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    【Brother Line】Plan

    Ji Tingqin’s voice came to his ears. Ji Qing turned around and smiled softly.

    “Brother…”

    Ji Tingqin walked over and sat next to the sofa, extending his hand to Ji Qing.

    “Qingqing, come to my brother.”

    Ji Qing nodded, she stood up and walked to Ji Tingqin. Ji Tingqin took her arm and carried her on his lap to sit astride her. Ji Qing took advantage of the situation and hooked his neck.

    Gently resting his head on Ji Tingqin’s broad shoulder, her whole body softened. Ji Tingqin hugged her tightly and rested his chin on her head. The two of them stayed like this quietly for a long time.

    In fact, it is not that the Ji family has never encountered such a crisis. Ji Zongwei suddenly passed away that year, the old man had already left office, and Ai Xianguo was still in a state of decentralization, serving as the secretary of the municipal party committee in a remote city.

    He received the bad news in the Guangzhou Military Region. After rushing back overnight, Ji Zongwei was already there. There was a cradle next to him, and inside it was Ji Qing, who didn’t understand anything.

    He picked up Ji Qing and awkwardly coaxed her to sleep. Ji Qing, who was at the age of crying, stopped crying, her little eyes filled with tears, and she held her fingers in her mouth.

    This change caused him to lose the nomination to the district party committee, and instead he was transferred to a small staff position. It was not until Ai Xianguo suddenly returned to Beijing five years later that he was finally transferred back to the Military Commission.

    From then on, he kept a low profile and started from the grassroots level. He was promoted step by step in Ai Xianguo and reached today. During this period, he didn’t even have many women. The only few times he returned to Guangzhou were forced on him by his colleagues.

    But when he took off a woman’s clothes for the first time and was thinking about Ji Qing, he knew that something was wrong with him.

    This has been wrong for decades. Even now, when he looks at Ji Qing, he can think of the time when she climbed into his bed in her pajamas when she was a child and asked him to hold her to sleep.

    And the next morning, there would be two pairs of cotton socks Ji Qing had kicked off at night hidden on he’s bed. An adult man’s body was too hot for Ji Qing, and she liked to lie all over Ji Tingqin’s body, making her ears turn red from the heat.

    Thinking of this, Ji Tingqin couldn’t help but smile. Ji Qing looked up at He and pursed his lips slightly.

    “Brother, I have something to tell you.”

    Then Ji Qing told Ji Tingqin what Wu Ting said that day, and also briefly talked about what happened before. Jiang Dongyue didn’t know the whole story, but she knew it, so it was easy to deduce whether Wu Ting passed AIDS to Fang Qinglin, which led to her suicide.

    After all, she believed that Zhou Fucheng did things in a measured way, and Zhang Jizong probably did not have AIDS. Otherwise, given the amount of drugs Zhang Jizong took, how good his immune system would be, and no one would have discovered it until now.

    Ji Tingqin frowned slightly after hearing this, and spoke after a moment of silence.

    “Qingqing, apart from you and Dongyue, has anyone else heard about this?”

    Asked the same question as Jiang Dongxian, Ji Qing also gave the same answer as Jiang Dongyue.

    No one except she and Jiang Dongyue heard it, and she was not stupid enough to think that Zhang Jizong would believe her words.

    “Qingqing, let me think about this matter.”

    Ji Qing nodded, then leaned against Ji Tingqin’s chest. Ji Tingqin looked out the French window, his eyes gradually darkening.

    *
    Early the next morning, Ji Qing opened his eyes and saw that the bed beside him was already empty. It seemed that Ji Tingqin had left the house early.

    Ji Qing lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She opened the curtains and looked at the more and more soldiers outside Ji’s house. She was not nervous at all. She knew that Ji Tingqin must have withstood a lot of pressure to let her stay at home as if nothing was wrong.

    No one can tell how long this time will be, so she decides to cherish it.

    She turned around and walked to the dressing table. Her lower abdomen in the mirror was flat. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch it. Finally, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

    After getting dressed and applying some light lipstick, Ji Qing went downstairs and called her aunt over.

    “Aunt Li, let the kitchen cook a meal. There are guests coming over at noon.”

    The atmosphere in the Ji family has been getting worse and worse these days, and even the servants can feel it, so when Ji Qing said this, the aunt put a smile on her face.

    “Okay miss, I’ll go right away.”

    Ji Qing nodded, then went up and called Zhou Jianshen, Jiang Dongxian and others one by one.

    At three o’clock in the afternoon, cars drove to Ji Qing’s door one after another. Ji Qing was busy in the main dining room of the main building, acting like a hostess.

    The first ones to arrive were Jiang Dongxian and Jiang Dongyue. The Zhou brothers were still stuck on the road. Ji Qing invited them to sit down on the sofa and served them a flower tea made by himself.

    Jiang Dongxian still looked calm, but Jiang Dongyue looked hurt and lost his smile uncharacteristically.

    “Qingqing, come here with Brother Dongxian.”

    Jiang Dongxian spoke, and Jiang Dongyue could not say anything more. He could only watch Ji Qing and Jiang Dongxian leave the restaurant and go to the side hall on the upper floor.

    The side hall was very quiet. Jiang Dongxian held Ji Qing’s hand and faced her with a very gentle tone.

    “Qingqing, tell Brother Dongxian what you want to do?”

    Ji Qing lowered his head and pursed his lips. At the same time, Zhang Jizong also opened his eyes in the hospital.

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