Lian Jingwen's father spoke angrily. When Ichiro Watanabe heard Lian Jingwen's voice, he immediately threw down the documents in his hand, stood up from the chair, and walked over with anticipation and enthusiasm.

“It’s all checked.”

While speaking, Ichiro Watanabe's eyes kept falling on the file bag in Lian Jingwen's hand. After Lian Jingwen walked into the office and closed the door, she handed the file bag to Ichiro Watanabe.

"This incident has been too long since. When I first arrived in Haicheng, I couldn't find anything. The hospital information for Miss Ji was born that year was long gone. The Ji family was already very small. After Mr. Ji passed away, there was only Miss Ji. It was really difficult to investigate whether Ji Ruolan had other men back then."

Lian Jingwen said this as soon as she opened her mouth. Ichiro Watanabe had no patience to listen to these things and said coldly.

"Say the point."

Lian Jingwen was slightly stunned and frowned slightly, thinking that this man would be better at his attitude towards him as he had made a contribution this time, but who knew that he would be reborn as high as before.

Lian Jingwen paused for a moment before speaking.

"I met Jiang Hang, but Mr. Jiang was crazy. But in the short ten minutes I had contacted him, I heard something. He kept saying to himself, why do you want to be sorry for me, why are you not my child and you? Because Mr. Jiang has two daughters, in order to be afraid of making a mistake, I compared Jiang Rou's hair with Mr. Jiang's. They are related by blood. In this way, Miss Ji is really not Mr. Jiang's daughter. It's just that the Ji family hid the things that happened back then, and no one knew about it at all, so no one knew about Miss Ji's biological father."

At this time, Ichiro Watanabe had already started to read the information that Lian Jingwen had obtained. After listening to Lian Jingwen's speech, Ichiro Watanabe's mouth rose slightly, smiled coldly, and said.

"I don't know the best. A bastard with unknown father can cause greater lethality to listed companies than an illegitimate child. You have handled this well. Come and sit down."

Lian Jingwen wore a low-collar hip-covered dress today. When she came in, she took off her coat.

The two slender legs were shaking in front of Ichiro Watanabe. The faint spring light was particularly visible. In addition, even Jingwen has been in Haicheng these days, and Ichiro Watanabe had nowhere to vent.

Now, as soon as Lian Jingwen appeared, the man showed his true form, his eyes were slutty, and he stared at Lian Jingwen with an evil face.

Lian Jingwen was a little resistant. If this was in a hotel, she could barely accept it, but now this is the building of Yu's Group. This gate seems too insecure. If someone comes in and sees that unbearable side, how can she meet people in the future?

After Ichiro Watanabe finished speaking, Lian Jingwen subconsciously took two steps back. In order not to make Ichiro Watanabebe angry, she had to say with a smile.

"Ichilang, I'm not tired, just stand."

But Ichiro Watanabe's personality is already a bit perverted and even distorted. Seeing Lian Jingwen refuse, her face suddenly darkened, and her voice was not as easy-going as before.

"Even assistant, I don't want to say it a second time. You don't have the right to refuse the reward I gave me. Come here."

Lian Jingwen stood there with a pale face and looked towards the door. She really wanted to rush out directly, but she didn't have the courage because she knew very well that the man in front of her was a madman.

Lian Jingwen walked to the sofa tremblingly. As soon as she approached Ichiro Watanabe and was about to sit down next to him, Ichiro Watanabe grabbed her skirt.

Lian Jingwen staggered and knelt directly in front of Ichiro Watanabe. Her posture was extremely humiliating and she was pressed hard by Ichiro Watanabebe before she could lift her head.

"Is this good? Even the assistant, as my woman, you have to obey my orders unconditionally. Do you understand?"

Lian Jingwen's hair was pulled so hard that it hurt, but she couldn't resist at all now, so she could only nod and let the man do it.

Lian Jingwen thought that this time she had done Ichiro Watanabe so much favor, and this man would be nicer to her, at least not as perverted as before.

