Chapter 203 Do you want to stay?
“Why do you keep looking at me so often?”
In the black Bentley, while holding the steering wheel and waiting for the red light, Xu Ying’s eyes frequently fell on Ji Lan, looking at her with concern and concern. He hesitated to speak.
“I want to ask, do you really not plan to stay?”
Ji Lan twitched the corner of her lips: “Isn’t my attitude obvious enough?”
"It's obvious, but..." Xu Ying hesitated: "Does Director Ji agree?"
"If you don't agree, I'll give birth to an illegitimate child," Ji Lan said casually, it's just a child, and she Maybe she won't have only one child in her life. She won't be the only one, and she won't be able to suppress her.
Xu Ying clicked her tongue, a little surprised, but felt that it was reasonable. She never thought that the relationship between Ji Mingzong and Ji Lan would lead to marriage, not Ji Lan.
On the contrary, it is because people like Ji Mingzong have too high a position and a clear sense of class. He supports Ji Lan all the way to a high position, which is like an elder supporting a younger generation. As for love, there is not much .
In other words, love is love, but it is definitely not love to the point of disregarding interests.
"You won't get married?"
"No," she might have fantasized about it before, but after last night, all the entanglements that were lingering in her heart were instantly cleared up.
"Does Director Ji mean this too?"
"Do I still need to ask this?"
Xu Ying:.
"Abortion hurts the body."
"If you don't beat me, my life will be over. I will leave the wolf's den and enter the tiger's den again."
In the evening, Ji Lan deliberately stayed in the company and didn't go back until nearly ten o'clock. During this period, Jinghe asked about her return home time, and she told her to work overtime.
When we returned to Lanting Villa, the stars hung high in the winter night, which made people feel a bit in a trance.
As soon as she entered, Jing He greeted her.
"You haven't slept yet?"
"Miss Song and Mr. Song haven't come back yet, so I can't sleep well." Jing He took the thing in her hand and asked, "I made soup, would Miss Song warm it up?" Warm yourself up?”
“Okay, I’ll go get dressed and come down.”
The living room on the second floor is as clean and tidy as ever, and the atmosphere of the two of them fills the whole room. A sharp contrast to the beginning.
It’s not because of how many personal items she brought in. It’s because Ji Mingzong is extremely capable of making every item here tainted with her scent.
He was willing to spend money on her.
There are countless jewelry, dresses, and all kinds of expensive clothing.
The sentence "Respect the clothes first and then the people" became the explanation he used when buying clothes for himself.
Ji Lan changed her clothes and went downstairs. 256 got out of the cat room and stuck to people she saw.
Ji Mingzong is not here, so she or Jing He is its choice.
He touches you selectively, and then hopes that you won’t disturb him. He is just like his father, and he looks like a scumbag.
"Sir," at half past eleven, Ji Mingzong got out of the car, smelling of tobacco and alcohol, and was about to walk up the stairs in the parking lot.
Qin Chang saw him and came out of the rest room on one side, holding the list in his hand.
"Miss Song went to the hospital today."
The man lowered his head and pulled his tie for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Qin Chang, the worry in his eyes could not be concealed: "Are you sick?"< br>
Qin Chang handed over the list in his hand. Even if Ji Mingzong didn't understand, he could still see the words "intrauterine pregnancy".
Pregnant?
Don’t you tell him about such a big thing?
"You went there because you felt uncomfortable?"
Qin Chang shook his head: "I don't know."
Ji Mingzong said favorably and waved his hand to signal Qin Chang to go down. As he walked upstairs, he folded the list in his hand and put it into his coat pocket.
Until the person disappeared, downstairs, Yan Hui and Qin Chang's eyes collided in the air, with inexplicable emotions.
“You went in the morning?” Yan Hui asked.
Qin Changen said: "Miss Song, didn't you tell your husband?"
Otherwise, your husband wouldn't be so surprised when he saw the checklist.
Yan Hui shook his head: "Forget it, we can't see through it."
The relationship between Ji Mingzong and Ji Lan is too complicated. The father-in-law is right, and the mother-in-law is right. It was so purposeful in the beginning that until now, I always feel that the relationship between both parties is based on self-interest. I don't trust the other party until now, and I don't know whether it is good or bad to have a little life now.
Emotions are poison.
Get the body and want the heart.
Gain profit and want love.
Giving love to someone, I want the other person to be well-behaved, loyal and obedient.
Those who are loved want equal respect.
Is there anything perfect in the world?
“Sad!”
"What are you worried about? It's not like your wife is pregnant."
Yan Hui paused in his smoking motion: "Do you think Zhang Ying would be so angry that he would see an andrologist if he knew that Miss Song was pregnant?"< br>
Some people have been trying to get pregnant for more than half a year without getting pregnant, and some people got pregnant unexpectedly.
"Assistant Zhang is under great pressure," Qin Chang responded casually.
“It seems that you also know that Zhang Ying and his wife are preparing for pregnancy!”
Qin Chang rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Everyone in the entire Fengming system knows it."
Being famous for preparing for pregnancy.
That’s great.
Half a year has passed, and my husband has not let anyone smoke or drink outside. He often drinks with a few bosses, and everyone is either a ghost or a ghost. If Zhang Ying doesn't do his best, I guess Director Ji will Not so kind anymore.
In the dining room on the first floor, Ji Lan casually tied up her long hair, exposing her white neck and forehead. She held a bowl of soup and drank every sip.
256 squatted on the chair beside her, watching her.
The dim yellow spotlight fell, coating her whole body with a thin layer of warm light.
The footsteps were approaching, and Ji Lan did not stop to greet them.
On the contrary, Ji Mingzong took off his coat and put on a white shirt, entered the bathroom and came back after washing his hands.
“What are you drinking?”
A knowing question started tonight's topic.
Ji Lan raised her eyes and glanced at him, then looked at her bowl. She didn't want to explain but still said: "Pork ribs and yam soup."
"Go to the hospital today? "The man waved away and it was Jing He. He poured a glass of water and turned to sit at the bar, looking down at her.
A slight smile spread across his lips, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Ji Lan gave a short hum.
"Sick? Still feeling unwell?"
"Didn't you know?" Ji Lan didn't understand what he meant by knowingly asking.
From the moment she entered the hospital to the time she came out, she never thought of hiding it. Even if she hid it, Qin Chang would tell him.
In the final analysis, if you want to hide something, you can’t do anything useless.
“I want to hear it from your own mouth.”
Ji Lan's calm eyes fell on Ji Mingzong, his thin lips pursed slightly, as if he didn't want to say anything, he lowered his head and continued to drink the soup.
"Lan Lan," Ji Mingzong was worried by her silence. He came over with a cup and pushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead.
“Meow.”
“Yeah!” The man glanced at 256 perfunctorily.
“Unhappy?” Seeing that she was not in a high mood, the man asked in a low voice,
Ji Lan casually joked: "I'm tired."
"Go home and rest early."
"Okay," she responded lightly.
Ji Mingzong sat across from her and looked at her, his careful gaze seemed to want to penetrate into her bones and see through her.
At this moment, a tentative inquiry blurted out: "Do you want to stay?"