Chapter 112 Mr. Jing is so angry that he vomits blood
But she knew very well that if she turned around and left, it would only prove that there was a ghost in her heart.
Han Jiamei found that Li Mi’s face was not very good, so she hurried over and said, “Xiaomi, what’s wrong with you?” She didn’t know that it was Zhang Linmo in the news yesterday.
Li Mi asked in a low voice, "What is the relationship between Lin Mo and Jingting?"
"Ah?" Han Jiamei was secretly surprised, "What? They know each other too?"
Something flashed in Li Mi's eyes. Han Jiamei didn't look like she was lying. Maybe she really didn't know.
At this time, Zhang Linmo had already come. He was smiling and full of energy, as if he was stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.
Li Mi acted calmly.
"Hi, long time no see, friends." Zhang Linmo greeted everyone with a relaxed and happy look, his eyes swept across his friends, and when it landed on Li Mi, he picked his eyes.
It was really surprising that I could actually see her here!
Li Mi was burying her head to roast eggplant, and her mind flashed through her anger when Jingting was angry last night, and her heart was full of complexity. Today, she met Zhang Linmo again, which made her feel guilty and uneasy.
Zhang Linmo came to her and greeted her, "Hi, what a coincidence."
"What a coincidence." The corners of her lips raised lightly.
"Barbecue has begun, Lin Mo, what do you want to eat?" A fashionable girl asked, "The ingredients are here, you can choose the ones!"
"Okay." He smiled and looked at her, took a bunch of squid and came to Li Mi to grill, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like eating squid?"
Li Mi asked calmly, "What happened to those photos yesterday?" She asked very directly, "Why don't you show your face in every picture? And then happened to be photographed again."
"You won't doubt me, are you?" Zhang Linmo had a joking smile on his face. "Your Mrs. Jing has a special identity, it's the focus of your walking. No matter who you are with, there is a risk of being photographed. As for me, I don't show my face.
, That's the photo they chose specifically? This kind of gimmick is more powerful and can arouse discussion among netizens."
Li Mi didn't say anything else. She smiled at the corner of her lips, but she had her own judgment in her heart.
This Zhang Linmo is not a fuel-efficient lamp either.
Lamborghini drove from Emerald Bay and did not go to the company.
Jingting was sitting in the back seat of the car, and he was answering the phone, "Are you coming soon?" His voice was low and magnetic.
After a while, he said, "Okay, I'll come here right away."
The company has recently been optimistic about a piece of land and plans to engage in real estate development.
The executives have visited many times, and Jingting has not been available until today.
As long as he says OK, the project will start.
Half an hour later.
Lamborghini stopped on the other side of the river, next to a row of cars, and Mo Fan and some senior executives had arrived.
The driver opened the car door, and Jingting got off the car calmly, looking as stable as Mount Tai.
"Good by Jing."
Everyone saluted respectfully and then reported to him about the land.
Mo Fan has been here twice and is a Feng Shui treasure land.
"We can build 50 buildings here and develop a large-scale property. A nine-year school can be built in the west, so that housing prices will soar."
"That direction is the location of the new station, not far from here."
"You can also build a hospital nearby, and the surrounding facilities are better done, and the community will be sought after."
Jingting listened while observing the surrounding environment.
Mo Fan handed him a telescope. After taking it, he used the telescope to observe the surrounding scenery. The environment was pretty good.
As I looked, I saw the unique villa across the river. A group of young people were barbecuing in the yard, and even the storm of smoke could be clearly seen.
Just as the camera was about to move away, Jingting saw Li Mi's figure!
His eyebrows flipped!
I couldn't see what she was baking, but it seemed that it had been baked. Another familiar figure sprinkled seasonings on her baked food.