The Secretary-General came more than Ren Jiawei, and Ren Jiawei specially brought him with her this time.

Originally, he thought that taking the book from Bai Zian was just a matter of one sentence.

Not to mention that the money they offered was far more than the value of the book. Just based on the reputation of the Ren family, he didn't understand why Bai Zian refused without even thinking about it.

"Of course, I am absolutely petty. You can still stand here and breathe now," Bai Qian paused. She threw away her earphones and glanced at him, "This is the limit of my patience, so you'd better stay with me."

Grandpa pretends to be more like him."

The secretary-general is used to flattering his superiors and bullying his subordinates, so he is willing to look at the Ji family more because of Ren Qian's attention.

But he didn't expect that Bai Qian, whom he ignored, would not give him any face.

At this time, the smile on his lips froze.

In the middle hall, Ji Heng is wearing reading glasses.

He is holding a hand bandage in his left hand and a new cigarette rod between the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

Bai Qian recognized that the cigarette stick was specially chosen for him in the shopping mall by Ji Shaojun when he accompanied her to Beicheng last time.

Ji Heng pushed up his reading glasses with the hand holding the bandage and looked at the people in the yard, "Aji is back? Come and see the colors of the patterns I embroidered for you."

He could tell that something was wrong with the atmosphere among the few people, but he didn't say a word.

He just said to Bai Xian calmly.

"Grandpa," Bai Qian didn't go back to the room. He put his schoolbag on the stone table in the yard and put his arms around Ji Heng's shoulders. "Why are you still embroidering today..."

He took a puff of cigarette, and the light smoke dispersed.

The secretary-general smelled the smell of low-quality tobacco and frowned without any trace.

Through the smoke, Bai Qian tilted her head slightly. In the smoke, she raised her eyebrows at the Secretary-General, smiled arrogantly, and spoke silently——

【Don't cause trouble】

The secretary-general suppressed the cold look in his eyes, and when he looked up at Ren Jiawei again, he was very puzzled, "Mr. Ren, look at her..."

Who in Xiangcheng would not avoid the limelight when meeting their Ren family?

Even the Chen family, which has been in the limelight recently, would not dare to be so arrogant towards him.

"Oh, Mr. Ren," Shen Qing said quickly, a little afraid that Ren Jiawei would be angry because of this, "Aji has the temper of a child. Don't argue with her. What kind of book is that? I'll tell her about it tonight..."

Ren Jiawei ignored Shen Qing.

She looked at Bai Qian thoughtfully, and greeted Ji Heng calmly: "Happy birthday to you, I have a meeting to leave first."

Ji Heng smoked a cigarette and said "hmm".

When Ji Heng and Bai Zian entered the room, she looked at the secretary-general and said, "Okay, if you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it. I still have a chance."

She took out her mobile phone to reply to the message and walked out the door.

Ren Jiawei works in fashion, which is the opposite of Ji Heng.

Trends and traditions collide, and the two dislike each other. She firmly believes that all fashion and development have the significance of the times, and Ji Heng's old-school style should be changed.

Ji Heng kept insisting, and Ren Jiawei couldn't control it, so he didn't care.

"Okay." The Secretary-General nodded.

He sent Ren Jiawei out.

**

Ren Jiawei found her car parked on Qingshui Street after twists and turns, and then called Ren Qian.

"Is this what you call good?" She drove a short distance, parked the car on the side of the road, and smiled: "Are you trying to trick me?"

"What's wrong?" Ren Qian just came out of a meeting, his tone was surprised.

He put the notepad aside.

"I just went to Ji's house to buy that book from the niece you said was well-mannered..." Ren Jiawei held her mobile phone in one hand and rested it on the steering wheel, and the shadows of the passing trees enveloped her.

Ren Wanxuan is destined to pursue academic studies, and the business she built has not yet found a suitable successor.

She heard Ji Shaorong mention that his niece didn't seem to study very well, so she started to think about training her niece.

But the words in Ren Wanxuan's mouth made Ren Jiawei retreat a little.

Thinking that this niece was Shen Qing's type, she had some considerations from the beginning.

