Chapter 35 I take a shower, Miss Ji wants to follow me?
"What are you looking at?" In front of the single-sided glass of the private room on the third floor, the man looked at the scene downstairs, holding a cigarette between his fingertips and smoking continuously.
The person beside him saw what he was looking at and came over to take a look.
The huge dance floor offers no pleasure other than physical pleasure.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw something and exclaimed, "Isn't that that prodigal Jiang Shaoding? Who is standing in front of her?"
"The adopted daughter of the Ji family," the man puffed out the smoke and said four words,
"She!" Chen Songyang laughed: "Since the Ji family's biological daughter was found, many people are thinking about her."
"Concerned?" Ji Mingzong frowned slightly and looked sideways at Chen Songyang.
"Don't you think this girl is more beautiful than Xi Shi?" Chen Songyang asked.
He continued: "After all, they were trained by the Ji family. They are fair-skinned, beautiful, and soft. The Ji family has been gaining momentum in Beijing and Hong Kong in recent years. Their eyes are higher than their heads. Ji Hongyi and Ji Mingda have eyes on their foreheads, and they never look at each other. Others would not find a chance to climb up to her. This Ji Lan is in the position of the adopted daughter of the Ji family, which is both embarrassing and reasonable. The threshold for climbing up to her is lower than the threshold for climbing up to other people in the Ji family. "
"You are so beautiful, but some people may have some evil thoughts." Chen Songyang raised his chin and pointed to the situation in the booth downstairs: "Isn't this Jiang Shaoding one of them?"
When Ji Mingzong heard Chen Songyang's dismantling and analysis, his frown did not relax at all, but became tighter and tighter.
The cigarette clamped on the fingertips was lifted up more and more frequently.
Chen Songyang reached for the door and said, "You are not thinking about the Master's girl, are you? She is your niece."
Ji Mingzong raised his cold eyes and glanced at him.
Chen Songyang looked at him dumbfounded and didn't come back to his senses for a long time: "Wo! Sun! Morality has fallen! Director Ji."
"No." Chen Songyang wanted to ask more. Zhao Jiahuai came over and covered his mouth. He stretched his neck and looked at the stalemate downstairs: "Should I go?"
Ji Mingzong didn't respond, but his gloomy face that was so cold and cold gave him the answer.
Zhao Jiahuai patted Chen Songyang on the shoulder, turned and went downstairs.
"Mr. Zhao is here too?" Jiang Shaoding suddenly became interested when he saw Zhao Jiahuai. He pushed the woman beside him and stood up.
The person who was still domineering just now suddenly lost half his temperament when he saw Zhao Jiahuai, and he had a low-key manner.
Zhao Jiahuai glanced calmly from Jiang Shaoding to Ji Lan, nodded slightly and greeted, "Miss Ji is here too?"
"Mr. Zhao," Ji Lan nodded in response, not sure what Zhao Jiahuai meant.
He was cold and indifferent to her last time, but he was extremely polite to her this time.
"Mr. Jiang," Zhao Jiahuai looked at Jiang Shaoding: "Miss Ji and I have some personal matters to discuss."
"Mr. Zhao is taking care of himself. He just finished chatting with Miss Ji," Jiang Shaoding smiled like a dog.
Ji Lan felt angry in his heart. When he saw someone deliberately lying low, he began to think about making profits. Before leaving, his clear eyes fell on Jiang Shaoding with calculation: "Then the investment matter is settled. I will bring him with me tomorrow." Are you looking for a contract with Mr. Jiang?”
Jiang Shaoding was stunned. When did he agree?
Xu Huan on the side was even more frightened.
When did Ji Lan know the Zhao family?
Jiang Shaoding was dumbfounded. He was about to retort when he saw Zhao Jiahuai standing beside him. He was held back by Ji Lan for a while and could not get off the stage. He could only bite the bullet and agreed: "I'll wait for Miss Ji."
