Chapter 253 Do you want your child to always be known as an illegitimate child?
Five years later, the words "step by step" are no longer suitable for today's Ji Mingzong.
What was safe and casual five years ago has become straightforward now.
When are you going to get your certificate?
I landed yesterday and received my certificate today. This speed is indeed comparable to taking a rocket into space.
Ji Lan wanted to consider it, which was naturally reasonable, but in Ji Mingzong's eyes, this consideration became shirk and hesitation
The sound of the clinking ladles stopped before his eyes. Mr. Ji's tone was calm, but he could not hide his displeasure: "You want your child to always be known as an illegitimate child?"
"I didn't mean that."
Mr. Ji put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Ji Lan, the anger deep in his chest difficult to conceal.
The sentence "What does that mean?" was stuck in my throat and I couldn't get it out.
Yes, because he is in such a mood right now.
She didn't come out because she was afraid that her strong and domineering attitude would make her shrink back again.
Look! How capable is Ji Lan?
It was obvious that he was the victim.
He was also the one who gave in.
After a moment of silence, the man pretended to understand you and said, "You can tell me if you have any worries."
Ji Lan was stunned. When she raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were obviously in disbelief.
When did he.
"Let Xu Ying go first."
"Jilan, at least in my memory, I have never broken my promise to you," a forbearing sigh emanated from his chest, and Ji Mingzong continued: "As for Xu Ying, I have never thought about not letting her Come out.”
"What do you mean?"
"You'll know after you go and see it," he didn't want to say more.
In Ji Lan's eyes, his beginning was wrong, and all the good things he did later were wrong.
He lowered his head because he had other plans.
He hesitated because he didn't expect enough.
His kind words are profitable.
Nothing good anyway.
"Let Yan Hui send you there."
In the morning, the little guy woke up and went downstairs, but Ji Mingzong was no longer around.
He rubbed his eyes and climbed up Ji Lan's legs, hugged her neck and nuzzled her like a puppy: "Mom, where is dad?"
"Going to the company."
"Oh," the little guy said lazily: "Then why didn't you take me with you?"
Ji Lan didn't respond, but instead hugged the little guy tightly: "I want to see my godmother, will you go?"
"Go!!!"
In about half an hour, the two of them packed up and got ready to go out.
When Ji Lan held the little guy's hand and prepared to get into the car, Yan Hui thought to himself that his guess was indeed correct.
He walked towards Ji Lan and wanted to call someone, so he opened his mouth and didn't know what to call for a moment.
Miss Ji?
Miss Song?
Miss An?
Or the wife?
It’s so confusing!
"Is something wrong?"
"The gentleman said that he does not recommend that you take Xixi to see Miss Xu." The implication is that the detention center is not a good place.
The journey is long and the weather is freezing.
Again! Unlucky.
Ji Lan glanced at the little guy.
Beijing and Hong Kong have four distinct seasons, and the winter is very cold. Even if she is wrapped in a thick down jacket, the little guy is also wearing thick clothes and wears a hat with rabbit ears. The tips of the ears are hung with fur, and they sway when the wind blows. , looks tender and cute.
"Mom!"
"Are you going to find your dad?" Ji Lan asked.
The little guy held his tongue and was a little unhappy: "Can you apply to your father and say that I want to go?"
Ji Lan glanced at Yan Hui and said, "Apply yourself." "Mom!" The little guy's voice was soft, and he shouted with joy.
But this trick didn't work in front of Ji Lan. It was better to deceive others than to deceive his own mother.
"Get in the car first," Ji Lan picked up his hat and threw the person into the car. He looked rudely and saw that it was his mother.
"Send the young master to the company first, and then I'll send you to the detention center. What do you think?"
"Yes," Ji Lan responded. Seeing Yan Hui's embarrassment in calling you one after another, he added, "Just call me An Lan."
"Okay, okay!" Yan Hui said three words in a row, and it was obvious that he was very grateful to her for speaking.
At nine-thirty-five, the car parked in the parking lot. Yan Hui unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car when he glanced at Ji Lan. The deep meaning in his eyes was immediately obvious.
He was asking her openly if he could go up.
"Send it up and come down as soon as possible," Ji Lan spoke first.
Yan Hui choked up and didn't say much. As a working man, he really didn't dare to speculate too much on the love stories of these elites.
It sounds thrilling, but the aftertaste is too brain-consuming.
It kept him awake all night long.
He took the little guy's hand into the elevator and took him to the door of Ji Mingzong's office.
"Where is she?" When Ji Mingzong saw that the little guy was missing Ji Lan, he said two words concisely.
Yan Hui: "Downstairs."
The man's brows were furrowed, and his face was filled with anger.
Everyone is downstairs. If you don’t come up, what are you afraid of?
"Go down and send people over for lunch."
"Yes!"
At half past ten, Yan Hui drove towards the suburban detention center at high speed, always remembering Mr. Ji's instructions for lunch.
Try to get people there as early as possible.
At 10:35, I watched Ji Lan enter the detention center.
During this period, I checked my phone almost every five minutes.
"Sun! Have you used any high technology recently? Why is there no trace of giving birth to a child?"
Five years later, when the sisters met each other, the first words they spoke were not whether you were doing well or not, but a curse word after careful consideration.
Ji Lan suddenly stopped laughing, and all the explanations he had thought about on the way here suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Close relatives and friends, even if they haven't seen each other for many years, will still be the same when they meet again.
"I don't have much objection to you running away, but if you live forever behind my back, then I will dig your ancestral grave."
"There will be some projects, but not many," Ji Lan responded truthfully.
"Take me to do it!!!!"
"Okay!"
Xu Ying leaned on the back of the chair, looking at Ji Lan inside and out, wanting to pull her up and lift her clothes to see her figure.
"Hey! If there wasn't surveillance here, I really want to gossip with you."
"Whose?"
"It's too much. In the past five years, those who should have cheated have cheated, those who should have had mistresses have had mistresses, and those who have had four marriages have had four marriages. That's Editor Zhang, who is famous for loving his wives, you know that, right?"
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"Huh?" Ji Lan responded.
"Now that we have a mistress, we see him talking on the phone and chatting with his wife in front of us to show his affection. In the end, privately, all the mistresses he has raised live in the same unit building."
A short meeting of one hour.
Eight hundred people were ruined in Xu Ying's mouth.
Ji Lan didn't ask anything, just listened to the gossip and heard about indigestion.
The visiting time was originally one hour, but when the time came, the staff standing at the door was reluctant to let them end the meeting.
Choosing a struggle between law and curiosity: "What to do? The time has come."
"Listen to this gossip first."
"After listening, you have to go and urge me. Otherwise, you will be scolded by the leader."
"No wonder people on the Internet say that film and television companies have a lot of materials. If you just throw out what she said, it would be enough for the media to make a lot of money."