After having lunch at the Cheng family, he accompanied Cheng Mingxue to drink tea for a while before leaving.

Ji Tingshen had a meeting in the afternoon, and he sent Cheng Wanci home before going to the company.

Ji Tingyuan also attended this high-level meeting. After the meeting, Ji Tingyuan came to the president's office.

This is the first time he has been to the president's office since he started working.

"Is there anything wrong?" Ji Tingshen's attitude was the attitude towards the company's financial director.

The temperature in the president's office was very low. Ji Tingyuan immediately coughed when he went in because of the cold air.

Ji Tingshen leaned on the chair and looked at him coughing, his eyes cold.

Ji Tingyuan coughed several times before stopping, cleared his throat and said:

"Brother, uncle told you to go back today."

Today, Ji Hongen called Ji Tingshen several times, but at that time at Cheng Wanci's house, Ji Tingshen muted his phone and didn't answer any of them.

Ji Hong was so angry that Ji Tingyuan was so angry that he personally sent a message.

"What's the matter?" Ji Ting sneered coldly: "Let me go back and cut off the father-son relationship? No need to worry, I can have someone prepare a press conference and announce it more formally in public."

He was definitely not pretending to be cool in front of Ji Tingyuan, he was serious.

Ji Tingyuan knew that the other party was very hostile to him, especially now that he was involved in the father and son, it was inevitable that Ji Tingshen would be angry.

"No." Ji Tingyuan said: "Uncle wants you to get engaged to Shi Yi."

"I'm pretty good at thinking!" Ji Tingshen's expression became even colder, "You go back and tell him that since he is so obsessed with his first love, it's better to just marry the daughter of his first love, just like that."

Ji Tingyuan disagreed very much, "Brother, why do you say Shi Yi like this? She just wants to find a backer."

"Then do you marry?" Ji Tingshen looked at Ji Tingyuan with a smile. Who wouldn't be able to speak while standing?

Ji Tingyuan's expression stagnated: "Brother, I don't mean to persuade you to marry anyone, I'm just responsible for passing the message."

Ji Tingshen's eyes gradually became colder: "Since he was a messenger, why are you talking about it?"

Ji Tingyuan stopped talking and withdrew from the president's office.

This day, Ji Tingshen naturally did not return to the Ji family's old house, so he did not plan to go back soon.

If you want to go back, you have to wait until Cheng Wanci's belly stabilizes. What else can you do except quarrel when you go back now?

I don't have to pay attention to it at all.

Ji Hongen's authority as the "master" was repeatedly provoked and got angry at home. Finally, the butler called Liu Jie over.

Liu Jie advised, "Brother, why are you angry? You can't get angry? You can't get your body out of pocket. If you want me, you can just get Tingshen and Shi Yi engaged. As for the child in Cheng Wanci's belly, she will give birth if she wants, and she can take it back and let Shi Yi raise it. If you don't want to give birth, give her some money and let her deal with it. This son is yours. When the engagement banquet is set, all the guests will be here. Tingshen will have to get engaged to Shi Yi even for the sake of the Ji family."

When Ji Hongen heard this, although he thought it was very reasonable, he also knew that Ji Tingshen was not at his mercy.

Ji Hongen was afraid of this son from the bottom of his heart.

"The solution is good, just..."

Qu Shiyi hugged Ji Hongen's arm and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, if Cheng Wanci gave birth to the child, I will definitely regard it as my own. I just want to be by your side and give you filial piety."

Ji Hongen no longer hesitated: "Okay, just do it like this, and the faster the better, let the younger brother and sister do this."

Liu Jie smiled and said, "No problem, I guarantee you will be beautiful."

In the evening, Ji Tingshen pestered Cheng Wanci and helped him with his hands. The man was so proud that he even sent someone more than a dozen red nightgowns.

What are the suspender styles, bathrobe styles, vest styles, etc., so I coaxed Cheng Wanci to wear them.

Cheng Wan's poems were also in line.

Now, except for her nausea when she wakes up in the morning, she can't look like she's pregnant at all in terms of figure.
Chapter completed!