When Ji Lan came out of the booth and stood next to Zhao Jiahuai, the latter glanced at her with an unclear smile in his eyes, stayed away from Jiang Shaoding, and then suppressed his emotions and said, "Miss Ji, use me?"
"I don't understand what Mr. Zhao is talking about," Ji Lan pretended not to understand: "On the other hand, Mr. Zhao clearly looks down on me, but he comes to my rescue again and again, which surprises me."
Zhao Jiahuai took his hand out of his suit trouser pocket and pressed the elevator: "It's normal for Miss Ji to be surprised. After all, I am also surprised."
Circles and classes have always been mountains that others cannot climb.
Zhao Jiahuai was not interested in the identity of the adopted daughter of Ji Lan's wealthy family, and he was even less interested in her being a shrewd and polite person.
But it was difficult for Zhao Jiahuai to say this. Ji Mingzong deliberately concealed it, and he could not undermine it.
"Natural pool on the sixth floor, Miss Ji please," Zhao Jiahuai asked people to enter the elevator.
Ji Lan went in confused and probably guessed who was in the swimming pool.
Along the way to the sixth floor, the senior housekeeper of the club led her into the swimming pool.
Sunlight shines into the swimming pool through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making the pure white swimming pool tiles shine with golden light. The graceful figure at the bottom of the pool swims from one end of the pool to the other like a dragon.
Ji Lan took off her high heels and chased the figure along the shore of the swimming pool with her bare feet.
As soon as he reached the water area, a figure emerged from the bottom of the pool. The man stood on the edge of the pool with his bare upper body and holding on to the railing. He took off his swimming cap and wiped his face. The water droplets slid down his broad shoulders to his abdominal muscles. The thin figure shows a strong masculinity.
"Being bullied?"
Yan Hui quickly handed a towel to Ji Lan.
Ji Lan clearly walked over with a towel and handed it to him.
The man raised his head and stared at her, his gaze frozen for a moment, with no intention of picking up the towel, as if he was waiting for her answer.
"It doesn't count," Ji Lan said, "Mr. Zhao came to the rescue."
"What are you going to do if he doesn't break the siege?" Ji Mingzong came out from the bottom of the pool, took the towel from Ji Lan's hand and wiped his hair: "Take off your clothes and get out?"
"He's not worthy," Ji Lan said unconcernedly. She couldn't handle someone like Jiang Shaoding.
Ji Mingzong glanced at her lukewarmly: "Can't Deng Yi's 40 million solve your urgent need?"
Ji Lan was stunned: "How do you know?"
Then she asked again: "Did you release the video?"
"Otherwise?" the man asked back, "Miss Ji, do you think anyone else would care enough about you?"
Ji Lan was stunned and looked at Ji Mingzong's broad back with some confusion: "The second gift you mentioned is Deng Yi?"
"It wasn't originally," Ji Mingzong responded frankly: "She happened to come up to me. I think Miss Ji wanted to express her anger."
Ji Lan followed him to the changing room with bare feet. She lowered her head and thought about something before bumping into the man's back.
Ji Mingzong shuddered when he was hit, turned back suddenly, and subconsciously stared at her nose.
When he didn't see the bright red, he looked away.
"I'm taking a shower. Miss Ji wants to follow me?"
Ji Lan rubbed his nose awkwardly: "I'll wait for you outside."
"Just wait here," Ji Mingzong felt angry. He made an appointment with Chen Songyang and the others tonight to talk about something. As soon as the wine party started, he saw that she was being harassed and sent Zhao Jiahuai to rescue people.
It was a good game, but it just got stuck.
The sound of running water sounded in the cubicle, and Ji Lan's emotions flashed through his mind. He thought of something and asked through the curtain, "Are you friends with Mr. Zhao?"
"What's the problem?" Ji Mingzong replied to her through the curtain.
"He was very vague with me."
With a crash, a corner of the curtain was lifted, Ji Mingzong's towel flew out, and Ji Lan reached out to take it.
What came to mind was a sentence: "There should be problems during the Qingming Festival."