Chapter 61 (1/2)

The man was a medium-sized man in work clothes and wore a low gray hat. He couldn't see his face.

Lu Yiming noticed just now that the man deliberately bumped into Ji Wei. Hearing that he called Ji Wei's name, his eyes at that moment were as disgusting as a snake.

Under Ji Wei's surprised eyes, Lu Yiming threw the thing he was carrying to her and flashed in at the moment when the elevator door closed.

The man looked up at him in surprise and immediately lowered his head. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for Lu Yiming to see the man's face clearly.

An ordinary public face may not be found when thrown into the crowd. Lu Yiming has vaguely guessed the identity of this person. It is estimated that he is a private detective like the man who secretly photographed in the afternoon.

The man in the afternoon said that Chen Hang sent it at a high price, but he didn't know whether the two were together.

Chen Hang is Chen Shanshan's father. If it's for Chen Shanshan, he doesn't need to investigate Ji Wei at all, because Lu Yiming hasn't shown special affection for Ji Wei in front of the public for the time being.

Thinking of this, Lu Yiming smiled reassuringly at the nervous man in the elevator and asked, ”man, can I borrow a fire?”

When he got off the elevator, the man was hugged by Lu Yiming and entered a hidden place like a good friend. After a burst of punches and kicks, the man with a hard mouth pried open his mouth.

”I said, I said, a Miss Chen sent me.”

Lu Yiming sneered and moved his feet from the man's face. He squatted down and lowered his voice and said, ”go back and tell Miss Chen to see who the woman is. It's not too late to do it again! Get out of here! ”

The man got up and soon stumbled into the dark.

Lu Yiming slowly finished smoking a cigarette. He stood in the dark with a deep expression and thought for a while. He put out the cigarette in the palm of his hand and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body. Then he took the elevator again.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ji Wei came out in her apron, opened the door for Lu Yiming, explained a few words, and hurried into the kitchen.

Lu Yiming seems to have entered his home, changed his shoes and entered the living room. A smell of food rushed into his nose. He was a little stunned. He went to the kitchen door and looked at the people who were cooking in an orderly way.

Ji Wei is wearing an apron and leather gloves. She is dealing with the ingredients in her hand. She is skilled at cutting. When her hand rises and falls, the ingredients are cut neatly.

A few years ago, he knew that she could cook. At that time, he was still a paralytic who could only lie in bed. He was lucky to borrow the light of his little nephew to eat her cooking. After dinner, she and her little nephew were talking quietly outside, and he listened bored in the other room.

Listen to her read Tang poetry in a beautiful voice, read it softly and gently word by word, and her little nephew read it gently with a small milk voice sentence by sentence. Then because of injury and insomnia, I will sleep with those sounds.

Thinking, Lu Yiming smiled. He looked at Ji Wei gently. Such a life was as stable and beautiful as he imagined.