Chapter 256 He underestimated Ji Lan’s precautions
"You really think there is no other woman around Ji Mingzong?"
The first half of this dinner was relatively peaceful, but in the second half, Ji Lan was obviously distracted and absent-minded.
Zhang Fan noticed the clues and changed positions with the person holding the cup to come closer to her.
He asked softly as if biting his ear: "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing!"
"Just say whatever you want, don't hold it back," Zhang Fan advised her: "Xu Ying did it directly when she encountered people and things that didn't go well with her in Beijing and Hong Kong over the years."
In her words, Ji Lan ran away anyway. If the company can continue to work, it will continue. If it cannot continue, it will collapse.
With the mentality of breaking things, I have been on a smooth journey over the past five years.
Although Director Ji has contributed to this, if they were to make a mess, Director Ji would not be able to help them up.
Being tangled up in everything has no distinguishing effect other than troubling oneself.
"How is Director Ji's personal life lately?"
Zhang Fan: "What aspect are you asking about?"
Ji Lan pursed her lips.
The latter is clear.
"Love life?" Zhang Fan understood, and no one could believe that his ex-boyfriend would not find a girlfriend if he came back five years later: "Although I don't know, I can let people gossip about the young man in our company. He is quite capable of climbing walls and eating melons.”
Zhang Fan said and immediately sent a message to the company group.
Not long after, all the major melon-eating people came into battle.
After the dinner, Zhang Fan sent the compiled documents to Ji Lan.
"You see for yourself, there is no serious partner, but it is said that there are many old directors who match up with Director Ji, and some people even send their daughters to Director Ji to choose."
Ji Lan glanced at the document on her phone and was about to click on it.
Zhang Fan stood beside her and cleared his throat, looking into the distance.
From a distance, I saw Ji Mingzong standing next to the black Bentley, wearing a black coat that made his whole figure slim.
"This man is so damn handsome!"
Zhang Fan met Ji Mingzong several times, and every time they met, he always sighed, he was so handsome.
For a man to be so handsome can be regarded as the outrage of both humans and gods.
A male at the pinnacle of power can become a rare item even if he has half the appearance, let alone an extraordinary person like Ji Mingzong.
It is reasonable for women from all walks of life to miss him.
Ji Lan glanced at Zhang Fan in shock, and the latter touched his nose awkwardly: "I just sighed, sighed!"
"Without any wrongdoing, if you give me a man like Dong Ji, my life will be short."
A ruthless character who is three feet deep in ice. If you get close to him, you have to rely on your life if you don't rely on your ability.
"Have you been drinking?" She approached, and the faint smell of alcohol spread to Ji Mingzong's breath, and the man frowned unconsciously.
"A little bit," no one would be able to let go without a little drink at the wine table.
This is what Ji Ming taught her.
The man said nothing, his eyes darkened, and he nodded towards Zhang Fan as he opened the car door with his backhand.
As soon as the hero and heroine left, Yan Hui walked towards Zhang Fan.
"Mr. Zhang, Director Ji has arranged for the driver and driver to be waiting to take you back."
Do mature men behave so decently?
"That would be troublesome."
"It should."
The black Bentley drove towards the villa area.
Ji Lan leaned on the back seat, holding his head and looking out the window.
Ding Min's words were swirling in his mind.
"I met Ding Min at night."
"Yeah!" The man responded softly, obviously knowing.
"She said there is another woman around you. If so, can you."
Before Ji Lan could finish her words, the cold and wet eyes on her side were wrapped around her like a snake.
Even the humidity and coldness of the twelfth lunar month of winter could not compare to the freezing sight of Ji Mingzong at this time.
As the rear seat fender gradually rose, the man whispered: "Can it be anything?"
"Nothing."
"Can I let you go?" Ji Lan didn't say anything, but he could guess that her little side-stepping thoughts could be seen without going into details. Ji Lan didn't respond.
The silence was pulled away at this time, as if cold violence was torturing him.
Ji Mingzong was so angry that he reached out to grab Ji Lan's arm and pulled her to his eyes. He pinched her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Ji Lan, do you have no intention? You want me to let you go just by a few words from others? If I let you go, who will let me go?"
Angry shouts rang out in front of him, and Ji Lan reached out and grabbed his palm to escape.
The harder the prey struggles, the faster it often dies.
When Ji Mingzong's rough and heavy kiss came down, Ji Lan was like a fish stranded on the shore.
Makes it impossible to escape.
The oxygen taken away made her gradually lose the chance to breathe.
Just when he was about to reach out and slap him, Ji Mingzong used his skill to grab her waist and lift her to his knees.
Thin lips fall from the lips to the neck,
No mercy when biting her.
When the man's generous palm went from her back all the way down to her thighs.
The few remaining strands of rationality in Ji Lan's mind returned instantly.
She felt as if someone had poured cold water on her. She suddenly woke up from the cold, raised her hand and slapped the side of Ji Mingzong's face.
A sharp slap hit half of the man's head.
A person who suppresses his passion is like a struggling beast. He clasped Ji Lan's arm tightly, grinding his teeth and speaking word by word: "Ji Lan! I can't wait to strangle you to death."
Dong Dong Dong.
There was a knock on the door, and the man who was sitting on the dressing table in the guest bedroom slowly raised his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Sir asked me to give you hangover soup."
"I didn't drink too much," Ji Lan responded through the door panel.
Jing He didn't dare to turn around and called out to Miss An helplessly.
There was a vortex of storm downstairs, and it took a lot of courage for her to walk up from the living room with a murderous look.
If she was asked to go down with the bowl intact, she was afraid that she would have to pack up and leave tomorrow.
There was a rustling sound in the room. Ji Lan opened the door wearing long home clothes and took the soup bowl from Jing He's tray.
As the door opened and closed, the sound of smashing things could be heard downstairs.
Jing He was so frightened that he trembled.
Although she couldn't see anyone, she could feel the gloomy gaze of the man downstairs.
Like a awn on the back.
"Where's Xixi?"
"The young master is asleep, in the husband's bedroom."
"I got it," Ji Lan didn't have any more words, and closed the door so fast that Jing He just wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door.
The sound of locks falling was heard.
"Drink?"
"It's in," Jing He responded truthfully.
"I'm asking if you want to drink." Ji Mingzong's temper has been like a fickle season in recent years. The sunshine turns to clouds in a blink of an eye, making it difficult to resist.
"Sir." Jing He said tremblingly: "Miss An asked the young master."
After saying "young master", the man's gloomy expression improved for a moment.
Maybe I remembered that there was a child at home.
The man waved his hand and motioned for her to go down.
Jing He just turned around.
The voice behind me sounded again: "Find the key to the guest bedroom."
It was approaching two-thirty, Ji Mingzong was furious and opened the door with the key to the guest bedroom.
Gently push the door open and go in. The deliberately gentle footsteps and held breath show the owner's caution.
But obviously, he underestimated Ji Lan's precautions.
When the vase hit the ground with a thud behind the door.
What was torn apart was the already broken relationship between the two of them