Chapter 21 Miss Ji, is she trying to hit me with her face?
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Ji Lan left the Beijing-Hong Kong Club.
Having just finished accompanying Jiang Shaoding from upstairs, he entered the elevator half drunk and half awake.
It didn't end so quickly. Xu Ying had good eyesight and found a hostess to give some money and asked her to take Jiang Shaoding away as soon as possible.
This was how they got away.
Otherwise, during this long night, I don’t know when my return date will be.
The elevator door opened, and a group of boys and girls squeezed into the elevator. They heard whispers around them, and the people who were leaning against the elevator wall with their eyes closed slowly opened their eyes.
Seeing the group of people who celebrated Banzhuang's birthday last night standing next to her, they were commenting on her and wanted to demote her to nothing.
"Ji Lan, after being kicked out of the Ji family, you ended up hanging out drinking, right? You look like you've been drinking too much."
Ji Lan raised his eyelids slightly: "Yes, I drank with your father, and I plan to go to your house to be your stepmother."
"You" Xu Huan choked in anger: "You really don't have any tutoring at all."
Ji Lan drank too much, felt dizzy and angry, and happened to meet the idiot who came to him: "You have a tutor, and your tutor teaches you to arrange things behind others' backs?"
"It seems like your tutor isn't that good either."
"Ji Lan, why are you talking to me like this?" The other party was so arrogant that he took a step forward and said, "Don't forget, you are just an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family. I heard that you are stuck with Xu Ying's studio. The investment has been made, don’t waste your budget on drinking wine before your late emperor started your business!”
Muffled laughter sounded all around.
Among this group of people, only Xu Huan dared to be tough with her.
Ji Lan glanced at the person lazily: "It's better for me to drink and spend all your budget than for you to use your family's living expenses to go out and play with men!"
"Xu Huan, you are really capable, don't let others raise you! It's like being a man when you come out to raise money. You raised the AB round. It seems you don't have much ability!"
The elevator stopped at the first floor below, and Ji Lan pushed aside the crowd first and got out.
As soon as she got out of the elevator hall, she turned a corner and bumped into the man's broad back. The pain was so painful that she held her nose and shed tears.
"Miss Ji, are you trying to hit me with your face?"
Mingzong?
Ji Lan heard the sound and raised his head in shock. The half-drunk man was instantly frightened awake.
"Why are you here?"
"Social entertainment," Ji Mingzong looked around at everyone: "Miss Ji too?"
"That's right!" Ji Lan turned his face slightly, and there was a trace of blood spreading on the fingertips covering his nose.
Ji Mingzong stretched out his hand to pull open her palm, and what he saw was two streaks of bright red blood running along her thin lips, from her chin to the turtleneck sweater.
The man felt nervous, took out his handkerchief, covered her nose with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other.
"Look up."
Ji Lan had a faint feeling of death: "If you raise your head, you will die!"
"Nonsense," the man scolded.
Ji Lan waved his hand away, covering the handkerchief with his head slightly bent, not wanting to die in his hands.
It was more uncomfortable for her to die at the hands of her gun buddies than to die at the hands of Deng Yi.
Ji Mingzong: "So, you have a history of sexually transmitted diseases?"
Otherwise, how could you handle it so skillfully?
"Mr. Ming, don't try to evade the responsibility of the perpetrator."
"You blame me for bumping into him?" Ji Mingzong laughed angrily. When he saw Yan Hui driving up, he reached out and grabbed Ji Lan's arm and led him to the car.
When the black Maybach logo appeared in front of him, Ji Lan glanced sideways at the person.
So that black Mercedes-Benz GLC is one of his many cars?
When the nosebleed stopped, she wiped her face with a handkerchief.
Some marks were firmly stuck on her face and could not be wiped off. The force in her hands was so strong that her whole face turned red.
The person next to her couldn't see it and reached out to grab her wrist: "Go back and wash it. If you rub it again, the skin will peel off."
"Mr. Ming and Mr. Zhao are friends?" Ji Lan folded the bloody handkerchief and held it in his palm.
Ji Mingzong probably knew what she wanted to say. But still pretending not to understand: "Who is Mr. Zhao?"
"Zhao Jiahuai."
The man leaned back on the seat with a loose posture: "That's right."
"Mr. Ming, you must have heard about me being embarrassed, right?"
"No," the man took out a pack of cigarettes from the door, opened the cigarette case and smoked out, "Miss Ji, tell me."
Ji Lan looked at him, wondering how true or false this man's words were.
I don’t know if it’s because of his superb acting skills or because his rank is so low that I can’t tell any clues.
Others say that he is just a helper.
She said that the meaning of asking for something from him was completely different.
But now, she can't afford to lose.
As long as you can get what you want, there's no harm in showing off your face?
Ji Lan told Jiang Shaoding what happened.
The man held a cigarette and played with it in his hands. After Ji Lan finished speaking, he nodded in an extremely gentlemanly manner and responded: "Miss Ji, you want me to help?"
"If Mr. Ming doesn't have this ability, forget it. It won't be difficult."
As soon as Ji Lan said this, Yan Hui lost his mind for a moment. He did not avoid the sunken manhole cover on the road, and the chassis made a clanking sound.
Ji Lan accidentally glanced at him.
Capture the panic in people's eyes.
This driver, you can tell by his posture, is not someone who comes from an ordinary place. He is so rigorous that he still makes such a subtle mistake. He must be distracted.
"How to provoke generals?" Ji Mingzong took advantage of Ji Lan to turn his head to look at Yan Hui, his eyes were slightly cold.
"Mr. Ming knows that I have always been considerate."
Ji Mingzong held a cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it. Hearing Ji Lan's words, he stopped lighting the cigarette halfway: "Be considerate?"
When he took a shower in the morning, the shower gel got on his back, causing him to gasp in pain.
When I looked in the mirror, I realized that my back was like a centipede passing by, densely packed one after another. Is this called being considerate?
"get off."
Unknowingly, the car stopped at the entrance of Lanting Villa.
Ji Lan hesitated and didn't really want to get out of the car.
But she saw the man's back standing tall as he walked around the car and opened the door beside her.
He looked like he was asking her to get out of the car.
As soon as he entered the house, a wall lamp was turned on in the porch. Ji Mingzong took off his clothes and started pulling on his tie again.
Seeing him like this, Ji Lan's calves felt sore: "What do you want to do?"
"Show Miss Ji something good."
The buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned one by one. The man took off his shirt and turned on the light, standing with his back to her.
Just for a moment.
Ji Lan shut up.
Ji Mingzong snorted, put on his shirt, and fastened the buttons one by one: "Miss Ji, is she considerate?"
Ji Lan:.
"Ms. Ji half pushed, half seduced last night, just because of Jiang Shaoding's affairs?" The man walked into the entrance hall, bent down to open the shoe cabinet at the door, and took out a pair of unpacked women's slippers. come out.
His slender fingertips hooked the edge of the plastic bag, pulled it open with a hiss, and placed the slippers at her feet.
His movements were casual, as if this was how he usually treated others.
"Thank you," Ji Lan put on her slippers and responded to his question: "Yes and no!"
Ji Mingzong nodded: "Tell me about it."