Chapter 1271 President of Beijing, this is a misunderstanding
Second floor study.
William hurried out with the people and met Jingting and others who were upstairs at the entrance of the corridor.
"Mr. Jing!"
William was frightened by his momentum because the men behind him were holding guns, and they were obviously his elite troops. It is said that with one ability to compete with a hundred, they are all very skilled.
William was about to explain, and Li Mi asked, "Where is Tingyun?" She was eager to see her brother.
The middle-aged man swallowed and confessed, "On the third floor."
I saw Jingting holding his wife's hand and heading towards the upstairs with his subordinates.
At this time, Daimei, who had stepped upstairs one step ahead, had already knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door was Tingyun. He was dressed neatly, but Mu Jianing was still sitting on the bed. Daimei's eyes flashed across Tingyun's shoulders and saw the scene inside at a glance.
"Dad..." Daimei quickly came back to her senses and said to Tingyun, "My dad promised to let you go, the wedding was cancelled, and the cooperation continued."
She believes that there is also a contribution from her own efforts.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps hurriedly upstairs came.
Tingyun raised his eyes, Daimei turned her eyes, and they saw many people coming up the stairs!
"elder brother!"
When Li Mi saw that he was safe and at last relieved, she couldn't help but speed up her pace.
"Si Yue." Tingyun was very happy. They really came over, "General Jing."
"Brother." Seeing that he was safe, Jingting's heart fell to the ground. His eyebrows that had been tightly twisted loosens, and his face became gentler.
Is this the legendary Jingting?
Daimei's eyes fell on the man's face, and she leaned to the side, frightened by the cold aura.
Jingting and Li Mi stood in front of Tingyun. They saw the girl sitting on the big bed in the room, and were slightly stunned, and their eyes fell back to Tingyun's face.
Tingyun turned his eyes and took a look, then walked out, closed the door, giving Mu Jianing enough time to sort out his mood and change his clothes.
What's going on??
Mu Jianing's head was a little confused!
They came here so soon??
Then...will not misunderstand anything, right?
She quickly lifted the quilt, put on her slippers, carried her suitcase into the bathroom, washed up and changed her clothes... Her whole head was confused!
That’s Tingyun’s sister and brother-in-law!
Half an hour later—
On the second floor, in a large reception room, Jing Tingli Mitingyun and William sat in front of the coffee table.
Interior arrangements from the mid-17th century, retro embroidered carpets, authentic works of famous paintings hung on the walls, and the atmosphere is majestic.
A Filipino maid sent snacks and tea and left quietly.
Outside the door stood Jingting's elite subordinates, and several William's subordinates.
The atmosphere must be a bit tit-for-tat.
Although this is William's territory, Jingting's subordinates are still slightly better in terms of momentum.
Jingting was wearing a black handmade suit, and he sat on the sofa, his eyes as if he was like a knife, and he looked straight at William.
I did not forgive the middle-aged man opposite me for being safe and sound.
William seemed to have woken up in an instant. He avoided his sight, organized his words in his heart, and deeply realized his mistakes.
Then he started the topic with a smile on his face, "Misunderstanding, Mr. Jing, I didn't expect you to come over and delay your precious time. I'm really sorry."
"If I don't come, what will happen here today?" Jingting's eyes flashed in cold light, and his voice was deep, "Mr. William, your behavior is really childish."
William was a little ashamed when he heard this, "I figured it out. Even if you don't come, I will let Mr. Tingyun leave today."
Tingyun believes this because Daimei told him.
At this time, Mu Jianing had finished washing. She stood in front of the bed and looked at the big bed. She couldn't remember whether he had slept here last night?
Why don't you have any impression?
Could it be that I was sleeping too much?
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, the game is over.
She came out of the bedroom, and there was no longer William's subordinate standing at the door. The game was really over. She walked downstairs in a gloomy mood.