After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

Chapter 101 Day and night are bright

"Jia Li, he did something wrong, and he deserves to be punished."

After all, he was an old hand, so he bowed awkwardly and said, "I don't have the authority to manage this. It's my honor to have you manage this for me, Mr. Yi."

Yi Zongyu smoked very quietly, like a huge and lazy beast, with his eyes lowered.

In the silent air, even the bluish-white smoke was flowing slowly, as if a rope was tightly strangling Peng Jihua's throat.

The smile on his face became stiffer and stiffer, and his posture became lower and lower.

"Mr. Yi, you also know that my Peng family only has this one descendant. It is my fault that the situation today has come to this."

"But I think if you are willing to meet me, there is a chance that things can be turned around."

"Jia Li is young, and the mistakes he made have offended many people to varying degrees, but the Peng family will cover for him."

"I didn't expect that they would have the guts to provoke the Yi family this time. I'm really terrified."

Yi Zongyu raised his eyelids and looked at him. The reason why Peng Jiali dared to take the last step was entirely because he, a good father, was fanning the flames behind the scenes.

I can still say the word panic now.

Anyone could see that this was an all-in attempt.

Daring to use Yu Jing as a bargaining chip, will courage increase with age?

"Mr. Yi, please feel free to ask for any conditions you have. I will definitely meet them. As long as you spare my life, please."

"I'll let him live." Yi Zongyou put out his cigarette and said in a light voice, "Will he come and attack my people again in the future?"

Peng Jihua was panic-stricken.

"No, no, I dare not. As long as you raise your hand, there will be no Peng family in Jing City from now on. I will bring the family gift to a place where you can't see me."

"Or you can mention it. Just raise your hand. Anywhere is fine."

Yi Zongyou leaned back in his chair, "You want me to mention something that's out of sight?"

"You can ask."

Han Ning smiled politely:

"Mr. Peng, do you want a coffin or an urn? Both places are quite quiet."

Peng Jihua choked and looked at Yi Zongyu.

The other party had a normal look on his face, and didn't look like he wanted to restrain his subordinates.

He had no choice but to hold back his anger and said, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you, Peng."

"I think Mr. Yi is willing to meet me, there must be something to discuss."

"What if I said no."

Yi Zongyu looked at him and refused abruptly.

Peng Jihua's heart sank. Perhaps he should have expected this scene, but it was still hard to bear.

"Since you are seeing me..."

"Didn't you want to see me?"

"Yes, Mr. Yi, I know you have everything you need. The reason we can meet today is all because of your care for Peng."

Yi Zongyu seemed too lazy to listen to these sweet words. Peng Jihua hesitated for a few seconds and then spoke again.

"Is Jiali okay now? I don't ask to take him out of the capital, I just ask Mr. Yi to let me see him."

Now nearly sixty years old, he is like a wolf herding sheep in the world of fame and fortune, but now he can still humble himself repeatedly.

This made Yi Zongyu suddenly think of Jie Heng many years ago.

All he says is words that please everyone, but in fact he has a black heart.

If he really had a chance to turn things around, Jie Heng's tricks would be nothing to Peng Jihua.

Yi Zongyu laughed contemptuously when he heard this.

"I have let you see him for the last time. He is in this room. Can't Mr. Peng see him?"

The man spoke word by word, his voice as cold as rain.

He didn't even dare to observe the room anymore. He didn't dare to move and just stood there stiffly.

Looking at Yi Zongyu in front of him, he experienced for the first time what Yamasha meant.

The other person's expression was so calm, so nonchalant, and he told him lightly:

Your son is in this room.

After a long time, Peng Jihua wanted to take a breath and spoke again.

"Are you kidding me?"

The corners of Yi Zongyu's lips seemed to curl slightly, but he did not answer, but looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Peng Jihua looked up stiffly, stunned and numb.

The crystal chandeliers are made of gorgeous colored glass, hanging in scattered patterns, shining brighter than the stars.

"The human body is conductive. This room has been lit day and night since the night Peng Jiali disappeared."

Peng Jihua's pupils suddenly contracted, his fingers clenched together and trembled, and his face turned pale.

"Mr. Peng, do you usually burn incense?" Yi Zongyu smiled faintly, "Try carefully, what kind of incense I burned today."

Following the other person's gaze, I saw an incense burner placed on a platform not far away, with thin smoke rising from it.

When he first entered the room, his first reaction was that the room was very hot and had a strange smell.

Peng Jihua didn't dare to think too much about what the raw materials in the incense burner were and where they came from.

"From the moment you stepped into this room, all the warmth and light you felt were brought to you by your son."

"This is a real meeting, Mr. Peng."

Yi Zongyu's voice seemed to come slowly from all directions, pouring into Peng Jihua's ears, and gradually becoming clearer.

Only at this moment did he realize that the other party was a hundred times more terrifying than he had imagined. Once the other party's bottom line was touched upon, the rationality of the calm and self-controlled superior would immediately collapse, and he would become confused and paranoid.

He shouldn't have come today, or perhaps he shouldn't have asked to see Yi Zongyu from the beginning.

Peng Jihua's eyes turned fierce and red instantly, and his old cheeks looked a little scary.

"You killed him!"

Yi Zongyu let out a light click of his tongue, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"Mr. Peng is not in good condition. Let him sit down."

Han Ning clapped his hands.

The door opened, and the bodyguard brought in a chair from outside and put it down. Without caring about Peng Jihua's thoughts, he pushed the man to sit down.

"Does Mr. Peng feel better?" Han Ning smiled, "It's a pity that your son doesn't have a right leg, so he can't fit into a chair."

"But father and son are of the same blood. You can guess which chair leg is not Peng Jiali's bone."

Peng Jihua felt completely depressed and numb. His mind was telling him to get up, but he couldn't.

It was a rainy day outside the window and cold air swept in. The thin white gauze floated in the wind.

Yu Jing was covered in a soft quilt and reached out to touch the smart remote control to close the window.

"Hmm... where is it?" He muttered, "I lost it somewhere."

Just when he was about to get out of bed barefoot, he vaguely heard the sound of fingerprint unlocking, and he pulled his head back into the quilt and pretended to sleep.

Two minutes later, the door opened, someone closed the window for him, and footsteps approached.

Yi Zongyou rubbed his head and said softly, "Xiao Jing, you will suffer from insomnia at night if you sleep like this."

Yu Jing quietly opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"you are back."

"I'm not back."

"..."

Yu Jing rested her little face in the man's warm big hands and closed her eyes to criticize him.

"You've been out for three days in a row, and you only come home at night. What am I doing not sleeping?"

"I have something to talk to Uncle Xue about. We talked for a long time. Xiao Jing feels wronged."