Chapter 39: Miss Ji blames me for not fulfilling my responsibilities too frequently?
"Social entertainment?"
In the corridor, the waiter carried the tray. When he passed by Ji Mingzong, he was attracted by his noble temperament and glanced sideways.
Just as this man's cold eyes fell, he trembled in fright.
The wine glasses on the tray were scattered all over the floor.
Ji Mingzong's eyes were cold and his thin lips were pressed down, which was a sign of displeasure.
Ji Lan stepped over the mess and turned sideways.
The man behind her followed her in a few steps and took her arm into an empty box.
The man pressed her against the door panel, his breath falling from the top of his head, and his dark eyes scrutinized her.
"answer."
Ji Lan raised her eyes and looked directly at him, not hiding anything: "For fun."
There was no love between a man and a woman between her and Ji Mingzong, so it couldn't be said to be a deliberate concealment.
As long as the other person doesn't have perverted possessiveness in the relationship, everything will seem normal.
Ji Mingzong's gaze was slightly lowered, his gaze was deep and sharp, as if he could look directly into her soul through her body: "You do know how to have fun."
"Where's Mr. Ming?" Ji Lan asked back.
"Entertainment," Ji Mingzong let go of her, took a few steps back and leaned on the back of the sofa in the box, holding a cigarette between his arms and looking at Ji Lan who was leaning against the door.
A white shirt wrapped around her strong figure, elegant and calm with a bit of majesty. The cramped pressure in the dim box spread out from all sides, then closed again, gradually squeezing her soul.
Ji Lan calmed down under the other person's scrutiny and stepped closer to him step by step on high heels. As he approached, he smelled the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body.
"How long will it take to end?" Ji Mingzong asked.
"Just arrived."
"Ready to spend the night?"
Ji Lan stood still, her bright eyes falling on him: "Do you agree?"
Ji Mingzong's movement of pressing the ashes froze: "Miss Ji, do you want to follow my opinion?"
Flirting with him?
He has lived for more than thirty years and has been in the shopping mall for nearly ten years.
It's not like people who play tricks in Vanity Fair have never been flirted with by women, but this is the first time I've met someone as young and serious as Ji Lan.
"Is it unreasonable?" Ji Lan asked, "In terms of status, Mr. Ming is above them."
"Identity?" Ji Mingzong pressed the ashes from his cigarette, with a playful smile on his lips: "What is your identity?"
"Gun buddy!" Ji Lan tilted her head and looked at him, looking from his face to his body, not letting go of any place that might become a characteristic.
"Friends?" Ji Mingzong repeated Ji Lan's words playfully, and then lowered his eyes. He put his free hand around her waist and pressed her on the back of the sofa: "How do I remember that they are boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"Is it difficult for Mr. Ming to remember?" Ji Lan stretched out his hand to pull away the hand behind him, then his palm fell on Ji Mingzong's chest and pushed him away.
"Ms. Ji, are you blaming me for not fulfilling my responsibilities too frequently?" Ji Mingzong understood clearly and spoke in a serious tone.
Ji Lan's ears turned slightly red and he was about to retort.
The phone vibrated in the quiet box.
Extremely abrupt.
The man pulled away calmly and distanced himself from Ji Lan before answering the phone.
I don’t know what was said on the other side.
The man said: "I understand."
Although the voice is soft, it is not difficult to hear the majesty.
Ji Lan has always felt that Ji Mingzong is a very contradictory person, with an innate arrogance in his bones, and the dignity of a superior person in every frown and smile, and the occasional indifference he exudes gives people the feeling of being in a high position for a long time. Feeling of oppression. If such a person comes from a famous family, he should be extremely cautious when choosing a woman.
But he got involved with me for no reason.
Is there anything in him that is worthy of his calculation?
The man put away the phone, glanced at Ji Lan, and issued an ultimatum in a calm tone: "Don't play around."
The box door closed, and Ji Lan leaned on the sofa, rubbing his round fingertips with his eyebrows lowered.
At eleven o'clock, Xu Ying lost interest, pushed away the man beside her, picked up her bag, and pulled Ji Lan away.
After sending Xu Ying home, it was already a turning point.
The elevator of Jin Mao Mansion opened, and she lowered her head to look for the keys in her bag. What she saw was a pair of brightly polished black leather shoes. Her eyes slowly moved up and landed on the handsome and solemn face of the man.
Ji Mingzong took off his suit jacket and put it casually on the shoe cabinet, and sat with his tall body on the shoe-changing stool at the door.
The man's dark eyes fell on her face with a little amusement.
There was a strong smell of smoke in the entrance hall. Ji Lan walked over and opened the small window on the side: "How long have you been waiting?"
The man lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch: "Soon, two hours and eleven minutes."
In fact, he just went upstairs ten minutes ago.
Ji Lan:.
Opening the door and entering the house, Ji Mingzong stood at the door and stared at her.
There were no slippers once and no slippers twice, which meant that Ji Lan neither treated him as a guest nor as a human being.
"I forgot to buy it," Ji Lan said bravely: "How about you come in wearing shoes?"
Ji Mingzong let out a slight snort, took off his leather shoes and entered the house.
With black socks on the floor, he walked straight to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He smoked a cigarette and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you have any hangover medicine?"
"have."
Ji Lan handed him the hangover medicine and his eyes fell on the cigarette butt on the coffee table.
She reached out, wrapped the cigarette butt with the toilet paper underneath and threw it into the trash can.
"Ji Lan," the man put down the cup and stretched out his hand towards her: "Come here."
Adults, by this point, most of them already know it.
Ji Lan walked over slowly and was pulled forward. In panic, she staggered.
Ji Mingzong grabbed her arm, supported her butt, and brought her to him with a deep smile: "Why are you panicking?"
"Who's panicking?"
"Did you hang out with Ji Lan?"
Xu Ying had just returned to Xu's house when a dog barked in the living room.
She took off her shoes while holding the entrance cabinet, and went straight in ignoring the people in the living room.
Xu Qian's voice caught up behind him: "You can't make any noise by following Ji Lan. Deng Yi has already gone around the circle to say hello. Ji Lan can't make any big waves."
Xu Ying poured a glass of water, took a few sips slowly, and said four words: "It's none of your business."
"I'm doing this for your own good, and I advise you to understand."
"Isn't it enough for our family to have you as a wise man? Come on, work hard to marry that country girl Ji Rourou back home, it will be enough for our family to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven." Xu Ying snorted: "You are also tolerant enough , I used to like fair skin, beauty and long legs, but now I like small village women like Ji Rourou? "
"Xu Ying, don't be blind to bad words," Xu Qian stood up angrily.
Staring at Xu Ying, he looked like he wanted to eat her alive.
Xu Ying: "You keep all the good words to yourself, as if you don't care about anyone."
"Just wait and see, among the wealthy families in Beijing and Hong Kong, the Ji family is the most powerful. As long as Ji Rourou is still there, the Ji family will never allow an adopted daughter of Ji Lan to be more popular than Ji Rourou. Let me see how long you can struggle with her."< br/>