Chapter 48 I am very superior to you now
"Did you meet Ji Lan in private?"
"How do you know?" Yanzhuang was surprised.
Yanshan said calmly: "Yes or no."
"Yes," Yanzhuang admitted without any concealment, "But it's just a meeting, no?"
"You can meet in person, but you can't fall in the eyes of others. The three sons of the Ji family are competing for the throne. No one can tell who will be the next head of the Ji family. Since Ji Rourou has been found, you and Ji Lan should break off. , don’t get involved in the Ji family’s muddy waters.”
"I don't like Ji Rourou," Yanzhuang said bluntly: "I don't criticize her appearance and figure, and I don't complain about her knowledge. Just her behavior is a big difference. Marrying her may be a blessing or a curse."
Yanshan's face darkened slightly: "Don't say such words again in the future."
"Dad," Yanzhuang saw that Yanshan was about to leave and hurriedly chased after him: "Can't we not marry with the Ji family?"
Yanshan suddenly looked back and asked with a questioning tone: "Do you not want to marry with the Ji family or Ji Rourou? Yanzhuang, in front of the family, marriage cannot be a trivial matter for you."
"I am a human being, not an object, not a bargain for you to maintain your status."
Bang—a slap ended the conversation.
Yanzhuang covered his face and looked at Yanshan with wide eyes and disbelief. The latter scolded him with a cold tone: "Remember, if it weren't for the current status of our Yan family, you wouldn't even be able to wear Ji Lan's clothes." Less than.”
"Putting the bowl in hand to eat, then putting the bowl down to curse? Why didn't you refuse when I gave you a life of glory and wealth? When it's your turn to contribute to the family, you talk about promoting human rights?"
"Go away!" A furious and angry shout sounded at the door of the study.
At half past ten, Ji Lan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and wiped her hair with a towel. A text message came in on her phone.
A familiar number lies on the screen.
"No. 24, Huai'an Road, come pick me up!"
Ji Lan: "Mr. Ming doesn't have a driver?"
Ji Mingzong replied quickly, as if he was waiting for her with his cell phone: "I'm laid off."
Ji Lan: "?"
With Yan Hui's status, he doesn't look like he will be laid off easily.
Ji Mingzong: "Talking too much"
Ji Lan:.
At eleven o'clock, when the black Mercedes-Benz parked at No. 24 Huai'an Road, it entered the gate of a private house without any sign.
In the private room, Ji Mingzong was leaning on the sofa, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, eyes slightly squinting, and his posture was as lazy as a beast that had been soaked in a wine vat.
The dim spotlight in the box fell down, illuminating him lazily and casually. The smoke rose and dispersed, and he couldn't shake off his drunkenness.
"Director Ji, send them all off," Zhang Ying said after seeing off the guests and turned back to the box.
He saw Ji Mingzong leaning on the sofa, with the bartender sitting next to him.
The atmosphere is unclear.
"Go wait outside and let me know when someone comes."
people? Zhang Ying was startled, who?
I don’t understand, but I don’t dare to ask more.
The man stood up slightly, bent over and stretched out his hand to light the ash on the ashtray. The little girl next to him held the ashtray over with great eyesight.
Ji Mingzong lowered his eyes and looked over, inexplicably feeling that the man's profile looked a bit like Ji Lan.
"Dr. Ji!" The little girl squatted on the ground and looked up at him with a bit of confusion in her peach blossom eyes.
Ji Mingzong's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped the cigarette ashes lightly with his fingertips: "How old are you?"
"twenty one."
"How do you do this?" The man leaned on the sofa and looked at her half-hidden in the darkness.
"Lack of money," the little girl was upright, without any false pretenses. She said it was because she wanted to meet you. Class words. Ji Mingzong lowered his eyes and glanced at her, the sparks of the cigarette flickering on his fingertips.
Just when the little girl thought the night was settled, a text message came in from the man's cell phone beside him.
He picked it up, looked at it, stubbed out his cigarette, stood up and left the box.
"Dr. Ji?" The people who were traveling with him all took the hostess away, leaving her alone in the box.
She caught up with him in two or three steps and wanted to fight for it again, but was stopped ruthlessly by his secretary: "Miss, Director Ji is not someone you can get involved with."
Outside the hospital, Ji Lan was sitting in the car holding her cell phone, wondering whether to make a call.
The door of the private house was opened, and the man came out of the yard with empty steps, his suit jacket hanging on his arms.
He opened the door and got into the passenger seat of Ji Lan.
"Have you taken a shower?"
"Did you get into the wine vat?"
The two said in unison.
There was a moment of silence in the box. Ji Lan started the car and left: "Send you home?"
"Go to your place," Ji Mingzong leaned on his seat, his drunken state showing.
During business dinners, few people were allowed to drink. After the regulations on the wine table came down, blatant dinner parties turned into small dinner parties. This kind of place that didn't even have a house sign became a place for dignitaries to hang out.
At the dinner table, Moutai was packaged and poured into a decanter. The vintage or vintage, the alcohol content was high or low, all were invisible. It was mixed and mixed, and few people could get away sober.
Ji Lan's car was parked in the parking lot. Ji Mingzong frowned and leaned against the co-pilot with his eyes closed to concentrate. His long thighs couldn't be stretched out in the small Mercedes-Benz, which made him look quite cramped.
"Here we are," Ji Lan reached out and pushed him.
As soon as the fingertips touched the man's arm, he was grabbed, and the strength suddenly lost control.
Just when Ji Lan was stunned, her fingertips were wrapped in warm palms: "Get out of the car and help me."
"How did you get out just now?" Ji Lan muttered and got out of the car, accepting his fate and helping him upstairs.
"Jilan, water!" Ji Mingzong leaned on the sofa and called her drunkenly.
Ji Lan poured a glass of water and handed it to him. The boiled water was tasteless and could not suppress the smell of alcohol. The man opened his eyes and asked, "Do you have any hangover medicine?"
"I'll buy it."
The drugstore at the entrance of the community was not far or near. Ji Lan came back with sobriety medicine. He didn't know whose call he was answering. Although he listened, he didn't respond much and showed no interest.
Finally, he ended the phone call by saying, "Come back when you have time. Please take care of yourself."
"Family?" Ji Lan handed him the sobering medicine.
"Curious?" Ji Mingzong swallowed the medicine with the water she handed him.
"Not really," Ji Lan put the water cup away: "Because I know that Mr. Ming will not tell the truth to me."
Why bother asking for trouble?
"I'm going to put the cup." She had just turned around to go to the kitchen to put the cup. Before she could take a step forward, a large, generous hand fell on her waist, pressing her down to bring it down.
In an instant, the smell of tobacco, alcohol, and perfume assaulted my nostrils.
"It seems that Mr. Ming's life is colorful tonight," Ji Lan pushed his chest and stood up.
"It's inevitable that the entertainment venue is there, but I didn't touch it," Ji Mingzong was very honest. He and Li Zhen made it clear that they were the same type of people. As long as they had a recognized relationship, they would give them the most basic respect. In other words, those people in the entertainment venue would Ying Yanyan is not worthy of destroying their relationship.
"Mr. Ming," Ji Lan said in a calm and understanding tone, "You don't need to explain to me."
"Xiaolan," the man was half leaning on the sofa, squinting his eyes drunkenly, and rubbing her lower back with his fingertips: "Can't you see? I'm very superior to you now."