Chapter 5 Sir, what is your surname?
The people gathered around heard the sound and slowly dispersed.
Ji Lan saw at a glance that Xu Qian was holding Ji Rourou half-armed and teaching her how to swing.
His face was calm, but Ji Xian snorted: "Master Xu, you have had enough of delicacies from the mountains and seas. Do you want some whole grains?"
Xu Qian heard Ji Xian's teasing, let go of Ji Rourou's hand, slowly straightened up and looked at him: "Experts have said, eat more whole grains to keep fit."
At this point, his eyes glanced at Ji Lan, with contempt: "On the contrary, eating too many prepared dishes is harmful to the body."
"Master Yan said, didn't he?"
The Yanzhuang who was named fell on Ji Lan and stared at him for four or five seconds without any unnecessary response.
He slowly turned around and walked to the side, signaled the waiter to release the ball, swung his golf club and made a hole-in-one.
Instantly, the audience burst into applause.
A sharp roar broke through the eardrums.
"Sister, your ex-fiancé is very powerful!" Ji Rourou clapped and came to Ji Lan's side: "But what a pity! Such a good fiancé will be mine soon."
"Did you hear that? The men who were stunned by your beauty yesterday laughed at you today as a prepared dish."
"Are you proud to be remembered?" Ji Lan said sarcastically. When his indifferent eyes swept over her, there was a silent oppression that made Ji Rourou tremble.
"It's better than being rejected, right?"
"It's better to be disliked than to be missed by trash. Birds of a feather flock together," Ji Lan took a step back to distance herself from Ji Rourou as if in disgust.
The latter became angry and picked up the club to hit her.
I glanced around with my peripheral vision and saw everyone looking at this side with expressions of watching a good show. The hands hanging by their sides slowly tightened, holding back their anger.
"Let's go, change clothes." Ji Xian pushed his way out from the group of young men, put his arm around Ji Lan's shoulders and led her into the dressing room.
The two separated at the corner, and Ji Lan just wanted to open the door and go in.
Someone grabbed his arm: "Lan Lan."
"Master Yan, is there something wrong?"
Yanzhuang looked at her with an embarrassed look on his face: "I will work hard to get the marriage partner, just wait for me."
"Waiting for you to persuade your parents? Or waiting for you to take the position of the leader of the banquet family?" Ji Lan tilted her head and looked at him, her curved eyebrows had a somewhat round and classic temperament, but she had a slim figure. .
The figure is curvy, soft and pleasant.
Like a fine South Sea pearl.
Someone once commented on Ji Lan's appearance, and just two words were unanimously recognized by everyone present.
"Wealth"
The appearance of a typical rich lady.
But everyone knows that she is the adopted daughter of the Ji family, and the Ji family has never given up looking for the real daughter in the past twenty years.
"Young Master Yan asked me to wait for you, and at the same time he was flirting with Ji Rourou. Do you want to eat from the bowl and look at the pot? Or do you want to enjoy the blessings of everyone?"
Yanzhuang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He looked at Ji Lan with eager eyes: "What I love most is you. It was you before and it will be you in the future." "Love me? Those who love me still love Ji Lan behind me." Home? If I were kicked out of the house by the Ji family, would you still love me?"
Ji Lan pressed him and gave him no chance to argue.
"Why do you miss me so much?" Yanzhuang looked at Ji Lan with an expression of disbelief. The person in front of him was no longer the gentle and considerate Ji Lan before: "Don't you have any feelings for me after we have been together for so long? "
"They are all chess pieces of the family. What's the point of loving or not?" Ji Lan said, glancing behind him, curling her lips and smiling coldly: "Master Yan, do you want to look back?"
Yanzhuang looked back along Ji Lan's line of sight and saw Ji Rourou standing at the door.
My back felt numb.
"Rourou?"
"I didn't expect Mr. Yan to have such deep affection for my sister. How about I go back and talk to my family?"
Ji Lan leaned against the door with his arms folded, and nodded coquettishly: "Young Master Yan must be very happy."
When Ji Rourou heard Ji Lan's words, she seemed to be stabbed. She dropped the wine glass in her hand at Ji Lan's feet, glared at the banquet hall, and turned around to leave angrily.
Yanzhuang wanted to catch up, but looked at Ji Lan with some embarrassment.
Ji Lan choked: "Young Master Yan, let's catch up! After all, the Yan family can't live without the Ji family."
As soon as the two left, Ji Lan tugged at the hem of her skirt, looked at her bleeding calf, and cursed.
Lamely, he pushed open the bathroom door to the side.
When he pulled out a tissue and prepared to cover the wound, a low, cold and very familiar voice came from behind him: "Don't you want your leg?"
Ji Lan suddenly raised his head and looked at the person standing behind him through the mirror, as if he had seen a ghost.
The man's back was facing the light, his appearance was dark and gloomy, his cold eyes fell on her, he looked at her with his mouth in his mouth, raised his hand to light a cigarette ashes on the marble table above the trash can, and said in a serious tone: "Don't you know her?"
"Brother Finger?" Something flashed through Ji Lan's mind.
So what happened last night was true?
When Ji Mingzong heard this adjective, the hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and his dark eyes fell on her, full of oppression: "Follow me."
The two entered a private lounge, where four men in suits and ties were sitting. They didn't look like they were here to play ball, but more like they were looking for a convenient place to drink tea. They saw Ji Mingzong coming in with someone, or stopping to watch. Either he stopped smoking or drinking tea on his cell phone, and all his eyes fell on Ji Lan, exploring and sizing him up.
"Let the doctor come up," the man said in a cold voice, raised his hand to take a puff of cigarette, walked to the coffee table, leaned over and lit the ash in the ashtray.
The waiter understood and quickly brought people in.
Ji Lan sat on the sofa, looking at the four people looking at him across from each other, making eye contact, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.
Force yourself to find a topic to talk about: "What's your surname, sir?"
Ji Mingzong froze slightly as he bent down to light the cigarette. He looked sideways at Ji Lan. The dim spotlights in the box fell down, hiding the flash of calculation in the man's eyes.
Ji Lan only heard him slowly say one word: "Ming."
"Mr. Ming."
"Mingzong," the man corrected her.
(End of chapter)