Chapter 51: When are you going to use this card Ji Lan?
"Not on a business trip?"
"It's a business trip, not a runaway from home. You don't want me to come back?" Ji Mingzong casually threw his black cell phone beside him.
Ji Lan glanced at it and stretched out his hand to move it away: "Jinggang's surname is not Ji, do I still have the ability to prevent you from coming back?"
Ji Mingzong laughed lightly and teased her: "Don't the outside world say that half of Beijing and Hong Kong are surnamed Ji?"
"I'm different from them."
"Who?" Ji Mingzong asked.
"Ji family," Ji Lan said bluntly, looking at Ji Mingzong with a penetrating gaze: "It's strange that President Ming and my third uncle have the same surname."
Yan Hui tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and a dense ant crawled on his back. He listened to the conversation between the two with his ears raised.
Was this discovered?
He said that Ji Lan was as smart as a female ghost and could not be so easy to fool.
"Really?" Ji Mingzong asked nonchalantly, "Do you look like me?"
"I want to know too."
Ji Mingzong understood: "So, Miss Ji and her third uncle haven't met yet. Could it be possible that she suspects that I am your third uncle?"
The baffle in the middle of the vehicle slowly rose, and Ji Mingzong turned sideways and approached her. The smell of tobacco and alcohol were intertwined, ambiguous and inseparable: "Miss Ji likes to play with forbidden love? "
"Try it tonight?"
"Are all old men as good at playing as Mr. Ming?" Ji Lan stared at him, her back pressed tightly against the seat.
There is nowhere to hide.
Ji Mingzong's short, cold laughter sounded in the small carriage.
Immediately, her body softened and someone grabbed her waist and lifted her to her knees.
"Is the number given to you a decoration?"
"I'm afraid you're busy."
Ji Mingzong's voice was suppressed: "Are you afraid that I'm busy or don't want to fight?"
Ji Lan remained silent, inexplicably feeling that there was a lot of evil fire in this man.
However, Ji Mingzong did not intend to let her go: "Didn't you see the key I left for you?"
"I saw it," Ji Lan responded.
He frowned: "Don't want to move?"
She said nothing, but the look in her eyes when she raised her eyes told him everything?
Ji Mingzong fell in love with Ji Lan. Whether he fell in love at first sight or fell in love with her, he wanted to have her half as much as he did not want to get the Ji family. Otherwise, the key to Lanting Villa would not have appeared on her bedside table.
The wanton lust of adults is difficult to suppress for a while.
He originally thought that Ji Lan would take the job, but when he came back from a business trip, she had already moved into the villa. Unexpectedly, she was busy recruiting for the studio. I didn't think about moving at all.
Even if I don't move, I have no intention of contacting him.
No phone calls, no text messages.
On the contrary, his actions of picking up the phone from time to time revealed a restless heart.
People who have always been in control of everything and have an insight into the overall situation have the illusion that they are being manipulated.
She is very much like the cat at home. When you come home, she will cling to you, but if you don’t come home, she will sleep on her own.
"I'm not ready yet."
"Ri"'s long-term relationship cannot give her any sense of security, and living together is a huge gamble.
She doesn't have the energy to gamble.
Ji Mingzong stared at her, looking at her with focused and unhurried eyes in the cramped and narrow space, like a ferocious beast appreciating the food he had hunted, which gave her a sense of oppression with nowhere to hide.
"That's fine," after a long while, he changed the subject: "It's up to you."
He has many ways to trick her slowly. If Yan Hui had heard this conversation between the two of them, he would definitely be sweating in his heart for Ji Lan. This sentence from a thousand-year-old fox is not a good word.
The car stopped smoothly at Lanting Villa. As soon as the two got out of the car, Ji Mingzong's phone rang.
He took a look at the phone and then cut it off.
He half-supported and half-supported Ji Lan into the house: "Take a bath?"
"I want to go home."
"Live here," Ji Mingzong said concisely.
"My aunt is here," the implication is that she won't be able to sleep tonight.
As soon as these words came out, Ji Mingzong was stunned for a few seconds, then his eyes were cold and solemn: "Ji Lan, I'm not as dirty as you think."
"Go take a shower," the man carried her into the bathroom and threw a set of silk pajamas to her.
Ji Lan took it in her hand and looked at it. The women's model was still her size, and it looked quite familiar.
"What are you——" Just as she was about to ask, the man's cell phone rang again.
Ji Mingzong picked up the phone and looked at Ji Lan: "I was afraid that Miss Ji would be yin and yang with me, so I bought the same style as the pajamas in your cabinet."
"Am I that kind of person?" Ji Lan curled her lips. There were some things she could do, but others couldn't say.
"You" she started and stopped, her eyes falling on the cell phone in the man's suit trouser pocket: "Don't answer it?"
"You wash it!"
The man turned around and went out. The bathroom door and the room door were slammed shut, but she couldn't hear the slightest sound.
Half an hour later, she finished drying her hair and went out. When she walked to the bed and was about to close the curtains, she caught a glimpse of the two people standing in the yard.
Zhao Jiahuai stood beside him, talking about something unknown. The cigarette in Ji Mingzong's hand was raised and dropped very frequently.
Perhaps Ji Lan's eyes were too naked. Zhao Jiahuai glanced at the second floor while turning his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Turning to look at Ji Mingzong: "The old lady has been in contact with the Tang family for a long time, and she wants to bring you and Tang Zhiyi together. In tonight's game, the team is big enough. Ji Mingda and Ji Hongyi have both gone, so I'm leaving you alone."
"She dares to think about arranging my life."
Ji Mingzong sneered and lit the ashes.
The blind date arranged by the old lady was not an impromptu event. She had been making preparations since the moment he landed in Beijing and Hong Kong, trying to use marriage to restrain him. However, what he didn't expect was that Ji Mingzong appeared to agree to the invitation, but in fact Played tricks.
It was a nice blind date party, but the leading actor was not present.
An empty plot.
In late spring and early summer, it had just rained, and the yard was wet. The person next to him was wearing a black suit and had a slender figure. The cigarette on his fingertips was going back and forth between light and dark. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor of the villa, 256 was jumping and grabbing. gauze curtain.
Zhao Jiahuai withdrew his gaze and said, "Your actions will probably make Ji Mingda and Ji Hongyi take advantage of you, and they will inevitably have to arrange you in front of the old lady."
"When are you going to use this card Ji Lan?"
There was silence in the villa courtyard.
The chirping of cicadas and birds in early summer is harsh and merciless.
Ji Mingzong pressed the ashes: "Over there at the Fifth Ring Road, where has Ji Mingda gone?"
"I am contacting the director. I have been in and out of the other party's house frequently recently. I guess I heard something."
"Tell Director Ming to accept whatever you give me."
Zhao Jiahuai nodded. Ji Mingzong avoided Ji Lan's question and did not answer. It was somewhat involved. It would be useless to talk more at this time.
Ji Mingzong took the last puff of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt at his feet, raised his foot and crushed it out: "Last time I heard you said you have a good relationship with the director of Beijing-Hong Kong Station?"
"Is there an arrangement?" Zhao Jiahuai was puzzled. Why did a man who never appeared in front of the media suddenly ask about matters in the media industry?
“I’ll make an appointment to meet you later.”
Zhao Jiahuai had a moment of clarity, fearing that it was not for himself, but for Ji Lan. He had just sent Jiang Shaoding to the front and now arranged for the Beijing-Hong Kong TV station. Ji Lan had a good ride.