Chapter 41 Miss Ji Lan is also at the manor today
"Third Master,"
The black Maybach was driving on the way to Jinmao Bay. Yan knew how to drive, and the passenger placed a handful of cheap pink carnations.
The food delivery industry has not been developed in 10 years, but in the city of Beijing and Hong Kong, as long as you have an idea, there will still be people to help you realize it.
This bouquet, including the errands and flowers, totals 99 yuan.
The store offered a price of 109, but Zhang Ying shamelessly reduced it to 99.
It is said that when the store delivered the flowers, when he saw Zhang Ying coming out of Fengming Building in a suit and leather shoes, he muttered that capitalists are just picking.
He pretended not to hear it at all.
Only you can taste the heartache and tears of the workers.
At the beginning of 2008, Zhang Ying joined Fengming, and Ji Mingzong offered him an annual salary of 3 million yuan, which was already a sky-high price. As the company has developed steadily in the past two years, Zhang Ying's salary has only increased but not decreased.
He is considered to be the top in the part-time job world. He has not experienced the kind of life of spending 100 yuan carefully for many years. If he comes here by chance, he has already been prepared to be scolded.
The boss asked, but there was no other way.
Ji Mingzong leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest, his brows and eyes showing the fatigue of a superior.
Yan Hui called out to Third Master and stopped. Seeing no response, he slowed down the car very slowly.
Ji Mingzong is a very impatient person.
The running of the company consumed most of his patience.
Don't give half a cent to others.
"Want me to ask you to speak?" The man's cold tone sounded from behind.
Yan Hui tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "Miss Ji Lan is also at the manor today."
Ji Mingzong took a sharp breath and moved his eyelids slightly: "Turn around."
"Yes," Yan Hui thought to himself. Fortunately, he had the foresight to slow down the car, otherwise he would have entered the manor right now.
At half past seven, Ji's family members arrived one after another.
Shu Wen called several times.
Until 7:45, a person said to be from a florist came up with a bunch of pink carnations.
Shu Wen came in holding flowers and handed them to the old lady, telling her in a soft voice: "The third master still has good intentions. He still thinks about the old lady when he can't come."
The old lady looked at the flowers and nodded: "That's right."
Everyone in the room, including Ji Lan, could see how cheap the bouquet was. It only cost less than a hundred yuan. Compared with the jewelry, calligraphy and paintings given by Ji Hongyi and Ji Mingda, it was a world of difference, but the old lady liked it.
"What do you mean, old lady? After living a life of luxury, can't you see how much that bouquet of flowers is worth?"
In the kitchen, Deng Yi and Chen Yan pretended to help.
Chen Yan couldn't help but complain while washing the fruit and handing it to Deng Yi.
Deng Yi lowered his head to cut the fruit, and the look on his face was not much better.
For this Mother's Day, Ji Hongyi spent a lot of effort to buy a jade bracelet, but the result was not as good as the third child's worthless flowers.
"Say less, this is an old house."
"I can't help it," Chen Yan said unwillingly, "This old lady is really interesting. She didn't care about her when she was young. But when she gets older, she wants to hold someone in the palm of her hand, but she has to be bought in by others!"
Deng Yi didn't answer.
No way to pick it up.
"Belated love is worthless than grass," Chen Yan said when the sound of the juicer sounded.
In the restaurant, Ji Lan was helping Shu Wen prepare the meal. His slender fingertips held serving chopsticks and moved over the dinner plate. His lowered head gave people a sense of nobility from a wealthy family. His manners and gestures were just right. .
The old lady rarely sees her. She brought her back and saw her once at close range.
After a long time, they glanced at each other from a distance. This was the first time in twenty years that they were close to each other. It was a pity to hear Ji Mingda mention her name earlier.
Now that I see it, there is indeed something regrettable about it.
"Your dad said you opened a studio?"
Ji Lan was stunned. She didn't expect the old lady to ask her. She thought about it before responding: "Yes."
"Media?"
"Yes," the old lady asked, and Ji Lan replied with a respectful and unfamiliar tone that made people uncomfortable.
"Will I eat you?" The tea lid opened slightly. The old lady's tone was light and majestic.
"Miss Lan is not formal," Shu Wen said with a smile in the middle: "The old lady cares about you."
It's not like Ji Lan has never heard of the old lady's rumors. This person's sudden concern made her have to think more.
"Thank you grandma for your concern," Ji Lan thanked him first, and then said obediently: "I have set up a small studio with a few like-minded college classmates. It is still in its infancy and has not made any achievements, but now the foreign media, film and television industry is developing From the beginning, I believe that domestic explosion is just around the corner.”
Thank you, for the present and the future, what Ji Lan said is so accurate.
The appreciation in the old lady's eyes grew a little more.
Ji Mingda admired Ji Lan a lot and took the opportunity to praise him: "Ji Lan is a kid who can keep his composure and is a person who can do great things."
As soon as Deng Yi and Chen Yan came out, they heard Ji Mingda's compliments, and the smiles on their lips were a bit unbearable.
"Second brother, are you praising Lanlan?"
Ji Mingda knew that Dafang had all the twists and turns and it was hard to say anything directly in front of Deng Yi.
Just when he was about to change the topic, Ji Xian caught up with him in a dusty state.
After saying hello, he sat next to Ji Lan. The Ji family had a high level of hierarchy, and the second bedroom of the big house came down one after another. Ji Lan had such an embarrassing status that he could only sit at the end of the table. Shu Wen left Ji Xian beside Ji Rourou. location.
This man didn't sit down, but pulled a chair towards Ji Lan's side.
Just as Shu Wen was about to remind him, the old lady raised her hand and interrupted.
This meal was full of evil intentions.
Ji Mingzong didn't come back, and the old lady was not in high spirits.
After dinner, we left early.
When the group of people left the yard, Chen Yan couldn't help but mutter: "The old lady didn't want to eat with us. She clearly wanted to take this opportunity to see the third child. Since the third child didn't come back, she didn't even bother to eat."
The rest thought much the same way.
But he didn't say it so blatantly like Chen Yan.
Everyone is thinking about what the old lady means now.
"Lan Lan is going home to stay tonight?" Ji Hongyi looked at Ji Lan when he got in the car.
The latter was slightly stunned, and just about to refuse, his eyes caught a glimpse of the emotion flashing across Ji Rourou's face, and she agreed.
The car went all the way down the mountain and stopped in Ji's yard.
Ji Lan followed Ji Hongyi toward the house with a steady gait, not giving Deng Yi a chance to stop her.
"Aunt Zhang, clean up Lanlan's room."
"This——" Aunt Zhang looked at Ji Hongyi with some embarrassment: "Miss Lanlan's room"
"What?" Ji Hongyi raised his eyebrows.
"Lanlan usually doesn't live much at home, so Rourou lives in that room," Deng Yi explained, then his eyes fell on the servant: "Go and clean up the empty guest room upstairs."
Aunt Zhang murmured in her heart, where are there any other guest rooms?
Aren’t the guest rooms full of clutter?