But she was still wrong. A madman, how could you still want him to be sympathetic? Lian Jingwen should have known that she had to bear all this when she got into trouble with this man.

I don’t know how long it took, but noisy sounds came from the place where it was supposed to be office. After a moment, I returned to peace.

At this time, Lian Jingwen was sitting in a messy corner of the sofa, like a bullied and innocent and pitiful little wife, but she did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on her face.

Fortunately, this time Ichiro Watanabe was restrained and not as crazy as before in the hotel. But after finishing, Ichiro Watanabe didn't give Lian Jingwen a chance to breathe. He stood aside and kicked Lian Jingwen with his feet, and said coldly.

"Put on your clothes and leave me. In addition, let's have a date for Mr. Mo."

After saying that, Ichiro Watanabe sat back on the office chair in a well-dressed manner, and focused on processing the documents on the table, without looking at Lian Jingwen anymore. For Ichiro Watanabebe, this woman was just a tool for him to vent and have children, and there was no emotion at all.

Lian Jingwen looked at the cold Ichiro Watanabe, and a trace of sinister flashed in her eyes. She sat up with difficulty, tidied up her hair a little, and tried to make herself look too embarrassed, and then hurriedly left the office.

As soon as he entered the elevator, Lian Jingwen seemed to be mad and beat the wall desperately, regardless of whether her hands would hurt, because compared to the pain caused to her, this little bit of flesh and blood pain was nothing.

In a private hospital in Dongdu, a white-haired old man was sitting in a wheelchair and looked in good spirits. He was not only unable to walk by himself, his face was rosy and his eyes were shining.

Behind him, a man in his fifties was pushing him, and there were three or four black-clad bodyguards next to him, and several people had been wandering in the cardiac surgery clinic for a long time, as if they were looking for something.

"Master, you'd better go back first. Leave the matter here to me. I promise to find the lady and thank you in person."

The man pushing the wheelchair looked at the time. More than ten minutes have passed. He has not seen the person he wants to meet yet. He has been out for a long time since he looked at the old man in the wheelchair. The doctor repeatedly reminded him to have a good rest.

The man persuaded him, but the old man in the wheelchair was extremely stubborn and glared at him after the man finished speaking.

"It's you, I'm not at ease. If that girl hadn't been afraid of your anger, my old man would have died long ago. I could still let you do this. I'm really worried that you would offend my savior again. Isn't it just waiting! My old man's most time now is time. I can afford to wait. That's my savior. I must thank him personally."

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he glanced at the bodyguards beside him again, looking dissatisfied.

"Why do you think I am a bad old man, with some people with facial paralysis all day long? Is there someone who beat me up a half-piece of my body and falls into the loess? Look, the people coming and going all treat me as a monster, and let them leave quickly, and they will feel upset when they look at it."

As he said that, the old man with white hair waved to the bodyguards, but the men in black did not move at all, as if they didn't see it. When the white haired God saw it, he looked angry. Just as he was about to get angry, the man next to him spoke.

"Master, don't get angry, whisper your body. These are arranged by the young master. If you don't want it, just call the young master."

As soon as these words were said, the old man's arrogance was instantly extinguished. He asked him to call him. He thought, but his son was even busier than the national leader and he would not meet him a few times a year. If he hadn't had a sudden heart attack this time, he would probably have to wait until the end of the year to see his son.

The man was choked and said nothing, and the white-haired old man could only sulk there and sighed with resentment.

"Hey, I'm so pitiful, everyone bullies me. It would be better to die just before, so I can save myself from being angry here."

The man behind him heard this, smiled slightly, and then bent down slightly and said to the white-haired old man.

"Master, you have to live a hundred years old and you still have to wait to drink Miss Sun's wedding banquet."

"She, hum, look at what she is doing all day long and what she is spoiled by her mother. By the way, I asked you to take Xiaoyu back, why is he still in M ​​Country?" 16
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