Chapter 6: I was so attracted by her face that I lost my soul
After Ji Lan treated the wound, he was very sensible and did not stay long.
It was obvious that they had something to talk about, and while he was there, the atmosphere was relatively awkward.
As soon as the Gossip Girl left, Zhao Jiahuai relit the extinguished cigarette in his hand, took a puff, and cast his eyes leisurely on Ji Mingzong: "Isn't this the witch who picked you up in the bar last night?"
"Did you have a one-night stand?"
Ji Mingzong took a puff of cigarette without making a sound. His slightly curved back looked quite lonely against the backdrop of the ceiling lamp of the box.
Zhao Jiahuai persuaded him: "Let's forget it's just a matter of fun. The Ji family is not in peace recently. If you don't tell me that this little girl can't help you, she might even hinder you."
Ji Mingzong laughed, his smile was light and emotionless. He hooked his little finger to the ashtray and pressed the remaining half of the cigarette into it: "Are you afraid that I will lose?"
"in case."
"Nothing bad," Ji Mingzong took off his black custom-made suit, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and headed for the tea table beside him.
Silver Needle, produced in April, is a treasure among Qingming teas. After brewing, the tea soup is light yellow, fragrant and fragrant, sweet and fresh.
Ji Mingzong's slender fingertips wandered around the tea table, holding the teapot in one hand and resting it on the tea table with one hand. His broad back was slightly curved, with a bit of laziness and tiredness unique to those in power.
When the tea soup was poured into the cup, he picked up the cup and shook it.
Zhao Jiahuai stared at him: "Fuyuan Real Estate in Ji Mingda's hands has taken over the only piece of land in the west of the city. It is estimated that the next step will be to ask for money."
The man snorted coldly: "He dares to think about it."
Zhao Jiahuai squinted his eyes and took a puff of cigarette: "There was another strange thing recently. Deng Yi contacted the credit department manager of Hengli Bank and told them not to lend money to an entertainment company."
Ji Mingzong lowered his eyes slightly and asked casually: "What's your name?"
"I forgot," Zhao Jiahuai squinted his eyes slightly and thought for a moment: "A small entertainment company just released a relatively popular small online drama, I can't remember it."
Ji Mingzong took a sip of tea and looked down at his watch: "Ji Mingda and Ji Hongyi, please keep an eye on them."
"Yes," Zhao Jiahuai responded: "Don't worry!"
At eleven o'clock, Ji Lan guessed that it was almost time and it was time to leave.
When I went out, I found that the building was empty.
"Miss Ji didn't leave?" The waiter looked surprised when he saw her coming out.
Ji Lan frowned: "They left?"
"Yes! Been gone for a while."
Ji Lan laughed angrily, and he knew it was Ji Rourou's method without even thinking.
You can't get a cab at the Hilltop Golf Course, and you can't get a cab here at all.
Ji Lan stood in the yard, enjoying the April mountain breeze for a while, stamping his feet a little chilly, and took out his mobile phone to call Xu Ying.
"Where? The mountaintop golf course? Sister, I'm in the movie city! It takes two and a half hours to drive there."
Ji Lan sighed.
Xu Ying realized something was wrong: "Isn't it your stepsister plotting against you?"
"You are not a stepsister, that's the wrong word. She is a real daughter."
"You are really promising." You were bullied to the point where you couldn't stand upright by a daughter who was brought back from the mountains.
"Dudu——————," two horns sounded from behind. Ji Lan was startled suddenly. She turned around and saw a black Mercedes-Benz parked beside her. The back seat window was lowered, revealing the man's half-upright side. Yan.
Ji Mingzong's mood was calm: "Do you have a car?"
Ji Lan shook his head: "No."
"The driver will pick you up?"
Ji Lan shook his head again: "No."
"Get in the car," the man said in a low tone. Yan Hui unlocked the car and made a clicking sound. Ji Lan was so close that it was hard not to hear it.
Ji Lan didn't hold back and got into the car with her cell phone. Over there, Xu Ying hadn't hung up yet.
