Chapter 52 The cat and I choose one, who do you choose?
"I'm on my way to Anshi. Well, I have something to do."
Ji Mingzong sent Zhao Jiahuai away. When he opened the door and walked in, he saw Ji Lan sitting on the sofa holding his knees and talking nonsense to the person on the other side.
And obviously, the other party is Ji Xian.
The friendship between the adopted daughter and her brother is half-light and half-dark.
From Ji Lan's perspective, Ji Xian only cares about her purely, but as they are both men, the possessiveness in her eyes is obvious.
Ji Lan saw someone coming in and found a reason to hang up the phone.
"Mr. Zhao is gone?"
"Yes," Ji Mingzong responded: "The hangover medicine is on the dining table downstairs. Go take it."
"Oh," Ji Lan responded lazily. Just as he was about to ask Ji Mingzong why he didn't serve it directly, the man's words followed: "Play with 256."
"I don't dare," Ji Lan paused at the door: "It could kill me even if it loses a hair."
"Nonsense," the man scolded her abruptly: "You can't generalize."
"Mr. Ming, the cat or I have to choose one, who do you choose?" In Ji Mingzong's eyes, this question is similar to whether your mother and I fell into the water at the same time.
Ji Mingzong took out the mobile phone and cigarette case from his pocket and put them on the drawer in the bedroom. He unbuttoned the cufflinks slowly: "Choose you."
"You always have a conscience."
Ji Mingzong gave her a half-hearted look and said, "Cats are smart. If they are thrown out, they will run back on their own."
Ji Lan:.
In the latter half of the night, Ji Lan tossed and turned, enduring the discomfort for a long time, and finally turned over and sat up from the bed when she couldn't bear it anymore.
I picked up the phone on the bedside table and looked at the time, three in the morning.
There is no one around.
I turned on the light, held my stomach and helped me downstairs to pour a cup of hot water. I was sweating from the pain and wanted to squat down along the sideboard.
Someone grabbed his arm and picked him up.
Concerned voices sounded above the head: "What's wrong?"
"My aunt is in pain." During her menstrual period and drinking alcohol, the pain took away half of her life.
Ji Mingzong carried her to the sofa and wrapped her in a blanket. He bent down and touched her neck. Seeing the cold sweat on his hand, he pulled out a tissue and wiped her neck: "Can I take ibuprofen?"
"Can."
Ji Mingzong left and came back with a cup of warm water and medicine in his hand.
The sustained-release ibuprofen capsules took effect slowly, but at least they provided some psychological comfort. She slumped on the sofa, and her tense back rarely relaxed a little.
The man squatted beside her, rubbed his palms and inserted them into the hem of her clothes, covering her belly and rubbing slowly.
"You're still drinking when you're on your period?"
Ji Lan gasped uneasily: "I don't want to either."
How can a person wander around the world without getting stabbed?
"The Ji family has so many properties. If you just join any company, wouldn't the people below have to treat you as their ancestor?"
Ji Lan raised his eyes and spoke weakly: "Then I will be twenty in this life."
With Deng Yi's temperament, if she dared to enter the family business to share the spoils of her son and daughter, it would be a matter of time before she was killed.
"Jilan," Ji Mingzong called her softly: "Girls, if your bones are too hard, you will suffer."
Ji Lan said nothing.
Over the years, if I hadn't still had some toughness, I would have been eaten up and wiped clean by others.
At the moment, she couldn't understand the profound meaning of Ji Mingzong's words.
But years later, when I thought about this sentence again, I discovered the truth.
Standing at the age of 27 and looking back at the journey of my heart at the age of 20, I am on the verge of suffering a loss every step of the way.
Ji Mingzong stood up and left, then came back. A soft thing was pressed against his belly. Ji Lan was startled and suddenly opened his eyes and looked over. He saw 256 obediently lying on his body, with thick fur and a warm sound. It's like a stove, much easier to use than a man's hand.
Ji Lan glanced down at it, and when he saw 256's light green pupils, the little guy meowed. "Upstairs?"
Ji Mingzong kept cats, but never let them enter the bedroom. Today was a rare exception.
When 256 entered the bedroom for the first time, he was a little excited and wanted to struggle out of Ji Lan's arms, but Ji Mingzong reached out and held his head and patted him: "Be honest."
Mao Zizi lay down beside Ji Lan without moving, as if he could understand people's words.
The medicine took effect and Ji Lan fell into a drowsy sleep.
When the bedroom door was lightly closed, Yan Hui came up from the first floor covered in dust.
"The old lady is asking someone to check your latest residence."
"Where did you find it?"
"Intercontinental Hotel," Yan Hui looked at the person, feeling uneasy.
If it was just a matter of time before, checking after checking would not make any big waves, but now, with Ji Lan around him, there is a risk of falling off the horse at any time.
He wasn't sure when Ji Lan's card would be released.
Is it true, or is it necessary for the plot?
If it is really the boss, we have to think long term.
"And," Yan Hui was afraid to say, "Ms. Ji's partner Xu Ying has been asking around about you."
Ji Mingzong frowned: "Is something wrong?"
"Maybe I'm attracted by your handsomeness."
Otherwise, why would you start asking around after meeting him from a distance?
Ji Mingzong:
"Don't worry. Didn't Third Master say it? It's a traffic jam."
The old lady leaned on the sofa, supported her head, and said worriedly: "You believe him."
"I'm now afraid that the more than ten years of living abroad will cause separation between mother and son." Thinking of what happened back then, the old lady also regretted it: "It would have been better if I hadn't sent him out back then."
"The third child treats me respectfully on the surface, but in fact he is distant in his heart. Shu Wen, I am really worried about giving Hengli to someone who doesn't care about the Ji family. But if he doesn't give it to me, I probably won't even think about his son." Want it.”
Shu Wen followed the old lady's back and didn't know how to respond.
Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite.
To put it bluntly, the old lady's worry is that she doesn't love the third master enough.
If you love enough, there won't be so many reasons.
The purpose of arranging a marriage between him and the Tang family was just to control him.
In the Ji family, everyone can't tell the difference between ghosts and ghosts, and everyone is calculating each other's value in their hearts.
The next day, heavy rain fell and spring thunder rolled. When Ji Mingzong left the villa, he took Ji Lan to the company.
The car was parked in an open-air parking lot. Yan Hui took out an umbrella from the passenger seat and prepared to get out and open the door.
Ji Lan stopped him: "Give me the umbrella and just get down by yourself."
Yan Hui glanced at Ji Mingzong, and with tacit approval, he dared to hand over the umbrella.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Xu Ying came out of the convenience store downstairs with a cup of coffee and glanced at the black Maybach walking away: "Who sent you here?"
"friend."
"Limited edition Maybach," Xu Ying muttered: "Since when did you meet such a big shot?"
"Xu Qian has wanted to buy this car for a long time, but he couldn't get it."
Ji Lan didn't know why: "Is it valuable?"
"Limited release, capital verification is required, ordinary people are not qualified," the two stepped into the elevator.
Xu Ying thought of something, and something flashed through her mind: "The boss of Fengming Capital also uses this car."
"Who?" Ji Lan paused.