Chapter 44 Speaking of which, Ji Lan is still your niece
The profound meaning of Chen Songyang's words fell into Ji Mingzong's ears, and they didn't sound so good.
The parties involved didn't say anything, and the people watching the show didn't find it too exciting.
Among them, Chen Songyang is the youngest, he is easy to get along with, he can play up and down, and he is compatible with others. He is not like Ji Mingzong. The juniors will be crushed by him when they see him.
"This Yanzhuang is the earliest among the young masters under us to be enlightened. Mr. Yan has taken him out to see the world and provide services since he was a child. He has a good grasp of the world. In a few years, it is not impossible for the Yanzhao to spread. He has this Ji Lan, even though she is an adopted daughter, she still has some abilities. If fate had not played a trick on her, she might have become a powerful alliance between childhood sweethearts! "
"They are about the same age, both have ambitions, and they are childhood sweethearts. Together they will have a successful career and family!"
As Chen Songyang spoke, Zhao Jiahuai and Zhang Ying's eyes fell on Ji Mingzong intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to take a look, but they didn't dare to be too obvious.
I saw this man holding a cigarette and smoking it one puff at a time. The movement was calm and gentle, and there was no ripple in the frequency interval.
It's hard to tell whether this person is emotional or not.
You say he is emotional, but the woman's erotic news is right in front of him, and he doesn't care.
You can't express emotion, but the smoke in this man's eyes never stops.
At the end of the day, the waiter served tea and interrupted Chen Songyang's words. Only then did he see him raising his hand to flick the ashes in the ashtray: "You care about others so much?"
Chen Songyang snarled: "I am gossiping, not caring."
The man's expression was indifferent, with a careless and tired look on his face, and his indifferent eyes revealed an invisible power.
"Speaking of which, Ji Lan is still your niece."
Chen Songyang's words brought the atmosphere on the tea table to freezing point.
Zhao Jiahuai slowly put down the tea cup he picked up. He was about to open his mouth to smooth things over when he heard Ji Mingzong's deep voice, carrying an inadvertent coldness: "Am I going to leave a building for you to talk cross talk about the catering at the development office?"
Chen Songyang's endless chatter came to an abrupt end.
Night was approaching. When Ji Lan drove home and parked the car in the parking lot, he left the community and went to a nearby wonton stall and ordered a bowl of dumplings.
It's stuffed with shiitake mushrooms and lean meat, dipped in vinegar and chili pepper, and when you put it in your stomach, all your souls are coming together.
She was so focused on eating that she didn't notice a black Maybach parked beside her.
The location is special, and it is the weekend, so it is difficult to park due to the heavy flow of people. Ji Mingzong got off the car and Yan Hui drove away, preparing to go around the neighborhood, avoiding traffic jams and being able to appear in time when the leaders need the car. .
"Is it delicious?" A sudden and cold voice sounded above his head, making Ji Lan tremble in fright. The dumpling in his hand smashed into the bowl with a loud bang, and oil splashed on his clothes.
She quickly took out a tissue and wiped it.
"Mr. Ming, are you done?" Ji Lan greeted people casually.
"Your ex-fiancé won't give you food?" Ji Mingzong's tone was cold and his eyebrows were stern.
Ji Lan escaped from the depressing environment of the teahouse and gained a lot of courage: "You already said that you are your ex-fiancé, how can I have the nerve to let others spend money to treat me to dinner?"
"What if someone asks me to pledge myself to you?"
"Can you sit down?" Ji Lan looked up at him: "You are standing like a mountain, affecting my ability to eat."
Ji Mingzong laughed angrily and glanced at her coldly. He hooked his expensive leather shoes under the plastic stool and dragged it out. He sat upright opposite her.
The environment of the roadside stall is not very good. The traffic blows up the dead leaves on the roadside and falls down, and the car exhaust is continuous. But even so, it cannot hide the brilliance of Ji Mingzong. This man seems to be glowing with light. , his innate self-confidence gives people a sense of pampered superiority. The natural aura covered up all the mess around him.
"Jilan," the man frowned impatiently, calling her with an irritated tone.
Waiting for her to eat in this environment was already condescending, and she was still grumbling.
Ji Lan came back to his senses and finished a bowl of dumplings like a whirlwind. When he called the boss to pay, the man took out his wallet and put a red Zhang Mao on the table: "No need to look for it."
"Sir, that's too much," the boss shouted while holding the money and looking at the backs of handsome men and beauties.
But the people in front turned a deaf ear.
The noble aura exuding from Ji Mingzong's bones gave people a feeling of intimidation, as if the superiors were born not to waste their lips and tongues for hundreds of dollars.
The two passed a traffic light, and Yan Hui drove the car to the side.
Ji Mingzong opened the door and motioned for Ji Lan to get in the car.
As soon as he got in the car, the Maybach's fender was raised. Ji Mingzong took out a wet wipe from the side of the door and wiped his hands. His tone was unclear: "You and your ex-fiancé are not divorced?"
"You have to be able to break it, and we don't have much," Ji Lan responded casually.
Ji Mingzong chuckled: "Nothing to meet with?"
"Mr. Ming, are you trying to convict me?" Ji Lan was also sharp-tongued and could not suffer in front of him.
"You're going to convict me after we meet? If I sleep with someone, aren't you going to dig up my ancestral graves?"
"Jilan," scolding sounded in the small carriage.
Ji Mingzong's anger rubbed against the edge of his sanity, and the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became tight.
"Mr. Ming," Ji Lan ignored his anger and met the person in the air: "If meeting him counts, what about our relationship?"
Ji Lan blinked at her with clear eyes, the light in his eyes was like a little fox.
Thieves and thieves.
If a person in power has been in power for a long time, he will inevitably bring habits into his life.
Ji Lan is probably the only rebellious person next to Ji Mingzong.
The night was dark, and the lights on the roadside were scattered, flickering on and off. The farther the car turned, the softer the lights became.
With a cold look on his face, Ji Mingzong pinched Ji Lan's waist and lifted him onto his knees. He pinched her chin and looked at this delicate face. His deep eyes were filled with a coldness that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "What do you mean? "How much would your mouth be worth if I sold it?"
Ji Lan wanted to pull his palm away, but was restrained even tighter, so she simply broke the jar and said, "My face is more valuable."
"Getting angry?" Ji Mingzong seemed to understand: "Did I provoke you?"
Ji Lan didn't say anything. The car parked smoothly in the yard of Lanting Villa. Yan Hui stood beside the car and knocked on the window.
Just in case you open the door hastily and see something you shouldn't see.
Ji Mingzong let go of her waist and patted her back with his generous palm: "Get out of the car."