Chapter 230 Old Lady’s Birthday Banquet
"Ji Lan, life is still long, let's see how long you can laugh."
"You will laugh until you die! How long can you keep laughing?" An also shouted back.
He turned around and saw Deng Yi leaving and looked at Ji Lan: "When will your mouth be brought to the temple to be consecrated?"
"Is this how you usually get bullied by her?"
"Hey, don't leave!"
"I'm teaching you!"
When Chen Songyang saw An Ye, he rushed to catch up and grabbed him: "Auntie, living ancestor, please do well. Haven't you seen that others are ignoring you? Why are you rushing to join me? Do you think you are not enough to bother others?"
"Then I'm not helping her?"
"Can you help her for the rest of your life? When you go back to Nanyang, won't people still be like this? If you are not strong enough, no matter how many bamboo poles you insert, it will be in vain! People are not vegetables. If you insert a pole, it will not grow crookedly."
"Go, go, go!"
Ji Lan has many people to protect her, why should she worry about it?
"You have so much energy all day long, so why not save your broken marriage?"
"If you leave your stepson at home without educating him, how can you educate his wife?"
Chen Songyang pulled her to the elevator.
Seeing that the elevator is about to reach the floor.
Just as he was about to take a step forward, the elevator door opened, and the man's tall and slender figure came into view.
Ji Mingzong stood tall and tall in the elevator, with his lowered eyes looking like a demon, making it hard to see what he was seeing.
"What a coincidence?"
"Why are you here?"
Both sides said in unison.
Chen Songyang: "Come and eat."
"Are you looking for Sister Lan?"
Ji Mingzong grunted and glanced at An Ye with a hint of warning.
"How are the arrangements I asked you to arrange?"
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged."
In the parking lot, Deng Yi stood outside the car chatting with the driver, his face as solemn as the morning fog in the cold winter outside.
The tight back gives people an uncontrollable sense of chill.
"I want you to make sure nothing goes wrong," Deng Yi stretched out his hand to support the car and repeatedly warned him.
"You can rest assured."
In the back seat, Ji Rourou looked at Deng Yi and didn't look away until she was about to get in the car.
The car drove all the way to Ji's villa. When they arrived in the yard, neither of them said a word.
It wasn't until I entered the house and saw people from the luxury store waiting in the living room that I remembered that the dress ordered for Ji Rourou today had arrived.
"Go try it!"
Ji Rourou glanced at the dress spread out on the sofa. The white gauze skirt was embroidered by hand, and there was also a set of valuable diamond necklaces.
You don’t need to look into it carefully to know that it is a generous move.
Deng Yi has always been willing to work hard on his face.
In her words, every piece of clothing she wears is related to the Ji family's face, not herself.
In the bathroom on the first floor, she numbly put the dress on her body with the help of the clerk.
What Ji Lan said came to mind: "They will put you in exquisite dresses, bring you expensive jewelry and take you to various high-end occasions. Do you think this is love? Delusion, this is just a way for them to show off their belongings It’s just an opportunity. The quality of something depends on its appearance first and then its essence. Every occasion you attend is as an object.”
"Awaiting price, you understand?"
"Miss Ji is so beautiful. The dress and jewelry suit you very well."
Ji Rourou slowly raised her eyes when she heard the sound, and what caught her eyes was herself in the mirror.
The appearance is indeed bright, but the tired eyes are dull.
It’s the weariness that can’t be hidden.
December 20th.
Half of the country in Beijing and Hong Kong received invitations from the Ji family.
The last time Jijia Manor opened its doors to entertain guests was thirty or forty years ago.
This old lady's birthday party was huge.
We invited a top team to plan, starting from the gate of the community and checking the invitation letter, until entering the gate of the manor, and then the door. The extremely strict security team closed the door three times along the way.
Everyone couldn't help but whisper that even though the Ji family has been in a state of ups and downs recently, it can't hide its splendor.
"Do you think the third master will come?"
"Didn't you say that we were in disgrace?"
"After all, she is my mother, so she won't come!"
"I heard that something bad is going to happen to Director Ji recently, but I don't know if it's with that person."
When that person was mentioned, everyone's eyes drifted to Deng Yi unconsciously. When they saw Ji Rourou out of the corner of their eyes, some people sighed: "Deng Yi is smart but confused for a while. If he had chosen Ji Lan back then"
"We are not biological after all!"
"My biological son must be useful!"
In the world of capital, only what is beneficial to them does not matter whether they are biological or biological.
In today's era, with rapid development, how many wealthy families are gradually declining, and how many rising stars are on the rise.
At some point, blood relations also became a shackles that pulled them down the mountain.
"Master Chen!"
Everyone who was chatting saw Chen Songyang approaching with a smile on his face, holding his female companion's hand.
Say hello to people.
"Master Chen is here, and Director Ji must be here too!"
Who in Beijing and Hong Kong doesn’t know that these two have a good relationship?
"What are they expecting?"
"Looking forward to Boss Ji!" Chen Songyang called the waiter to come over with a tray, took two glasses of wine, and handed one to An Ye.
"Will he come?"
"If he doesn't come, what good show will you see?"
I found him early in the morning and begged to come with him. Wasn't it just to watch a good show?
If Ji Mingzong didn't come today, he estimated that An Ye could go to Lanting Villa after it was over.
"He should come. Li Zhen was sent away by him secretly in Chencang. No matter what, he should tell the old lady the good news. Besides, I always feel that someone will die tonight!"
The more arrogant the old lady becomes, the more he wants to pull her down from the altar.
This is Ji Mingzong's consistent style.
At half past eight, the old lady took the microphone and said a few official and polite words of welcome,
As soon as he put down the phone, the door was pushed open again.
Ji Mingzong strode over, and Ji Lan stood beside him holding his arm. The two of them felt like a darkened couple who came back from a romance novel.
"Are you attending a funeral? This one is dressed in black," An couldn't help but muttered.
Ji Mingzong was wearing a black suit, while Ji Lan was wearing a black gauze skirt with a slender waist.
No matter which angle you look at it, it looks amazing.
Handsome men and beautiful women have been eye-catching since ancient times.
In the early years, when everyone in Beijing and Hong Kong mentioned Ji Lan, there were only two labels: beauty and adopted daughter.
"Beauty is really beautiful, but it's a pity that she is just an adopted daughter"
Now, one more word has been added to these words: Ji Mingzong.
After today, there is another label attached to Ji Lan.
There were buzzing sounds all around.
Various short and classic words reached the ears of the Ji family.
The ones with the ugliest faces were Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi.
The adopted daughter and her biological brother got together. Even if they were not related by blood, it would not be a glorious thing to tell them.
And today, they actually came to attend the old lady's birthday party openly.
In a place where guests gather, are you afraid that others won't see their Ji family's jokes?
Ji Hongyi's eyes frequently fell on the old lady.
Seeing her wearing a decent cheongsam and standing in front of the stage with a cane, she felt no emotion at all.
For a moment, I didn't even know how to vent my anger.
"The third master is here? The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time."