Chapter 268 Remember to close the door next time
"How is Director Ji going to atone for his sins?"
Ji Lan's straightforward words sounded in front of him. He did not refuse to talk, but put his emotions on the surface.
"I reminded you, not only broken arms and legs are injuries, but blood and tears are not."
"Even if I didn't break my leg, you still think that me being buried alive is nothing compared to the five years of waiting for you, don't you? Director Ji, you insist on being selfish and arbitrary, and you will never put yourself in my shoes and look at the problem, even if Five years have passed and you are still like this.”
"Look, you regret it when I break my leg? Why do you have to wait until something irreversible happens to regret it? And every time these irreversible things happen to me."
"Am I going to die like this? Am I the heroine of a sadistic novel? Do you want to cut out my heart and liver to save your Bai Yueguang?"
"I don't have Bai Yueguang," Ji Mingzong interrupted her, his tone anxious as if he was worried that Ji Lan would disappear out of thin air in the next second: "Not anymore, not anymore, Lan Lan."
The man bent down slightly and looked at Ji Lan: "Give me a chance to make it up to you, okay."
"I beg you."
Ji Lan's chest rose and fell sharply, and it was difficult to respond to his words for a while.
"You tore off my fig leaf and tried to get me to give you a chance to change your ways. You were forcing me."
"Lanlan."
"That's enough! I don't want to hear it," an angry shout sounded, and Ji Lan stretched out his hand to push the person away.
Just when I wanted to turn around.
The cry of the little guy suddenly came from the crack in the door.
An Ye stood at the door at a loss, stunned and unable to recover for a while.
Should I say it or not, this unlucky child is really unlucky.
I happened to see my grandmother slit her wrists.
It finally got better, and when I came down from watching my grandma, I happened to see my parents quarreling.
There was no intentional element at all, it was all accidental.
The door opened and Ji Mingzong looked at the large and small people standing outside the door.
Directly directing his anger towards An Ye.
The latter pointed helplessly at the door: "Remember to close the door next time."
Not closing the door after a quarrel is a bad habit.
The two had just finished their quarrel. Ji Lan had no intention of coaxing anyone. He sat on the sofa and hugged the little guy to comfort him. There was a flash of indifference and impatience between his eyebrows where the little guy couldn't see him.
It was her responsibility to appease this and that.
But it happened that I had been holding back my anger for several days.
"I'll come."
Mr. Ji took her emotions into his eyes and reached out to take the little guy.
"Dad," the little guy cried, hugging Ji Mingzong's neck and coquettishly: "Don't quarrel."
"Okay, listen to Xixi."
"Be good, stop crying," he coaxed the child and diverted his attention: "I just went to see grandma. How is grandma?"
"Grandma is resting!"
"Then should we stop crying and wake up grandma later."
The little guy's choking sounds stopped instantly.
Seeing Ji Mingzong looking at him with his big wet eyes, the man kissed his face lovingly.
After the New Year's Day holiday, Ji Lan's condition improved.
An Qin and Wen Dai temporarily lived in the manor.
Ji Lan was trapped at home with an old man and a young child.
In the morning, before Ji Mingzong went out, he looked at Ji Lan and hesitated to speak. He seemed to have thousands of words, but when it came to his mouth, some words were difficult to say.
On January 5th, Ji Lan was dressed and ready to go out.
An also took a coat from her closet and put it on, sighing at Ji Mingzong's generosity.
Open the door of the private house and you will see the prosperous neighborhood.
In a city where every inch of land is at a premium, he built a private estate of over a thousand square meters here.
This shows how strong his financial resources are. "Going shopping?"
"Want to have a cup of coffee."
Jing He kept Mr. Ji's words in mind and stood aside and quickly informed: "If Miss An wants to drink coffee, there is some at home."
An also glanced at Jing He: "Can't you tell? She doesn't want to drink coffee! She just wants to go out and take a breath."
"It's also miserable. At the age of 25, he has a mentally ill mother, a son who can't live without her, and a terrible man in the middle. The most annoying thing is that these things happened to a cripple."
When Jing He heard An Ye's words, he was so frightened that he quickly stopped him: "Miss An!!!!"
If her husband heard this, she probably wouldn't be able to stay at home any longer.
"She's not wrong," Ji Lan wrapped herself in her coat, opened the door and went out.
During those few years of recovery, she once wanted to give up, but thanks to An Ye's bitchy mouth, he called her a cripple with a beautiful body and a weak mind every day.
If it weren't for her stimulation, she would probably be on crutches or in a wheelchair now.
It took seven or eight minutes to walk from the residential building to the courtyard entrance.
A side door opened next to the heavy iron door, and the two stepped out.
When the roar of people came, Ji Lan felt that the weight on his shoulders was being dragged down a bit by passers-by and tourists.
An Ye looked around curiously: "Which restaurant should I drink?"
"That one! It looks good."
The two of them crossed the street and walked to the cafe diagonally across the street, found a seat, sat down and ordered.
The warm winter sun was shining on her body, and An Ye squinted her eyes comfortably.
Like a blue cat basking in the afternoon sun: "That's great."
"There is no sun in Nanyang, how can you bask in it?"
"It's different! The climate in Nanyang is like my stagnant heart. I can't stir up any waves even if I toss it over and over. Unlike Beijing and Hong Kong, the four seasons are distinct. Winter looks forward to summer, and summer looks forward to winter."
"It's all fate."
When the coffee was served, Ji Lan crossed her arms and followed An Ye's example, leaning on the chair. There was a lot of people around her, and they emptied their minds of the incomplete garbage in the crowd.
Trying to make peace with the past.
But for a long time, until the coffee cooled down, Ji Lan failed to persuade himself.
The moment he stood up and looked back, he caught a glimpse of a brown figure standing across the street.
A long brown coat wrapped her thin figure.
Ji Rourou? ?
Is she still in Beijing and Hong Kong?
"Are you surprised to see me?" Ji Rourou approached with her bag in hand. The straps of her brown coat were tightly tied to outline her waist.
Ji Lan withdrew her stunned gaze: "It's hard not to be surprised."
"Fortunately, I did not participate in the Ji family's killing of you. Director Ji spared my life."
"Should I say congratulations?"
"Rather than looking forward to your congratulations, I look forward to you going to the mental hospital to see Deng Yi. She will be very happy to see you."
Ji Rourou broke away from the control of the Ji family and continued to stay in Beijing and Hong Kong. She sold the property that Deng Yi had given her and became a media worker.
It's not as prosperous and wealthy as the Ji family, but compared to her adoptive parents' family, it's already a step ahead of the class.
After they left, An also asked: "Who?"
"Deng Yi's biological daughter."
"I'm not even kissing you! Even my mother was sent to a mental hospital and I don't see how sad she is."
sad?
Doesn't exist.
Ji Rourou, like her, realized that she was just a pawn of the Ji family.
She picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.
Just as she was about to put down the cup, An Ye suddenly stood up and ran behind her.