Chapter 233 Five Years Later
"Sir," Yan Hui stopped the shovel in his hand and looked at the debris on the ground when the soil was dug halfway.
He was so scared that the hand holding the shovel couldn't stop shaking.
This material is the material of Ji Lan's dress today.
Could it be.........
"Get out of the way!" Late at night in winter, with the mountain wind roaring, Ji Mingzong sat on his knees and dug the soil frantically with his bare hands.
Chen Songyang has known him for nearly thirty years, and has never seen him lose his temper like this before.
His uneasiness and trembling now were worse than the winter time in England that year.
In the late winter of 2005, the two of them were sitting in his British residence chatting happily. After drinking half a glass of wine, he sarcastically said that he should not have been born in this world.
The grief is difficult to conceal.
While he was excited, he couldn't tell the sad events of those years in one sentence.
What virtue and ability could he have, so that all his relatives with the same blood stains all over the world would raise the same knife and point towards the same place.
He stood up and stood on the top of the mountain with blood stains step by step. He was respectfully called "Ji Dong". He originally thought that this embarrassment would disappear on its own.
But now, the grief is happening again.
But the object was changed to his wife and children.
The executioner will never stop killing just because you are stronger!
They just change direction.
Boom…………
A muffled thunder flashed, and the sky was split into cracks.
Chen Songyang abandoned Jin Gui and pulled at the soil on the other side until it bottomed out...
"Mingzong, there is no one."
"Mingzong!" Chen Songyang pulled up the man with scarlet eyes. Only when angry shouts rang out in the mountains and forests did Ji Mingzong come back to his senses.
It's like someone has taken away my soul and I can't find the direction to go home.
Before Chen Songyang could speak again, he turned around in panic and headed towards the Ji family manor.
In the manor, Ji Mingzong's people detained Ji's family, and the security guards in the yard fell one after another. Ji Hongyi tried to call the police with his cell phone, but Zhao Jiahuai took the cell phone away.
Lost not far away.
"Zhao Jiahuai, don't forget who I am."
"Mr. Ji, is it honorable to have something like this happen to the Ji family? Do you like to call the police so much? Why don't I invite the media to have tea?"
"The crime of paying to kill someone will make you miserable."
"Conviction in vain? Is this how Mr. Zhao manages the family business?" Ji Hongyi asked coldly. After all, he was the same generation as Zhao Jiahuai's father. When had it been his turn for a yellow-haired brat to act arrogantly in front of him?
"You didn't do it? Nor did anyone else?" Zhao Jiahuai's eyes fell on Deng Yi intentionally or unintentionally.
Someone next to me handed over my mobile phone. There were photos on it.
Zhao Jiahuai put his mobile phone in front of Deng Yi: "Ms. Deng, do you know this person?"
After all, Deng Yi has been through a lot of storms in recent years. It is impossible that he can't withstand even this storm. He glanced at the mobile phone in Zhao Jiahuai's hand and sneered coldly: "Just a passerby asking for directions, Mr. Zhao." Is this showing off? ”
This is the Zhao family! Each and every one of them is as evil as a thousand-year-old monster.
Sun's laughter sounded out of thin air: "Ms. Deng should know that when Director Ji comes over, I won't be so gentle."
As soon as Zhao Jiahuai's meaningful words came out, Deng Yi's face turned pale for a moment.
It's not like they haven't seen Ji Mingzong's methods before.
Once upon a time, everyone they sent to England would eventually report back, even though the report was mixed with the deliberate actions of some people.
The biting cold wind blew in from the courtyard, awakening Deng Yi's thoughts: "The old man's bones are not yet cold."
Bang————
Before she could finish her words, a man covered in mud stepped in and kicked her away.
Before the wailing ended, the man stretched out his hand to pinch her neck and pulled her towards him, with a fierce and terrifying tone: "Where is she?"
Poof——Deng Yi opened his mouth, and large mouthfuls of blood came out. The warm blood flowed down the back of Ji Mingzong's hand to his wrist. It was rare that the man who always disliked this group of people did not dodge away today. "Where are the people?"
"I don't know," Deng Yi said softly.
"Don't know?" Ji Mingzong's killing aura was like the King of Hell: "Deng Yi, while I still have some patience, you'd better tell the truth."
"Ji Mingzong, you are a broom star, don't you know? No one has expected your existence since you were born. Your family does not like you, and now your lover is also hurt because of your existence. When you question us, don’t you think about yourself?”
Bang——Ji Mingzong threw Deng Yi into the living room. The man in green cheongsam hit the sofa and fell down hard.
The sight of spitting blood at the mouth was miserable and terrifying.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Was that wrong?
Of course wrong!
No one can choose his birth. If he had a way to choose, he would never choose to be born in the Ji family.
"The perpetrators talk about evil things in a high-sounding way, that is, those who benefit from it stand on the commanding heights and blame those innocent people? Deng Yi, you are really cheap."
The man's expensive leather shoes were stained with mud, and when he stepped on Deng Yi's instep, the latter let out a miserable cry.
"If Ji Lan is even harmed in the slightest, I will make sure you live and die."
"She deserves to die. She enjoys my blessing and favor but tries to break away from my control to subvert the Ji family. She deserves to die!"
Ah————————
"How are you doing?"
"If you can't die, just break it!" It would be easier for her to break her leg.
"You said she was so well-behaved and her gossip irritated Director Ji!"
Chen Songyang said nothing and glanced at the bodyguards outside.
When his thoughts came back, his eyes were cold.
The Ji family was in turmoil, and within half an hour it spread throughout the streets of Beijing and Hong Kong. The news of the old man's death was concealed. Instead, the scandal of Deng Yi's cowardice was prevalent.
If you think about one piece of news, there will inevitably be new news.
It was already the end of December when the storm in the Ji family ended.
This winter wind of 2010 is bitingly cold.
The screams in the Ji family manor continued for days.
Like the sunset on the horizon, it stretches to the sea, extending infinitely as the clouds roll and relax.
Five years later.
"Mr. Meng, help me!"
Zhang Ying took the document and knocked on Meng Qinghe's door. He smiled like a young lady in a brothel and almost licked his lips: "This document urgently needs Director Ji's signature."
"Send it yourself," Meng Qinghe said impatiently, his fingertips falling on the keyboard without any intention of lifting up.
"I don't dare!" Zhang Ying was timid, always feeling that he was not far from losing his job.
After that winter, Ji Dong became more and more gloomy.
The taciturn figure is like a speechless Buddha standing in the Buddhist hall.
It's unpredictable and scary.
In 12 years, Zhang Ying's wife gave birth to a daughter.
This is a happy event.
But because of what happened to the Ji family two years ago, no one dared to mention it in front of Director Ji.
But there is no airtight wall in this world.
In the tea room, colleagues' chatter reached Dong Ji's ears.
In the afternoon of that day, Zhang Ying was transferred from the special assistant position and went to the branch to serve as the boss.
The sudden rise and fall, the unwarranted disaster fell on him, Zhang Ying was inexplicably relieved.