Chapter 4 Jing A: J9999
"How much? Thirty-six million, Ji Xian, you know how to pick a place."
Asking him to pick out a house for Ji Lan, he went directly to the top floor of Jinmao Mansion.
It’s not expensive, so don’t look at it, right?
Ji Xian didn't take it seriously. He held a cigarette between his fingertips and hooked the ashtray over with his tail finger to light the ash: "Mom, things are not done properly at this time, but it must be done according to the truth. If the rumors reach the ears of my grandparents, do you think my father’s life will be better?”
"After so many years of love, now that my biological sister is back, I have acted out the drama for more than 20 years, and I am not short of the price of this house."
Deng Yi felt distressed: "You said it lightly."
"Then what's going on?" Ji Xian took a puff of cigarette and took away the flirtatious attitude towards Ji Lan during the day. He looked at Deng Yi seriously: "I'm going to retreat? I'll have people point at your spine and say you crossed the river and burned down the bridge, dear." Will you kick your adopted daughter out when your daughter comes back? "
Deng Yi was so angry that his breath was unsteady.
Ji Xian was lazily leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding his phone and fiddling with something on the screen.
Ji Lan, who had just parked the car, saw a message coming in on her phone. She clicked on it and looked at it: "Get out, don't come in."
She understood and quietly walked out of the yard with her cell phone.
Standing outside Ji's courtyard, looking at the "Arabian Nights" all over the wall, I was lost in thought.
This Arabian Nights plant was transplanted by Deng Yi when she was five years old. When she was little, Deng Yi held her hand and pointed to this rare rose and asked her: "Lanlan knows what this flower is called." ”
She shook her head.
Deng Yi told her: "This is a fantasy."
As a child, Ji Lan looked up at her curiously: "Mom, what is a fantasy?"
Deng Yi smiled peacefully: "You will know when you grow up."
Now, Ji Lan understands that it is simply a fantasy for the ugly duckling to live the life of Snow White.
Early April is the flowering period of roses.
The roses all over the wall are in brilliant red.
Ji Lan tightened her fingertips hanging by her side slightly, walked to the flower wall, plucked out the competing flowers one by one and threw them to the ground.
Like venting anger.
Yan Hui drove by Linhu Villa to return to Jijia Manor.
When the car was driving outside the community, I saw a girl in a white skirt standing in front of the flower garden, grabbing flowers as if to vent her anger. "Sir, this is not."
Ji Mingzong's eyes followed Yan Hui's gaze to the window. When he first saw this witch, his brows trembled slightly.
White skirt, red rose, somewhat weird.
From the back seat, the man said three words forcefully: "Honk!"
Dudu——The rapid sound of the horn sounded, startling Ji Lan.
The moment he turned his head, a Rolls-Royce with Beijing A: J9999 slowly passed by.
This car is the main car of the Ji family. Even if Ji Lan has never ridden in it, he knows what this car means to the Ji family. Ji Hongyi dreams of becoming the owner of this car.
It symbolizes the identity of the speaker of the Ji family.
It is also an unshakable position in Beijing and Hong Kong.
No matter what the status of the powerful or the superior, it is a mountain that is difficult for ordinary people to cross.
The head of the Ji family exists beyond the mountains.
"What are you looking at?" Ji Lan didn't even have time to look back.
Ji Xian patted her shoulder from behind.
"Nothing," she slowly looked away: "Are you done talking?"
Ji Xian took out a check from his pocket, held it between his fingertips and shook it: "There's nothing that brother can't handle."
"Take you out to have some fun and relax."
There was no bar or club in Beijing or Hong Kong that Ji Xian didn't know about. She took Ji Lan and drove along the road to the top of the Panshan Highway in the west of the city. Luxury cars gathered at the entrance of the open-air golf course.
As soon as the two got out of the car, the helicopter hovering overhead landed on the top floor.
Ji Lan didn't think much about it. As Ji Xian entered, in the golf hall, young men in sportswear were lazily leaning on the side with clubs in hand, looking at the two people swinging in front of the stage.
"Hey, brother Xian is here? Is your fake sister here too? Look, Mr. Xu is teaching your real sister how to swing the ball step by step!"
(End of chapter)