When Ji Ming opened his mouth, he had handed over the folded document bag.

After glancing at the heavy paper bag, Tang Li didn’t reach for it.

Confused, she looked up to Ji Ming again.

Ji Ming explained: “Mr. accidentally learned that Miss Tang has not paid the sponsorship fee for this year, so I ordered me to take 50,000 yuan in the bank and send it to Miss Tang for emergency.”

It seems that she wants to question, Ji Ming takes the lead Opening: “No matter how much I don’t know, what the husband wants to do is not something I can ask casually.”

Tang Li didn’t want the money unreasonably.

Receiving the document bag, she asked: “Did Mr. Song always do good deeds?”

Ji Ming stunned slightly, and then said: “Mr. He salutes the Buddha.” The

implication is indeed a good person.

But if you really have a clear heart, why have you just stood by and have sat firmly in the top position of the Ministry of Finance?

Tang Li did not say this sentence.

The pursuit of power embodies the desire of human nature.

Ji Ming left the school and went to Yunqi Villa, a private residence where Song Baiyan lived alone.

Yunqi Mountain Villa is located at the foot of Fengyun Mountain on the outskirts of Kyoto. It is built on the mountain and has excellent feng shui. It is rumored that it was once the palace of an emperor in ancient times. It has a sign of a dragon vein. The courtyard was praised by Feng Shui masters as “the image of a dragon flying in the sky”.

Not only is it a private residence, but also the distinguished owner, the security work has always been extremely strict.

The car appeared at the foot of the mountain, and the huge black iron door slowly opened.

The winding cement road is hidden between the mountains and the rocks, on both sides are vigorous green pine, which echoes the purple tangerine that protrudes between the stone cracks. It is already early autumn, with lush foliage and flowers, like nowhere to be seen Minutes.

The stream of mountains and streams outside the courtyard, with gurgling white mist, shows the spring coming out of season.

Ji Ming got off the bus and went directly to Houshan Lake.

Just across the courtyard corridor, he saw Song Baiyan walking by the lake.

The lake surface was shimmered by the sunlight, and the man suddenly stopped, looking back at this natural lake and sea.

Hearing the sound, Song Baiyan turned back.

Not waiting for Song Baiyan to ask this time, Ji Ming volunteered: “The money has been sent to Miss Tang.”

“Did she ask anything?”

Ji Ming paused and said, “Miss Tang asked if you do good deeds often?”

Song Baiyan smiled.

” Apart from asking you anything else?”

“No.”

Song Baiyan continued to move forward, and Ji Ming followed.

After a moment, Song Baiyan’s mellow voice sounded again: “You will go back to the Ministry of Finance later to cancel the afternoon meeting. The reason is that I am unwell.”

Ji Ming nodded.

Perhaps because there was too much confusion in his heart, he couldn’t help but ask: “Mr. and Miss Tang met before?”

“ Earlier in southern Yunnan, it was a good relationship.”

Xu Baiyan replied only a long time ago.

Ji Ming actually did not expect that the gentleman would tell him the truth.

Standing by the lake, Song Baiyan couldn’t help thinking of the girl’s blood-stained appearance at noon, which was even more embarrassing than last night. If she wasn’t known that her biological father was Li Wenyan, she might not be able to recognize her in the study room of the Li family last night.

At that time, the thin and clever girl now has a lot of facial features, but still has the shadow of that year.

Eight years later, Song Baiyan still remembers that when he woke up from a coma with a gunshot wound, the little girl with a pony tail pressed a small dirty hand on his thin lips. He heard the footsteps outside and was sweating nervously. , But didn’t care about running away, muttering in his ear: “As long as you don’t say anything, I won’t suffocate you!”