than ten times but no one answered.
Ji Ziyin frowned slightly, put away the phone, and noticed the time in the upper right corner: nine o'clock in the evening.
It seems a bit late.
She leaned back in the driver's seat, found Lu Yiming's WeChat again, and sent him a message.
[Ji Ziyin: Are you free to meet me tomorrow? I have something to talk to you about.]
She waited a few minutes after sending the message.
There was no movement on the phone.
Ji Zinyin put her phone aside and drove to her residence.
Anyway, as long as the thing is in Lu Yiming's hands, she won't be in a hurry. She will get it sooner or later!
**
Lu family.
Lu Yiming was not looking at his phone as she thought. Instead, he just sat there watching the screen of his phone light up and go off.
Then a ding sound was heard in the darkness. The screen that had been darkened before lit up again, followed by a WeChat message from Ji Ziyin.
Lu Yiming didn't click it.
He had already seen the message from Ji Zinyin on the screen, which was asking him out for a meeting.
His thin lips were pursed into a line, his jawline was tense, and his expression showed loneliness and disappointment.
at this time.
His phone lit up again, this time it was an unfamiliar number.
Lu Yiming's expression changed slightly, and he picked up the phone: "I said I won't sell it, don't you understand?!"
His tone gradually deepened, and he stood up and rubbed his brows: "This is a gift I bought for my fiancée. I spent a lot of effort on it. I won't sell it. No matter how much money you offer!"
"You can't keep it."
A deep man's voice came from the other end of the phone. Unlike those people who called him to harass him before, the person speaking this time sounded very young and had a pleasant voice.
He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before: "You?"
"Ye Wangchuan." The man gave his name: "We have met before."
Lu Yiming was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and soon a figure appeared in his mind.
Ye Wangchuan and Qiao Nian are both the kind of people who are hard to ignore!
He didn't have much contact with Ye Wangchuan, and they hadn't even spoken a few words to each other, but he immediately remembered the other's appearance.
It's really an excessive recruitment.
It is not an exaggeration to describe a man as peerless.
"Are you looking for me also because of that painting?" There is no shortage of famous paintings in the Independent Continent. It gathers all the wealth in the world and is a special place in itself.
He bought the painting by coincidence, and he himself is a person who loves art and understands art collection.
Lu Yiming had never thought that a painting he had bought not long ago would bring him trouble. His attitude was definitely not good: "That painting has a special use for me, and I don't want to give it up. Sorry."
(End of this chapter)