Chapter 252 When are you going to get the certificate from me?
At nine-thirty, the plane taxied onto the runway.
Ji Lan pushed open the sun visor and looked out the window.
Five years is more than enough time for a city to rise rapidly.
What's more, it's a financial metropolis like Beijing and Hong Kong.
Ji Lan got off the plane with her bag and walked out along the corridor, lowering her head to send a message to Wen Dai.
A crisp mother's voice came from not far away.
The little guy rushed over quickly to hug her thigh, and Ji Lan subconsciously turned away.
He reached out and grabbed the little guy's down jacket to prevent him from falling.
Not far away, Mr. Ji frowned slightly when he saw this, for the second time.
"Dad is here too!" The little guy pointed to Ji Mingzong not far away: "Dad is very good to me, and he will sleep with me at night."
"Mr. Ji!" Ji Lan's official and polite call made Ji Mingzong's hand stretched out to carry her bag pause in the air.
There was a slight silence, and he took his hand back with a cold face.
He glanced at him with cold eyes, turned around and strode away.
The little guy looked at Ji Lan and then at Ji Mingzong.
He took Ji Lan's hand and pulled it slightly: "Dad is angry."
"Mom, Dad is angry."
Say important things twice?
Ji Lan let go of the little guy's hand: "Go and coax him."
"Dad is angry because of mom!"
"What's going on? A mother's debt must be paid by her son! You go."
The little guy held his tongue.
Walking all the way to the luggage area, Ji Mingzong saw that the two people behind him did not follow him. When he looked back, he only saw the mother and son muttering about something, and he was like an outsider, holding his breath in his heart. Can't go down.
The aura around his body seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost.
"What are you mumbling about?" A cold and angry voice sounded, causing people coming and going at the airport to stop and watch.
Fengming Capital has vigorously developed branches in recent years. The companies are spread all over the country, and there are countless CEOs traveling outside every day.
And this day, what a coincidence.
The subordinates also took Jilan's flight to Beijing and Hong Kong. Hearing the angry shouts far away, the boss passing by was frightened and his heart trembled.
Director Ji?
"Why did I hear Director Ji's voice?"
"I heard it too."
"I suspect I suffered stress trauma from someone yelling at me!!!"
"Don't doubt it," the colleague looked ahead and said, "It's Director Ji."
In the crowd, the man stood tall and tall in a crisp suit. He stood in the crowd with a cold and domineering attitude, causing people passing by to glance sideways unconsciously.
Being young, in good shape, and having good manners doesn't mean anything.
But if these conditions are imposed on a market overlord whose worth is a mystery, he will be a top-notch existence.
Before Mr. Ji's angry shouts could be answered, Ji Lan's eyes moved to his side.
Following her line of sight, what he saw at first sight was the manager of Fengming Capital Project Department standing not far away with his secretary and subordinates looking at him like quails.
Seeing him looking away, bending at 90 degrees in a respectful manner like a gangster, he called out to Director Ji.
This atmosphere is weird and hard to look at.
Even though they were far apart, Ji Mingzong did not ignore Ji Lan's raised lips.
At eleven o'clock sharp, the car stopped at the villa.
She knew this building.
It is said that it was the residence of the richest man in Beijing and Hong Kong. Later, he fled overseas during the war.
Forty or fifty years later, the children reorganized the family business and put the house up for auction, but it was not sold for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Ji Mingzong took it away.
"Miss Lan!!!" Jing He was happy when he saw the person, and hurriedly came over to greet her: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, it's time to come back."
"Grandma, my mother is very tired and needs to rest," the little guy rescued Ji Lan's hand from Jing He like an adult. Jing He nervously retracted his hand: "Yes, yes, I'll arrange the room."
"No, sleep in the master bedroom," Ji Mingzong interrupted her.
Ji Lan pursed her thin lips: "Clean up a guest room!"
The man took off his coat and glanced at Jing He, who wisely took the little guy away.
The large living room is decorated in gray, white and black tones, and every detail reveals her aesthetics and preferences from five years ago.
Ji Mingzong took the watch and put it on the tray at the door, his voice clear and clear: "What do you mean?"
Ji Lan: "I'm used to sleeping alone."
"Then get used to sleeping with two people," Mr. Ji continued sharply: "Ji Lan, I came all the way to get you back, not to let you be a guest."
The majestic, cold and angry tone made Ji Lan unable to breathe.
She looked at Ji Mingzong, unable to look directly at the anger between his brows and eyes.
"season"
"Dad, you can't force girls!" Upstairs, the little guy squatted between the railings, holding the pillar with his hands and sticking his head out to look at him: "Mom just came back and she is not used to it. If dad needs someone to accompany him, I can Stay with Dad! ”
"Jing He!" Although he was still angry, Jing He's voice hindered the little guy's presence and restrained his emotions a bit.
If it were normal, it would not be difficult for Ji Lan to imagine how angry he would be.
"Dad, I am a child, not a fool! I know everything."
Ji Mingzong:
Jing He stood at a loss behind him. This little guy was so clever and clever.
Everyone in the room looked bad, except Ji Lan
How else can we say he is his biological son?
In the guest bedroom, Ji Lan put the luggage away and was about to squat down to open the suitcase.
The little guy sat on the floor and helped her open the suitcase.
"Mom, I am awesome!"
"Awesome, my son is awesome," Ji Lan rubbed the little guy's head.
The little guy helped her carry her clothes to the bed.
"My dad is a butcher with a sharp mouth and a dirty heart"
Ji Lan was accustomed to correcting him: "A sharp mouth and a soft heart."
"That's right, that's right. He has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He can't do anything to me when I act coquettishly. Mom, you should learn from this."
In the middle of the night, when Ji Mingzong returned to the bedroom, the little guy had already fallen asleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it for a while,
Then he got up and headed towards the guest room.
When your fingertips fall on the door handle and you want to unscrew the door.
There was a snapping sound and the lock clicked.
Locked?
Good, good, guard against him! ! !
The more you live, the more capable you become.
In the bedroom, Ji Lan heard the sound and looked up at the door.
There was a dim lamp on the bedside table, and she was bending over to rub her legs with essential oil.
He looked up at the door.
Even the breathing stopped.
Late at night, separated by a door, the two of them had different thoughts.
When they reunited under the same roof for the night after five years, Ji Lan's avoidance and Ji Mingzong's anger already showed the unfamiliarity of their relationship.
On the morning of November 11th, the two of them were sitting at the dining table.
Jing He waved his hand and told the servant to leave.
The sound of ladles colliding with tableware came from the two people's dining movements from time to time.
"Want to go out?"
"Go and see Xu Ying," Ji Lan said bluntly. At this point, she paused, looked at the person in front of her, and continued: "When are you going to release her?"
"Whenever you are ready to get the certificate from me, I will release her."