Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"So, who are you?" Ji Shiting sneered.

"I'll go and serve you another bowl of rice." Lao Liang avoided it and turned away.

Ji Shiting looked at his back, his hands clenched secretly.

This place is far away from being too remote, and the few residents are also elderly people who can't see the young people and even have no access to electronic products.

His freedom is not completely restricted, but he is well aware that the elder Yuan, who is like a man, is extremely guarded against him, and any of his actions cannot escape his eyes.

What's more, he doesn't know anything about the outside world at present, and he dare not act rashly.

He didn't even know what number it was. After all, he was in a coma for a few days. He could only estimate that at least half a month had passed since he had an accident.

Half a month...

He could hardly imagine the mood of the old man and Ye Shengge, especially Shengge...

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes fiercely, the anxiety in his heart almost burned out his internal organs.

Not long afterwards, Lao Liang sent another bowl of rice, which was filled with vegetables and fish.

He put this bowl of rice in front of Ji Shiting and cleaned up the rice bowl he had just overturned.

"Eat, old Yuan won't let you go." He said lowly.

The implication is that even Ji Shi Ting hunger strike will not play any role.

Ji Shiting opened his eyes and looked at him with a calm tone: "He doesn't care about my life, but you care."

The scar on Laoliang's face was another blow.

"Even so, I won't be able to help you." He said, "My life was also saved by Old Yuan. I can't betray him more than once."

Ji Shiting's pupil contracted suddenly.

Lao Liang's sentence is tantamount to admitting his identity in disguise.

Even though Ji Shi Ting had already determined that he was Ji Ziliang, it was one thing to guess, but it was another thing to hear him admit it in disguise.

After more than 20 years, Ji Shiting did not expect to meet him again in this situation. He was still alive, and since he was alive, why did he refuse to go back, refuse to contact him and his father, and what happened to him all these years.

Perhaps the scars on his face were the answers to these questions.

Ji Shiting finally resisted the urge to ask.

"Tell you to tell Old Yuan, I know what he wants." Ji Shiting Shen Sheng said, "I can help him."

Lao Liang glanced at him, said nothing, and nodded gently.

The Qingfeng Gang is a gang that has developed in the past ten years. It is mainly active in the north. It is a gray business that smuggles and travels on the edge of the law. It has some contact with many senior officials. In addition to regular confession, sometimes it will be for them. Do some dirty work in exchange for some convenience.

Ji Shiting's understanding of them is limited to this.

Because the harm is not great, the Qingfeng Gang has not been suppressed for the time being, but the old Yuan was a thoughtful person at first sight, and he was certainly not satisfied with it.

If his pulse is pinpointed, it may not be difficult to leave here.

Not long after, the old Yuan who got the news shook in front of him.

"Mr. Ji, I heard that you refuse to eat, is the food too rough, so it can't get into your eyes?" he said with a grunt.

"I know you want to transform." Ji Shiting said lightly, "I can help you whitewash all sources of funding, limited to three months."

Three months later, his child is about to be born, and he must not miss it.