The National Director is Mr. Perfect Chapter 688: I think you are going to die for what you want

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Ji Moyin took a sip of red wine and asked Junci curiously: "Brother Yi didn't come back?"

On such an important day, it is reasonable to say that Jiang Yi attaches great importance to Junci, and he cannot be silent.

But as soon as he said this, the smile at the corner of Jun Ci's mouth froze.

Guru said, Jiang Yi didn't come back.

She doesn't know how to describe the feelings in her heart, only knows that she is really uncomfortable.

She didn't want to be more hypocritical, but Jiang Yi couldn't come back, and she still had a slight discomfort in her heart.

At this moment, when Ji Moyin heard it, his smile obviously stopped.

Ji Moyin felt the cold air on Junci's body, and he was about to realize that he had said something wrong, so he said haha: "Maybe Brother Yi is too busy, after all, this time the old man is coming... "

Jing Fuxiao and Xia Hanyun over there both glanced at Junci slightly.

They also don't know about Jiang Yi's news.

The reason why they came to Junci’s birthday party was because of Jiang Yi’s face. Of course, they also knew that the reason why Junci invited them alone was also for Jiang Yi’s sake.

She and the brothers Jiang Yi didn't talk a lot, and occasionally said a few words with Ji Mo Yinneng about the game. After a meal, everyone thoughtfully ate it and then broke up.

She had a meeting with Ji Moyin and the others after the birthday dinner, and when she got home, it was already 11:30.

The night outside the window has deepened to the extreme, and the heating in the room is not warm. Now Junci is in a mood.

She doesn't know how she feels in her heart, only a little conflicted.

She may be able to understand why Jiang Yi can’t come back, but...

Maybe Jiang Yi was really relieved, so he started to care about this kind of thing.

Today, there are enough people talking about Happy Birthday to her, but it seems that no matter how many people, they can’t match Jiang Yi’s sentence.

She turned her head slightly, and there were a lot of birthday gifts that she received today on the table. There were a lot of precious things in it, but she was in no mood to appreciate it.

The piano sniffed happily beside.

Look at the time, it was really late, and she was going to take a bath to rest.

Just as she walked to the bathroom, she heard the elevator ding.

She saw it in an instant, and when the elevator door opened, she walked out of the tall, tall, handsome figure in military uniform.

I haven't seen him for three months. He shaved his square inches, and his delicate cheeks became more and more obvious. The original bright chin seemed a little sharp, but because of this, it revealed a bit of maturity and sharpness that was not available before.

Jun Ci glanced at the time subconsciously, 11:55!

It was really timely.

"Guru, you said he didn't come back." Jun Ci felt his voice whizzing coldly.

Guru is right and confident: "When you asked Guru, Jiang Yi was indeed in the city over there. He hadn't boarded the plane yet, didn't he come back?!"

Jun porcelain:......

She had nothing to say, and the people over there saw Junci standing here, and their eyes lit up with a scream.

He strode over, with a bit of eagerness, and shouted extremely viscously in his mouth: "Porcelain, I'm back, I'm here!"

He was a little anxious, and his breath was a little heavy. It is not difficult to imagine that people should have come in.

He was wearing a military uniform and he was holding an object.

Jun Ci hasn't spoken yet, he has embraced Jun Ci.

I missed my voice: "I think your life will be gone."

There has never been a moment, when I missed someone so much after I left.

Three months, before leaving, he had never thought that there would be such a day. He struggled over and over again and didn't know how to get over it.

When I finally saw this person, I just felt that it was not enough to hold him.

Holding someone, kissing her hair, and smelling the smell on her body, just reluctant to let go.