Chapter 217 The meeting between the military advisors of both sides
Outside the box, Xu Ying and Chen Songyang were greeting each other.
In the private room, Ji Mingzong stared at Ji Lan, scanning her up and down with deep eyes and a strong aura of coldness.
The unfriendly eyes were filled with unknown fire.
Like a volcano about to erupt, it is calm on the surface but turbulent on the inside.
It's not that Ji Lan did anything.
But her clothes are really...
Ji Mingzong sighed hard, and the words of accusation and education turned into two words: "Is it cold? "
"It's okay," Ji Lan looked back with a strange look. She didn't believe that Ji Mingzong looked at her with forbearance and sighed just to ask her if she was cold.
But if people don’t speak directly, she is not that stupid to rush to explain.
Can't you hold him back?
She had to take advantage of the capital now to get back the anger she had suffered over the past few months.
"Did you bring a spare dress?"
"No."
Ji Mingzong resisted the urge to take her back and reached out to press her into his arms.
When the rough fingertips roamed her bare back with warmth, Ji Lan itched. She wanted to reach out and push the person away, but she was pressed tighter.
"The clothes are very beautiful and suit you very well."
"But?" Ji Lan asked.
"I want to hide you," the man bent slightly and looked at her: "Lanlan, the principle of not leaking money is the same in relationships. I am a man, selfish and controlling. These are all instinctive emotions. You are young and beautiful, and you don’t need to dress up deliberately to impress the other women present. Eclipsed, like a night pearl exuding the youth and brilliance that only belongs to your age."
"I understand of course," the man reached out and touched his earlobe, and said slightly: "But, as you. It’s hard for me not to care about the other half.”
He wanted to hide the person, but he didn't dare.
In Chen Songyang's words, he is as cowardly as a grandson now.
The first thing to consider when saying something or doing something is Ji Lan's emotion.
Stop talking about being popular?
Even if there is, it must be suppressed.
"Lan Lan." Mr. Ji sighed slightly, showing his helplessness. Finally, just when Ji Lan thought he would not speak again, the man bent down and pressed the back of her head and kissed her.
Strong, domineering and aggressive kisses occupied her brain.
Forced her to reach out and grab Ji Mingzong's collar.
The clear scent of lemon came, which was his usual aromatic scent.
This person may have quit smoking. She has not smelled the smell of tobacco for a long time.
The intertwining of lips and teeth did not last long.
Seeing that Ji Lan was out of breath and trying to dodge, Mr. Ji let go of her, put his hands on her waist, carried her to the bar on one side, pressed her into his arms and let her breathe.
Where breathing is rapid, a coughing sound comes.
Mr. Ji panicked, took off his coat and wrapped the person in it.
He held her with one hand, picked up the kettle on the side and poured her a glass of water with the other hand: "Drink some."
"Thank you."
She avoided the cup brought by Ji Mingzong and took the initiative: "Why are you here?"
"I thought you were here, so I came over to join in the fun. ”
Ji Lan: Did you hit a straight ball?
"You really won't let me in?" Xu Ying and Chen Songyang were in a stalemate at the door.
Chen Songyang gave her a bored look: "Why did you go in when someone was in love? Looking for abuse?"
"So? What are we doing at the door? Gatekeepers?"
Chen Songyang thought about it, too!
There is still some fun going downstairs. Aren’t they just the doorkeepers standing at the door now?
Forget it! Not interesting.
Xu Ying took out her cell phone: "Leave me your contact information? This can be considered a meeting between the military advisors of both sides. Maybe we will need it in the future?"
Chen Songyang glanced at her and twitched. He said as if: "Mr. Xu wants to pick me up, right?"
"Don't you usually look in the mirror?" Xu Ying smiled angrily: "Mr. Chen is Don’t you have some misunderstanding about yourself? Don’t you know that it’s popular now to have a young man without getting married?”
“We young girls are very afraid of old men like you who are not yet married. Ah! I want to get married just for fun, and I want to have a baby as soon as I get killed. Then I say I’m too old.”
"I haven't seen you bury yourself even in this age!"
"Isn't it a bit too obvious to criticize Sang and Huai?" Chen Songyang finally heard that he was scolding Boss Ji!
Whether it is in words or in general, Xu Ying is not as polite to Ji Mingzong as he seems on the surface.
Zhi might have tried to persuade him to make peace in front of Ji Lan, but secretly scolded the old man.
“Forget it, after staying with you for so long, I smell like an old man. I might as well go down and chat with my little brother.”
Xu Ying was too lazy to talk to him.
Going downstairs with the skirt in hand, when passing by the stairs, I saw a waiter walking over with a tray and a goblet between his fingertips.
Sneaked into the place.
When Shi An came into view wearing a blue gauze skirt, Xu Ying walked over and brought her closer to him.
This day was just as everyone said.
The Newcomer Award went to Lanying Media.
Upstairs, Ji Lan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the big stage in front. When the host read out Shi An's name, Xu Ying looked back downstairs and looked in this direction. Ji Lan curled her lips and gave A knowing smile.
"Are you relieved?" Ji Mingzong clicked on the back of Ji Lan's waist.
The tone is gentle with a touch of pampering that only elders can have.
“Thanks to Ji Dong.”
"You should thank yourself," Ji Mingzong said firmly, "You are excellent and worthy of all this."
The two of them left before the show was over. As soon as they got in the car, the heating in the Bentley hit them. Come, Ji Lan felt warm all over, the heat wave wrapped around her and made her back relax a little.
Buzzing
The text message came in, she picked it up and looked at it.
Jixian's text message came in, with only two words: "Congratulations"
Ji Lan replied to his message with a slight smile, and the smile in her eyes could hardly be hidden as her fingertips roamed the screen: "Verbal congratulations?"
Ji Xian: "The gift will be delivered to the company tomorrow morning"
< br>"Whose message?" Ji Mingzong glanced at the notes on the screen, and naturally he didn't know who this text message belonged to.
But I dare not ask directly.
He can't afford to offend Ji Lan.
"Friend," Ji Lan responded lightly and put away the phone without any intention of continuing.
"Sir," the two of them had just arrived at Lanting Villa. Zhang Ying, who was sitting on the sofa, hurriedly got up and came over with an invitation: "Invitation to Mrs. Ji's birthday."
Birthday ?
Ji Lan was a little confused. He glanced at Ji Mingzong and picked up the invitation and looked at it: "It's eight hundred years since her birthday. Who knows what kind of medicine she is selling in her gourd."
"Ask Jinghe to put in hot water and you go take a bath. The time should be controlled within ten minutes. Don't soak for too long."
Ji Mingzong's instructions sounded, and Jing He took action.
Ji Lan was not given a chance to respond.
When she entered the bathroom, the water in the bathtub was already half full.
Downstairs, Ji Mingzong pulled his tie calmly. Seeing Zhang Ying's expression of hesitation, he softly uttered two words: "Say it!"
"Mr. An has already set off. Tomorrow Delivered to Beijing-Hong Kong Airport at 6 p.m. ”