Chapter 2239: it is my fault

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Li Jingyi looked at the old leader who changed his stern look in front of him, wondering if Zhu Luo was the old leader's own son?
I can’t bear to think about it, Li Jingyi was still expressionless and asked a few elderly people,
Hello uncles, the weather today is very good, but it’s not too early, and the temperature will start to cool down after the sun sets. keep warm."
"Oh, this kid is really polite!"
Several elderly people around saw that Li Jingyi cared about them and said hello to them, they couldn't help but began to praise Li Jingyi.
To be precise, it is praised by Li Jingyi disguised as Zhuluo.
At this time, the old leader silently listened to the compliments of the people around him. Although his face was smiling, he knew that Zhu Luo was looking for something to do with him, and he was too lazy to spend time here, so he quickly changed the topic.
"My wife, let's play here first. My son probably called me to go back for dinner, so I'll take a step first. I'll come down and chat with you another day."
"Go!"
"It's good for children to be at home. If you want to eat together, you can eat together. It is really enviable.
A few old people talked with each other, and they all expressed envy to the old leader.
The old leader also smiled and waved, stood up, then turned and left here.
Li Jingyi naturally followed him closely, and then silently under the leadership of the old leader, the two returned to the old leader's villa.
The decoration in the villa is in the old style, which is more in line with the choice of the old leader's age. The antique furniture made of sandalwood makes this home full.
After only one glance, Li Jingyi didn't look at him randomly. Instead, he waited until the old leader sat down on the sofa and went forward to report today.
Including the things that the medical scientists lost along the way, they also reported to the old leader one by one.
"What? You said those medical scientists were lost?"
The old leader was drinking tea. After hearing the news, he slapped the tea on the table severely, splashing hot tea everywhere.
But the old leader didn't seem to care about the pain, but continued to anger, "This Baicheng is really getting worse and worse, how can it be so unfavorable to do things!"
"This is also my fault."
Li Jingyi whispered, "If I don't propose to use those people as living specimens, but directly agree with Baicheng to shoot them, maybe I won't lose those medical scientists and leaders, please punish me."
Li Jingyi bent over as he said, pretending that he had made a mistake and seriously regretted it.
Because Li Jingyi knew that he had to report this matter to the old leader in order to appear "real".
"Hmph, you know it is your fault, but the main fault is not yours."
The old leader is also a person who knows right and wrong. He knows his assistant. No matter what he does, he is organized for the sake of good organization. He is confident that he knows this assistant.
So this time, it was Baicheng's fault.
As the facade of the white blood organization, Baicheng is responsible for the external affairs of the white blood organization. For example, when negotiating with the police this time, it was because Baicheng had not established a good relationship with the police, otherwise, it would not be there.
"Chief, do we need to punish Baicheng a little bit?" Li Jingyi asked falsely.
"Forget it."
After thinking about it for a while, the old leader shook his head and said, "Anyway, even if these medical scientists are taken away by the police, I still have a way to kill them. They can't do anything, it's okay."
"As for Baicheng, even though he is at fault, he has more important things to do now. I am too lazy to trouble him for such a trivial matter. You can just warn him severely."
After all, this old leader still has a certain preference for Baicheng, otherwise Baicheng would not have been so arrogant in the organization.
It was like this time, Bai Cheng obviously did something wrong, but the old leader still chose to forgive.
It seems that this old man attaches great importance to Baicheng.
To be more precise, Baicheng attaches great importance to the longevity medicine project.
He was already very old, and the doctor said that his body was not as good as before when he was checked in the hospital, so for the old leader, nothing is more important than the study of longevity medicine.
As long as you can prolong your life, you can leave everything behind.
"Ok."
Li Jingyi thought that Zhu Luo, as a subordinate, would definitely not be able to say more, naturally everything followed the old man's meaning.
"Okay, have you finished talking about what you want to say? If you are finished, go back first. I will stay alone for a while."
At the end, the old leader turned around and asked.
Li Jingyi nodded, "Leader, then I will leave first. You can tell me what you want."
When the voice fell, Li Jingyi turned and left the villa.
There was still such a cold figure, no different from the previous Zhuluo, so the old leader still didn't recognize anything.
He picked up the teacup in his hand again, sighed, and continued to drink tea.
"Assistant Zhu, where are you going now, do you want to take you home?" After leaving the villa where the old leader was, Li Jingyi got into the car and the driver asked politely.
Li Jingyi thought he really had nothing to do, so he nodded.
The car restarted, and soon poured into the busy streets outside.
At this time, it was getting late.
By the end of the evening, the sky had begun to gradually darken layer by layer, and when Li Jingyi arrived at Zhu Luo's home, the sky was already dark.
"Here, assistants."
The car stopped slowly, and the driver said to Li Jingyi in the back row.
Li Jingyi closed his eyes and slept for a while, then opened his eyes to recover, and he saw a small bungalow outside the window.
Although it is not as luxurious as a villa, this small bungalow actually has a different kind of warm feeling.
After that, Li Jingyi didn't say much, got out of the car decisively and stood outside the door of this small bungalow.
It seems hard to imagine that a cold person like Zhuluo actually has such a warm little home.
The front yard of the house is full of flowers. The flowers climbed out of the eaves and grew to the side of the road. Although it was night, the small warm yellow light in the middle of the flowers still illuminated the surroundings very warmly and brilliantly.
Even warmer than this is this small bungalow, the inside and outside are shrouded in warm yellow lights, and the white walls look so warm under this light.