Chapter 13 Mr. Ming doesn’t want to take me home on the way, does he?
Among wealthy families, it is not uncommon to see what is served.
Ji Lan had long expected this day. After all, people had been staring at her ever since she attended major events, wanting to see her fall off the stage.
But I didn't expect that when this day came, she would be unusually calm.
Looking at the daughter of the Xu family standing opposite, she twitched her lips and said, "I can't afford it, why don't you treat me? If you don't treat me, I won't be a fool. No one wants to listen to you."
After Ji Lan finished speaking, he passed her and followed the staff to go straight in. Xu Huan grabbed her arm: "Ji Lan, how does it feel to fall from the clouds? Isn't it very refreshing?"
"Want to know?" Ji Lan stretched out his hand to pull away her dog's paw and sneered: "If you want to know, try it yourself!"
"Perhaps the tide will turn and it will turn to you?"
"you"
"Oops!" Xu Ying came over and pushed Xu Huan away: "Is Ji Lan your mother? Will sticking to her give you milk?"
"Go back to your father before weaning. He should have no shortage of wives outside to give birth to his children."
Xu Ying made no secret of her impatient tone and ignored Xu Huan's anger and went upstairs. She was so angry that she stamped her feet downstairs.
After coming out of the spa and just changing places, the two of them separated at the entrance of the store.
He glanced at the dark sky and then decided to walk back.
It's not far from Jinmao Mansion, it takes about thirty minutes to walk along the road.
She turned along the tree-lined path and entered a street near Jinmao Mansion.
Passing by a dumpling shop, I saw the owner standing in front of the stove fishing for dumplings. He bent over and opened the curtain and asked the boss: "Boss, is there anything left to eat?"
The boss was a little embarrassed: "Yes, there are some, but not much. The fillings of the remaining dumplings are quite complicated."
"It's okay, I don't eat leeks, just give me the next bowl while you watch."
"Oh, okay," the boss said, not caring about anyone, and very happy to get what he deserved: "Except for the leeks, there are still a dozen left, I'll give them all to you, and I'm just about to close the stall."
"Thank you very much." Ji Lan glanced at the boss lady who was cleaning up, then looked at the small square table at the door: "Can I sit at the door?"
"able."
In 2010, Beijing and Hong Kong had just weathered the financial crisis in 2008. Companies that could not withstand the crisis were bankrupt, and companies that could withstand it were taking advantage of this wave to prepare for rectification.
The residential street adjacent to the CBD business district has always had various houses for rent and sale. In Ji Lan's impression, this street was a group of private villas a long time ago.
Nowadays, the door numbers of private houses under the shadow of the sycamore trees have been removed and replaced with No. xx Street xx.
Mysterious and hidden.
"The dumplings are ready," the boss brought the dumplings, and Ji Lan slowly looked away.
Stirring with his eyes lowered, the hot dumplings went in, and everyone felt more comfortable.
Just after eating a few mouthfuls, a call came in. When I saw Deng Yi's name hanging naked on the phone screen, I frowned and selectively ignored it.
"No answer?"
There was a sudden sound behind her, and Ji Lan looked up. When she saw the person, she was so frightened that the dumplings on the tip of her chopsticks shook, and they banged into the bowl. The splash of soup shocked her!
Ji Mingzong quickly pulled out the fingertips on the table and pressed them on the back of her hand. His tone was urgent: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to scare you."
"Why is Mr. Ming around here at this late hour?" Ji Lan wiped the soup from the back of his hand and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
"We were socializing nearby. I saw you just as I was about to leave. I wanted to come over and say hello." The man's tone was neither humble nor overbearing. He was afraid that Ji Lan wouldn't believe it. He glanced at Yan Hui, who was standing aside, and a man with his back to her. Man on the phone.
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a slicked back haircut, he looks like an elite.
"Didn't you have dinner tonight?" Ji Mingzong's tone was natural, as if he was chatting with an old friend.
The tone was calm, comparable to the spring breeze in April. "Yes," Ji Lan responded lightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a hint of imperceptible inquiry flashed in her eyes, and she asked again: "Mr. Ming is not in a hurry to go home?"
"No rush," Ji Mingzong heard Ji Lan's tentative inquiry and twitched the corners of his lips: "I will face an empty house when I go back."
Ji Lan: It's quite straightforward.
"Mr. Ming doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"No!" Ji Mingzong shook his head.
"Wife?"
"Not at all," Ji Mingzong looked at her with a smile, his warm smile wrapped around her: "Don't worry, Miss Ji, I am single and unmarried. I have no emotional entanglements and will not have any negative impact on you."
"Mr. Ming's superior conditions, even if he is single and unmarried, many people should care about him. If no one cares about him, Ming Ming." When Ji Lan said this, he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to speak: "Is there anything else hidden? "
Ji Mingzong thought of playing around, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, held it between his fingertips and waved it around: "For example?"
"That's a lot!" Ji Lan showed off.
"Ms. Ji, please explain in more detail, so Ming can give a more targeted answer," Ji Mingzong put his hands together to light a cigarette, and the lighter with the logo of the club was placed carelessly in front of her.
Ji Lan glanced down.
Clear eyes fell on Ji Mingzong's face, watching the man squinting his eyes slightly, holding a cigarette and puffing out mist, with a leisurely and noble posture.
You don’t need to think carefully to know that they are the group of people standing at the top of the pyramid.
"It's hard to tell!" Ji Lan stirred the dumplings in the bowl with his chopsticks, causing the heat to rise.
Ji Mingzong held a cigarette and wiped the ashes. He stood up and walked to the black Mercedes Benz on the side, opened the passenger seat, and came out with a gift bag in his hand.
Then he turned back and handed the gift bag in his hand to Ji Lan.
She looked at the person suspiciously.
The other party explained in a calm tone: "New tea sent by the partner. Thank you Miss Ji for letting me carpool last night."
"It's easy, Mr. Ming, there's no need to be so polite," Ji Lan refused.
"It's not an expensive gift. I'll feel uneasy if Miss Ji doesn't accept it." Ji Lan was silent and didn't speak, mentally weighing the weight of the man in front of him.
Xu Ying's words came to mind: Only a man who can be used by you can be considered a man, other than that, everyone else.
She has been in the Ji family for so many years, and the exchange of favors and courtesy is nothing more than building a bridge of interpersonal relationships for the other party.
The person in front of her took the initiative to hand over the ladder, and she had no reason not to accept it.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Ming."
When Ji Mingzong saw someone picking him up, the smile on his lips deepened: "Are you driving? I'll see you off?"
"Live nearby! No need to worry about it, Mr. Ming."
"You don't live in Jinmao Bay anymore?"
Ji Lan: "Change!"
"It seems that Miss Ji has a lot of real estate," Ji Mingzong responded with a leisurely smile, trying to take off Ji Lan's guard.
"No, so many people are at home all over the world." Ji Lan put down the chopsticks in his hand, took out a tissue and wiped his lips, looked at Ji Mingzong, and blocked his way: "Mr. Ming didn't want to take me home on the way, did he? ?”
Ji Mingzong's hand holding the cigarette shook:
(End of this chapter)