Chapter 49: Too drunk and can’t leave
When the man's figure came closer, Ji Lan dodged for a moment.
Probably because the action was too obvious, Ji Mingzong's deep eyes narrowed slightly, stained with a bit of drunken scarlet, like a beast in the dark night.
"So bossy?" Ji Lan said in a teasing tone, "Mr. Ming spit out some gold coins?"
Ji Mingzong was startled for a moment, then smiled, that's right, talking about love between a man and a woman in love is a capital crime.
Ji Lan's words brought Ji Mingzong back from his drunken state and sobered up a bit.
He leaned back slightly, having straightened up just now, and said in a casual tone: "Short of money?"
"It's not lacking, but who thinks it's too much money?" Ji Lan put her arm around his neck and said, "Mr. Ming also knows that I am at risk of going bankrupt at any time."
"It's smart to ask for money while you're on top, isn't it?"
Ji Mingzong did not deny it and nodded slightly, which is what a smart person does.
The women outside who came with a sincere heart were far less attractive to him than Ji Lan's straightforward temperament.
"Talk about money is too annoying, let's try another approach," Ji Mingzong gave a compromise: "You have a good time filming this drama, and I will contact you for a prime time slot on a popular channel when it comes out. How about that?"
Ji Lan's fingertips hanging lazily behind his head tightened slightly, and she stared at him with eyes looking at him. There were many people waiting at the door of the Golden Stage, let alone the prime time. It was her who was working hard. For ten years he had to stand on tiptoe to reach someone, but the man in front of him spoke in a light tone, as if this was just a piece of cake for him.
"Seriously?" Ji Lan didn't believe it.
"What's the benefit of lying to you?" Ji Mingzong asked with a smile.
"Jilan," Ji Mingzong's slender fingertips rubbed her lower back: "I have walked every step you have taken. I am no stranger to your current situation and the embarrassing situations you may face in the future. , I am nearly ten years older than you, and whether I fall in love with you at first sight or approach you for profit, I will never hinder you on your way forward. "
"Because my rank is not worthy of your taking action, right?" Ji Lan is not a lover. Having been plotted by Deng Yi and others for so many years, he is very good at reading people's hearts and choosing his words.
She is just younger than Ji Mingzong, not stupider than him.
Overly straightforward words would not sound good to the ears of a powerful person like Ji Mingzong.
He was sipping a glass of fine aged wine, but Ji Lan had to break the glass to tell him that what he was drinking was fake wine.
He is not even qualified to sink.
The man looked at her with drunken eyes, his blurred peach blossom eyes filled with thick fog that Ji Lan couldn't see through. It was so thick that it was like a rain curtain on a rainy day, which could not be pushed away or cleared away.
"Jilan, be obedient," the man's fingertips were removed from her waist and landed on the back of her head, pressing her head towards him.
Lips and teeth intertwined, and dense kisses fell on her body, with invisible heat, wrapping her passionately from the sofa to the bedroom.
A strong fire is made of dry wood, which ignites immediately.
Ji Mingzong's words, "Be obedient," have a profound meaning.
The relationship between the two has been getting closer recently, with the man taking over and the woman taking advantage of her. From Ji Mingzong's point of view, he only needs a woman whose body is compatible with his, and does not need a rival who can tear his heart apart.
So this sentence of obedience after careful consideration is a warning.
"No, that's enough for me."
Tossing and turning, Ji Lan couldn't bear it and pushed him, trying to pull away, but someone held him down: "Lan Lan, I haven't had enough."
"Mr. Ming" Ji Lan gasped quickly and his breathing was messy.
The latter was not affected and went on smoothly. Even when the mood was high, he did not forget to tease her a bit. "Why are you competing with your father?" Ding Min felt sorry for her son and went upstairs with ice cubes to hand it over. Give it to him.
Yanzhuang said nothing, put ice on his face, leaned on the sofa and ignored Ding Min's advice.
"It's not like you haven't seen what kind of situation Ji Lan is in the Ji family. At this time, anyone with a discerning eye will choose Ji Rourou, but you are the only one who does the opposite," Ding Min said in a bad tone and said a few words "Don't say anything at the banquet." , deliberately softening his voice: "Xu Qian is staring at Ji Rourou, wishing he could take her down right away, Yanzhuang, you should consider it not only for your father, but also for the Yan family. The family business left by your grandparents cannot be destroyed in our hands. inside."
"When you were studying, you knew how to find someone who was good at studying as your deskmate. Why did you get confused when it came to the important matter of marriage?" "Are marriage and studying the same thing?" Yanzhuang retorted: " Marriage is a lifelong matter and it is very important.”
"Just because it is so important, you should choose your partner more carefully," Ding Min said as if he had heard a joke: "What you should choose is someone who is good for you and the family. Love? You love Ji Lan now, you Can you ensure that you will still love her ten years from now, twenty years from now, thirty years from now?”
"In Yanzhuang, there are very few people who love the same person throughout their lives, but there are many people who love money in this life. You should think carefully."
Ding Min glanced at him deeply, turned and left.
Ask the driver to prepare the car.
"Ma'am, where are we going?"
"Ji Lan has moved out from Ji's house. Do you know where it is?" Yanzhuang's brain is not working well, so he will find another way.
"It is said that it is Jinmao Mansion."
"Inquire clearly."
As the turning point approached, Ji Lan turned over from the bed.
I took out the quilt and covered myself with it.
She thought Ji Mingzong was gone, but as soon as she wrapped herself tightly, a cold voice sounded from her side: "You want to freeze me to death?"
The tired and confused man suddenly woke up: "Aren't you leaving?"
"Want me to leave?"
"You've always left before."
Ji Mingzong put his wrist on his face and automatically ignored Ji Lan's unkind tone: "I drank too much and can't leave."
You drink too much and you can still sleep with a woman?
Ji Lan was too lazy to argue with him, so she lifted up the quilt, picked up her nightgown, put it on her body, went to the bathroom, and took a simple shower.
The sound of running water in the bathroom sounded, and the doorbell rang outside the door.
"Jilan," Ji Mingzong sighed and called her, "There's someone knocking on the door."
The sound of water running stopped suddenly, and Ji Lan said firmly: "No matter what, anyone who knocks on my door in the middle of the night is not a good person."
Ji Mingzong: Click him?
There were knocks on the door, and the sound of running water in the bathroom was gurgling.
The person lying on the bed was so noisy that he was restless.
Ji Mingzong lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the woman standing at the door through the video doorbell at the entrance.
Thanks to Chen Songyang, he knew the woman outside the door.
One day after the entertainment, Chen Songyang saw Yanshan and his wife invited to a dinner from a distance, and pointed him out from a distance and told him where he was.
Then he made a comment: "This Ding Min, I have often held your niece's hand in front of outsiders and acted out scenes of deep love between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with her."
"Who?" Ji Lan didn't see Ji Mingzong when he came out of the bathroom, and moved closer to him while wiping his hair.
When he first saw the person standing at the door, his expression changed slightly.
"Open?" Ji Mingzong leaned on the entrance and looked at her.
Ji Lan glanced at him sideways and said, "I'm tired and have no energy to deal with them."
The implication is that I don’t want to open it.