It's no wonder that Ji Lan has such a face, what kind of thousand-year-old demon can't be fascinated by it?
She continued chatting with people: "How is the loan going? If we don't have any money coming in, we will have to go to the northwest."
Ji Lan sighed slightly: "Come on, I'll get back to you later."
In the carriage, there was a faint scent of tea mixed with a light scent of tobacco, which was not that pleasant. "Excuse me." Ji Lan turned sideways, and the streetlight seemed to fall dimly on the man's chiseled silhouette, as attractive as a soul-calling flag.
Ji Lan was stunned for a moment.
Ji Mingzong said in a calm tone: "I still have something to do. I can't send you far, so I will put you down at Yamaguchi."
"Thank you, Mr. Ming."
"I just heard you call, do you want a loan?"
"Yeah," Ji Lan responded.
Ji Mingzong was not a nosy person in the past, but today, when he saw Ji Lan, he was fascinated by her face: "Is it hard to get off?"
"A bit," Ji Lan lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
"It shouldn't be difficult if you have mortgaged assets in your name. If the four major banks have strict requirements, you can go to a private bank. Or is it someone deliberately making things difficult?"
"That's right!" Deng Yi must have said hello in private, as he didn't want her to do so well and steal Ji Rourou's limelight.
After graduation, she invested in a small entertainment company with her friends. It was just starting to get off the ground, but when Ji Rourou came back, it ran into difficulties.
Both she and Xu Ying were blocked by the financial circle.
Xu Ying has a house worth tens of millions of dollars, but no one dares to lend it to them.
Ji Lan is in trouble.
"Has Hengli tried it?"
"Just got rejected on Friday."
Ji Mingzong wanted to say something, but his cell phone was vibrating in his suit pocket. It was probably the Ji family calling him back.
He took it out, took a look, turned off the screen, and told Yan Hui to speed up.
The car stopped at the mountain pass. Ji Lan knew that he had something to do. When he opened the door and got out of the car, he muttered awkwardly: "Mr. Ming, see you later."
Ji Mingzong twitched the corner of his lips until he was out of Ji Lan's sight. He pursed his thin lips tightly, tightened his jawline and threw the phone beside him: "Go back to Ji's house."
The black Mercedes-Benz blended into the night. Yan would step on the accelerator to 80 yards and drive straight to the Ji family manor.
When the heavy iron door opened, medical staff came in and out of the room. The old lady stood in front of the suite on the first floor, watching the nurses and doctors surrounding the bed, anxiously.
Meeting Ji Mingzong was like meeting his backbone. His old fingertips grasped his hand and trembled slightly: "Mingzong! What should you do with your father?"
"Didn't the doctor say that? Take good care of yourself, and it won't be a problem for three to five years. Just relax."
Ji Mingzong helped the old lady walk to the sofa and sat down, comforting her softly.
The old lady used her crutches, hunched her back, and sighed deeply: "As soon as the old man leaves, the Ji family will probably collapse."
"As long as I'm here, you can just relax and play with your flowers and plants at home, and don't think much about anything else."
A wealthy family is inseparable from struggle.
Ji Mingzong never felt that he was a special case.
He has a lot of the seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people, and even has them worse than others.
At half past twelve, the doctor came out of the room. When he took off his mask, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The old man is not in good health. Now he relies on money to survive. The mood swings should not be too great. Family members should think twice before speaking. Think again."
"Excuse me, today's business." Ji Mingzong sent people out and stood at the door, hesitating to speak.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ji, I will not tell anyone about today's incident, and neither will Mr. Ji."
"Thank you."
The man's posture was polite, humble and courteous, as if he were a wealthy aristocrat who stepped out of a storybook.
But in fact, the class divisions are clear at heart.
Before leaving, Yan Hui handed over a gift bag. The doctor didn't want to accept it, but when his eyes touched Ji Mingzong's deep gaze, he didn't dare not accept it.
It's not that he doesn't understand the principle of being restrained by others when you benefit from them. What the superior needs is a guarantee that he will shut up.
There have been some changes since Chapter 4, a little bit has been deleted from the previous chapter, and this chapter has continued
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