Chapter 200: Don’t you want to know who the old man who married Xu Ying is?
“What are we waiting for?”
In Lanying Media, Xu Ying is sitting in the office, leaning back on the large office chair, folding his hands in front of him and closing his eyes to relax.
Zhang Fan came in with a box lunch and placed it in front of her: "Let the people in the public relations department get off work?"
"No rush," Xu Ying responded lightly.
"Everyone has stayed up all night for two days." Since the incident with Ji Lan, we haven't gone home for two days. We just stare at the computer screen every day for fear of missing some important information.
Spread rumors with your mouth, but you will lose your legs if you refute them.
The scandal about the boss was shocking.
It’s okay to fall in love, and it’s okay to find an old man. The biggest problem is that there are rumors that someone has found his third uncle. This is simply an existence that cannot be tolerated by nature.
Jilan has reached such a high level in less than a year. There must be an expert behind him to guide and pave the way. However, everyone did not expect that the person behind him turned out to be a giant from Fengming Capital.
You don’t need to think too much to know what rumors are circulating in Beijing and Hong Kong today.
“In addition to doubling the overtime pay, we will give each of them an additional three thousand yuan subsidy,” Xu Ying said boldly, but Zhang Fan had nothing to say.
After all, it is not easy to meet a boss who is generous with money.
As the news spread, the people who were complaining just now were so devastated that they felt as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
Zhang Fan came back and sat opposite Xu Ying. While opening the lid of the lunch box, he asked curiously: "I am very curious, is Ji Lan and Ji Dong really in that kind of relationship?"
Xu Ying lowered her eyes as she ate her rice, without even raising her eyes: "I advise you not to be curious."
"Also, calling Director Ji Ji Director and calling Mr. Song by his full name means that the distinction between superior and inferior is up to you. Isn’t it obvious here or do you not think highly of Song Lan at all?”
Xu Ying emphasized the word Song Lan very seriously.
The clear eyes carried a warning that was difficult to ignore.
Zhang Fan trembled, and suddenly realized that her former deskmate had long distanced herself from her in power.
There has been an insurmountable gap between them since they became superiors and subordinates.
Whether Ji Lan relied on his own efforts or relied on others to gain momentum.
It can't change the fact that she is her boss.
"Mr. Xu, Maosheng Pharmaceutical has issued a statement."
Xu Ying stopped eating and took the newspaper handed by his subordinate.
A short line: "Blessings, best wishes"
They were prepared to start a long war with the Ji family, but this statement directly stopped the war.
Xu Ying looked at the news in the newspaper and couldn't react for a while.
“This statement is interesting.” In the Beijing-Hong Kong Club, Chen Songyang was playing with a tea cup. When he read the statement in the newspaper, he stretched out his fingertips and moved the thing towards him.
Zhao Jiahuai glanced over and took a look: "At first glance, it is the handiwork of an old man."
"She knows when to say what to say to maximize her own interests." Isn't it the brains of this old witch that make the Ji family prosperous all these years?
In the financial metropolis of Beijing and Hong Kong, how many people come and go, start businesses and then go bankrupt.
The old lady played a key role in the Ji family's ability to survive, and many people in the circle are speculating that without the old lady, the Ji family may not be able to survive for long.
"How about saying she is an old witch?" Chen Songyang poured the water in the cup to one side and looked at the time: "Is Lao Ji coming back?"
Zhao Jiahuai I looked at the date on my phone: "It said three days."
"Let's go!" Chen Songyang put down his teacup, patted his trouser legs and stood up.
"Where to go?"
"Go and see the cat raised by Boss Ji."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Ji Mingzong's car stopped at the entrance of Lanting Villa. Before getting out of the car, Jing He led someone to take the luggage upstairs.
Ji Lan took her cell phone and looked at it suspiciously when she went upstairs. She had been out for three days, but Xu Ying did not come in with a complaining call.
Not normal.
At ten past seven o'clock, Ji Lan dialed the phone and went out. The call was picked up quickly. "Back?"
"Just arrived," Ji Lan took out her pajamas from the closet and entered the bathroom: "How have you been these days? Why didn't you call me?"< br>
"Director Ji said, let me not disturb your vacation," Xu Ying casually threw the pot on Ji Mingzong.
Before she could say anything, the other side continued: "Have a good rest as soon as you get home. I'll come find you tomorrow morning."
After putting away the phone, it was almost nine o'clock when Ji Lan finished taking a shower.
She went downstairs wearing cotton home clothes. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she heard words coming from downstairs, and the sound was not familiar.
She looked over and saw Zhao Jiahuai and Chen Songyang standing downstairs.
In just an instant, the furry head disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Downstairs, Chen Songyang clicked his tongue: "Is there a cat upstairs?"
Ji Mingzong raised his eyebrows.
Chen Songyang continued: "This cat is no good. He is so cowardly, afraid of strangers?"
Ji Mingzong glanced at the person, stretched his trousers and stood up, and warned him: "Stop talking."
"I can't help it. My mouth is on me and you can't control it."
Ji Lan was lying on the bed scrolling through messages on her cell phone. Ji Mingzong went upstairs and saw her with her arms exposed and her half-dry hair hanging lazily and casually.
I had some weak thoughts.
When she walked over, his generous palm fell on her waist and wrapped around her shoulders: "Come downstairs and say hello?"
"Can you not go?"
< br>“I’ve seen them all.”
"I've seen him before, but I'm not familiar with them," Ji Lan responded truthfully. The class of friends around Ji Mingzong was too obvious.
It is tiring to talk.
“You’re not familiar with Zhao Jiahuai either?” Mr. Ji asked patiently, with a soft tone.
Ji Lan looked sideways at him, adjusted his posture and lay on the bed, looking at him, and said in a tone of voice: "I don't really think about it."
"You don't want to know about your marriage to Xu Ying Who is the old man? ”
"You know?"
Ji Mingzong stared at her, the smile in his eyes not diminishing. When he saw that she was interested, he didn't show any concern. Instead, he told her openly: "Chen Songyang."
Day ? ? ? ? ?
Ji Lan didn't believe it: "You didn't lie to me?"
"Unless the Xu family changes partners temporarily, there is no need for me to lie to you."
Regarding Ji Lan, except for the matter of concealing his identity, he has always been open-minded.
Maybe it’s because the two of them are not on the same level.
Why should the superior tell half-truths to the inferior?
Disdainful and too lazy to do so.
When Ji Lan followed Ji Mingzong downstairs, Chen Songyang looked at her with open and undisguised eyes. Just when Ji Lan felt embarrassed, he opened his mouth and his eyes fell on Ji Mingzong: "Do you remember I don’t remember, one time I went to Ji’s Manor to look for you on a rainy day, and told you that I saw a girl at the foot of the mountain, standing in the pouring rain without even an umbrella?”
After hearing this, Ji Mingzong probably knew who the girl he was talking about was.
And Ji Lan obviously remembered something.
Back then, Deng Yi threw her to the door and made her stand.
Originally it was time to go in at dinner time, but because Chen Songyang handed her an umbrella, she stood there for two more hours.
Not to mention how miserable it is.