Chapter 250 My mother is coming soon!
In early December, Beijing-Hong Kong Resort’s first anniversary celebration event invited celebrities and film and television stars from all over the world to participate in the event.
Moreover, Ji Mingzong privately invited many investors, including many years of friends and shopping mall partners, on an unprecedented scale.
The entire planning department is revolving around this event.
In the conference room, a man sat at the front and listened to the employees below making reports. His fingertips were folded in front of him, and his slightly furrowed brows were like thick fog that could not be moved away. The newcomers who were reporting in front of him were speechless. It's not easy to say.
The secretary sat beside him and his eyes frequently fell on Ji Mingzong.
Finally, he had the courage to stand up, cross the table, lean over and whisper to the manager of the planning department: "Come on, Director Ji is very unhappy."
The manager of the planning department was sweating like rain. It’s not that he can’t do it.
It’s because he didn’t understand the content of PPT at all.
A person who has just returned from a week-long business trip entered the conference room before entering the office.
He didn't even have time to communicate with anyone.
Dong dong dong.
The man tapped his fingertips on the table.
The sharp eyes fell on the leading girl, her thin lips opened slightly, and her emotions were unclear: "Didn't you make the PPT?"
"I did it, Director Ji."
"Stuttering?"
"No, no," the little girl said tremblingly, casting her eyes on the manager beside her.
The latter quickly explained: "Dr. Ji."
"I'm asking you?" The man's hard words made people tremble all over.
The manager’s butt that had just been raised slowly fell down again. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense and solemn.
"Dr. Ji, I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous."
Buzzing.
The man's mobile phone placed on the table rang at the right time.
The leading girl stared at her cell phone, expecting him to answer it.
This way she can breathe a sigh of relief.
When her eyes were fixed on Director Ji, she saw that his eyes were still on her, and he picked up the phone with his other hand. His nonchalant look gave people the feeling that this call was not important.
Looking at her, she was frightened and felt that she would definitely die today.
Suddenly, the boss stood up, took his cell phone and strode out.
In an instant, the entire conference room, including the secretary, breathed a sigh of relief.
“Be well prepared and have a good plan. If you don’t want others to steal your limelight, make a report yourself.”
"Thank you, special assistant."
The advice from the famous people around the boss gave her great comfort.
Outside the conference room, Ji Mingzong just answered the phone.
Before I could speak, the sound of crying came from the other side.
For a moment, he felt a little irritated.
It took him a second to realize that when he had a child over four years old at home, the irritability in his bones was replaced by a soft heart.
"Xixi? What's wrong?"
"Dad! Where are you?"
Mr. Ji entered the office with a frown and his cell phone, sighing and talking. Go out at the same time: "I'm at the company. You get up and have breakfast and someone will send you here."
"Stop crying and be obedient."
"Dad." The little guy held his tongue and lay on the bed with his cell phone, crying more and more sadly.
"When will mom come over?"
"Call your mom," Ji Mingzong coaxed him.
What you failed to do yesterday does not mean you cannot do it today.
His purpose has always been simple. It just so happens that his son's request today is the same as his, so there is nothing wrong with using it.
At half past ten, the little guy finished crying with his biological father and then cried with his biological mother. Ji Lan happened to be sitting in the restaurant eating with Wen Dai and An Qin that day.
When I received a call from the little guy.
Before she could speak, a heartbreaking cry came from the other side.
Wen Dai hurriedly asked for the phone, and the sound of a soft baby came out.
Across the table, Ji Lan seemed to see Wen Dai coaxing the little guy to coax the lost self.
The little guy kept shouting at his grandmother, which made Wen Dai's heart soften. Ji Lan didn't say a word and hung up the phone.
Wen Dai then asked when she would get the child back.
Ji Lan expressed his ideological theory that Ji Mingzong was his biological father. He did not say when he would pick up the child, but he also made it clear that it was reasonable and legal to stay with Ji Mingzong.
Wen Dai felt quite uncomfortable hearing this: "Are you worried about me if you don't return to Beijing and Hong Kong?"
Ji Lan glanced at An Qin, saw that he blinked in recognition, and then said bluntly: "There is a part of the reason."
"Your dad is at home, if you want to go, just go."
" I went and I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“It’s the same with dad and I. Home is where your mother is. Xixi is pitiful to be alone in Beijing and Hong Kong, just like you."
"Okay!" An Qin reached out and patted her lower back in time to signal her. Don't say: "The old things are in the past. Let's live a good life in the future. Lanlan is still young."
"You're right," Wen Dai wiped her tears and tried to hold back her sadness.
Until the meal is over.
Until Ji Lan turned around and went upstairs.
A "ho" sounded suddenly downstairs, followed by Wen Dai's cry: "It's all my fault!"
An Qin hugged the person and comforted him softly: "Lan Lan It’s not your fault.”
"But I really blame myself." As a mother, she failed to protect her children. This was her dereliction of duty and an unforgivable mistake in her life.
Even if the child didn't blame her, how could she forgive herself.
"You! Think less, live a few more years, and don't cause trouble for your children."
"We can't fail to fulfill our nurturing obligations when we are young. When we are old, Wouldn’t it be a drag on the child?”
“Yes, yes, you are right,” Wen Dai nodded repeatedly.
When Ji Lan first met these two people, she found it difficult to accept them, especially when she saw Wen Dai's face that was very similar to hers. When An Ye said that they were her biological parents, she couldn't find any words to refute.
When I saw them, the trials and tribulations of my youth unfolded before my eyes, and those pains seemed to be mentioned again silently.
It was really hard for her to have any feelings for them.
And Wen Dai seemed to want to try her best to make up for her. At that time, she had just recovered from a turmoil, fled Ji's family, and left Beijing and Hong Kong wanting to make a clean break with the past.
I want to be free and quiet.
But unexpectedly, Wen Dai and An Qin appeared.
She wanted to leave, and she did.
Who would have thought that when she was arguing with Wendela at the airport, she watched her frothing at the mouth and fell in front of her. She, who was four or five months pregnant, was frightened when she saw this scene. Weak.
I found out later.
Wendai is a patient.
A patient who needs to take medicine for a long time and cannot stand any stimulation.
When An Qin knelt in front of her and begged her, she felt that her life was almost frozen.
On December 7, in the office of Beijing-Hong Kong Fengming Capital, Mr. Ji received a call saying that cross-border logistics was coming.
After I sent someone to sign for it, I found out that it was shipped from Nanyang.
The little guy sat on the sofa and shook his head triumphantly: "My mother will definitely be here soon!"
On December 8, Chen Songyang went to the detention center to see Xu Ying, but was rejected.
He asked someone to ask about the situation inside, and the person said: "It's very good. Miss Xu looks quite leisurely."
At that time, Chen Songyang was stunned: "Youran?"
"Yes!" the other party continued: "Someone gave her a few books a few days ago. She reads when she opens her eyes after eating, and goes to sleep when the lights are turned off. Her schedule is very regular."