Chapter 33 President Jiang gives a clear path
In the room on the first floor of Jijia Manor, Ji Mingzong stood at the door and glanced at the old man lying on the hospital bed.
"Last night the door said you came back and then left. Is there something urgent?" the old lady's soft voice came from behind.
"I have some personal matters to deal with. How is the old man's health?" Ji Mingzong responded to the old lady's words in a calm tone.
Turning around slightly, he saw Shu Wen sending Ji Hongyi away and coming in. Their eyes collided in the air, and they looked away in just a second.
"It's still the same," the old lady sighed and led Ji Mingzong to sit down next to the sofa: "I hope he gets better soon. If he doesn't get better, your brotherhood will be in danger."
Brotherly love?
Ji Mingzong picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. There was no brotherhood between him, Ji Hongyi and Ji Mingda.
During his more than ten years of life abroad, Ji Hongyi and Ji Mingda had often made things difficult for him. He was lucky to be alive.
"Mingzong, how about" the old lady hesitated, and after thinking for a while she finally said: "Move back here!"
"I will consider it," the man took a sip from the tea cup, his eyes downcast, making it difficult to see his expression.
The two sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted for a few words. Then Ji Mingzong put down his cup and said, "I'll come back to get something. You sit down."
When Shu Wen saw Ji Mingzong going upstairs, he glanced sideways at the old lady, and when he saw the old lady nodding, he followed quickly.
The suite on the third floor still retains the appearance of the one he lived in when he was a teenager. In the large open space, past the small living room, there is a study room on the right, a dressing room on the left, and further inside is the huge master bedroom.
Ji Mingzong went into the study, opened the drawer and took out a pen. When he saw Shu Wen coming in, he rolled his eyes and asked in a firm tone: "Is something wrong?"
"The uncle just gave me a card." Shu Wen said and handed over the card in his hand.
Ji Mingzong glanced at it: "Just keep it for you. Just tell him what he wants to know."
Shu Wen nodded: "Third Master, aren't you going to move back here?"
Ji Mingzong closed the drawer and said in a calm and solemn tone: "Do your own thing well."
"When you meet Ji Lan, no matter what she says, you just need to remember that you are asking her to have afternoon tea. No matter what she says, you have to keep your composure, do you understand?"
In the parking lot, Deng Yi looked at Ji Rourou and gave him many instructions, fearing that she would be as hot-headed as last night.
"If something happens again, I won't be able to protect you," Deng Yi told her word for word: "A wealthy family has many rules, and your words and deeds may affect the family. Grandma doesn't like the juniors showing off outside, so don't be stupid."
Ji Rourou's heart trembled fiercely: "I understand."
She thought these things were just a small fight between her and Ji Lan, but she didn't expect that just one night's work would make her the target of public criticism.
When we arrived at the coffee shop, the people around had been cleared out. Except for Ji Lan, all the others were reporters arranged by Deng Yi.
The two sisters sat together to drink coffee and chatted and laughed. This rumor was finally disproven.
In the coffee shop, Ji Lan leaned on the seat and looked at Ji Rourou with a victor's attitude, a deep smile on his lips, and the silent show off danced crazily in Ji Rourou's mind.
"What am I talking about? Wealthy families are not so stupid," Ji Lan's slender fingertips landed on the coffee cup in front of him, and he lit it gently, as if he was chatting casually.
"You don't count as a winner, do you?" Ji Rourou asked.
"I don't care whether I win or lose! Ji Rourou, you want to fight me, but I don't necessarily want to fight you." Ji Lan leaned slightly and looked at her: "Not everyone wants this position like you."
Ji Lan said, stretching out his hand: "Shake hands! After all, Mrs. Ji spent 40 million to buy the handshake between us."
Ji Rourou trembled and her eyes fell on Ji Lan in disbelief: "Are you worthy too?" "Whether you are worthy or not, I have received the money." Ji Lan slowly retracted his outstretched hand and looked at Ji Rourou with a half-smile. Like showing off.
Ji Rourou suppressed her anger and looked at Ji Lan with gnashing of teeth. She almost couldn't bear it and picked up the coffee cup and wanted to splash it on Ji Lan's face. She stood up suddenly and was about to make a move when she caught a glimpse of Deng Yi standing on the side.
The latter looked at her with a sinister look.
What she just said flashed through my mind. I suppressed my emotions and sat down slowly.
"Ji Lan, you want to provoke me and make me look embarrassed, but I don't do what you want," Ji Rourou straightened her body and looked at Ji Lan.
"In that case," Ji Lan stretched out his hand: "How about shaking hands and making peace?"
"I don't," Ji Rourou finally saw her intention: "Don't you just don't want to waste time with me? I have plenty of time to waste time with you."
Ji Lan:.
Seven-thirty.
Ji Lan just escaped from the coffee shop for no other reason than that the reporters had to get off work and had no time to spend with the two eldest ladies.
"She took you four hours!" Xu Ying sat in the driver's seat and fell asleep again and again, waiting for Ji Lan to come out of the cafe. He waited for four hours: "If you wait any longer, my neck will be broken." Stopped sleeping."
"Shall I drive?" Ji Lan looked at her.
Xu Ying sighed: "That's it, I'll do it. You have a good mind. Think about how to deal with Jiang Shaoding, an old pervert!"
Tonight I made an appointment with Jiang Shaoding to discuss cooperation at the Beijing-Hong Kong Club.
Xu Ying wanted to eat this piece of old bacon but felt it was dirty. However, they urgently needed the money and resources in their hands.
You have to endure the disgust.
The car was parked in the parking lot of Beijing-Hong Kong Club. Ji Lan got out of the car and glanced at the VIP parking area near the elevator intentionally or unintentionally.
"What are you looking at?"
"It's nothing," Ji Lan slowly looked away. He couldn't tell if he was looking for a familiar license plate!
The two of them walked all the way to the disco on the second floor. As soon as they stepped in, Jiang Shaoding's secretary stared at them: "Miss Ji, Mr. Jiang is on the dance floor. I will take you there."
Xu Ying cursed secretly.
He wanted to follow Ji Lan, but was stopped: "Miss Xu, Mr. Jiang only invited Miss Ji."
Ji Lan gave her a reassuring look.
The DJ sound on the dance floor continued. As soon as Ji Lan found Jiang Shaoding, he was pulled to his side and pressed against each other.
Jiang Shaoding glanced at Ji Lan, his eyes lingering from her face to her figure: "Miss Ji really doesn't want to consider other methods?"
"For example?" Ji Lan asked, not knowing why, "Mr. Jiang, can you give me a clear way?"
Jiang Shaoding half held Ji Lan's shoulders by the corner of his lips and walked to the booth aside.
He poured a glass of wine and handed it to her: "Miss Ji."
Ji Lan took the wine glass with a smile: "It's my honor for Mr. Jiang to pour the wine."
"Ms. Ji is an understanding person. I'm very happy to chat with you." Jiang Shaoding took the cup from Ji Lan's hand and poured her another glass of wine. When the sound of drinking water was heard, Jiang Shaoding asked tentatively: "Mr. Zhao was still here yesterday." You mentioned you to me, is Miss Ji familiar with her?"