Ren Jiawei thought about Bai Qian's clothes made by Ji Heng.

This niece seems to be born rebellious, similar to Ji Heng but not like her.

"She didn't give it to you?" Ren Qian was also surprised.

"She is different from Shen Qing, but she is better than stubborn Ji," Ren Jiawei commented, and then said: "I still have a meeting, so I will hang up first."

She hung up the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Ren Qian was used to Ren Jiawei's fiery attitude.

He called the secretary-general.

Ask about it.

"It's not just that I didn't give it." The secretary-general went out and walked in the alley. He didn't bother to mention Bai Qian's attitude. With regard to her etiquette, Wan Xuan didn't even have a tenth of it. "She has two faces."

"We'll talk about it later," Ren Qian was very surprised, thinking about Ren Jiawei's words of being "naturally rebellious", "Don't treat their family members the same way you did at the negotiation table..."

Ren Qian didn't know much about that book, but judging from the attitudes of Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu, he knew it was important.

"Sir," the secretary-general is Ren Qian's confidant. People usually see him as careless and careless. He glanced coldly at the yard behind him, but his voice was respectful and had nothing to do with his face, expressing his unworthiness for Ren Qian, "You You're so gentle with them, but when you're not here, the Ji family won't even show off..."

The Secretary-General is used to giving orders.

As time goes by, I forget that I also started from the grassroots step by step.

He behaved cautiously and humbly in front of Ren Qian, but not in front of others.

Ren Qian was stunned. He pondered for a long time, and naturally he had no doubts about his secretary: "The Ji family's foundation is there, and Bai Qian is also a bit young and energetic. If you have a broader vision, do you need to meet them?"

To put it bluntly, he just felt that the Ji family was not worthy of his anger.

Ren Qian said softly, "Let's put aside the matter of inviting her to the Ren family for now."

"I know, sir." The secretary-general said respectfully.

Hearing Ren Qian's somewhat displeased tone, he smiled slightly.

The Ren family had long wanted to invite Bai Zian to the Ren family, but today because of his words, the Ren family gave up the idea.

He is Ren Qian's number one and is good at eloquent words.

Even Wanxuan would call him "uncle" whenever she saw him.

But no one dared to sneer at him like Bai Qian did.

The secretary-general thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone and reported the news to Ren Wanxuan.

**

Ji family.

After all, Ren Qian's secretary-general didn't stay for dinner. The rest were a family, and they were having a good time.

Ji Heng put the wool needle given to him by Bai Qian in his hand, held the tobacco rod given by Ji Shaojun in one hand, and the shredded tobacco given to him by Ji Shaorong in one hand.

Shen Qing and Bai Qian helped to put the dishes on the table.

Ji Shaojun took a stack of bowls and placed them beside the pot to serve everyone. Through the window, he watched Ji Heng carefully examine the wool needle.

"How did you know that today is Grandpa You's birthday?" he asked in a low voice Bai Xian, who came to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Bai Qian lowered her head and steadily picked up a can of soup. Her snow-green clothes looked cold today, and she smiled: "This is not the reason why you secretly bought a cigarette stick."

"It's simply alarmist," Ji Shaojun immediately turned his head and refused to face the problem, "When did I buy it secretly?"

Bai Xian raised his eyebrows and walked out of the kitchen with the soup.

Shen Qing just happened to come in. It seemed that her delicate snow-colored fingers were holding the earthen pot that had just been stewed, and she quickly said: "Why don't you put a rag on it, give it to me, come here!"

She took the earthen pot from Bai Qian's hand and said, "Go and arrange the chopsticks."

After all, he grew up in a wealthy family and doesn't understand common sense in life.

Bai Qian touched her nose. She didn't feel hot, but Shen Qing obviously didn't believe it.

Go and set the chopsticks silently.

At the dinner table, Ji Heng sat next to him.

Ji Shaorong and Ji Shaojun were looking at the wool needles Bai Qian made for him.

Embroidery has not kept up with the times, so much so that wool needles are now basically lost.

There are few people using it, and there are no polishing shops in Xiangcheng.

I don’t know where Bai Zian found someone to build it.
To be continued...