Chapter 54 Ji Mingzong: Just cooking?
Ji Lan's message went unanswered for a long time.
I finally made a phone call.
That side picked up quickly.
"Are you done?" Ji Lan waited for this call for a very long time.
I was thinking about the time to call someone, hoping that the other party would pick up the call.
"For the time being," Ji Mingzong responded and glanced at Meng Qinghe beside him. Before the latter could bring the tea cup to his lips, someone threw him a knife at him.
Frankly turned around and went out, not forgetting to take away the tea cup before leaving.
"I'll wait for you at the villa tonight?"
"Yeah!" The man responded calmly: "I will be back very late."
"How late does it mean?" It was too late and she had already gone to bed. Why take pictures?
"It's hard to say," Ji Mingzong responded bluntly.
"How about," Ji Lan hesitated, "should I go another day?"
"What? You're no longer interested if I come back late?"
"Aren't I afraid of disturbing you?" Ji Lan was talking nonsense.
"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Ji Mingzong asked and pushed her into the pit.
In the evening, Ji Lan packed her things and left work early. Before leaving, Zhang Fan sent over the company's financial statements. She didn't have time to read them, so she took them and stuffed them into her bag and left.
It was less than 7:30 when we returned to Lanting Villa. The air conditioner was on and the temperature was suitable. Ji Lan heard a slight noise while standing at the entrance.
He was about to take out his mobile phone and call Ji Mingzong.
A well-dressed lady wearing an apron came out of the kitchen. When she saw her, she wiped her hands and greeted her with a smile: "Is this Miss Ji?"
"Sir has already said hello and said you would come tonight."
maid?
Ji Lan calmed down, changed her shoes and went into the house.
"Have Miss Ji had dinner? If not, I will stay and cook for you."
"Any food?"
"Yes, sir, there are occasional needs. There are fresh vegetables in the refrigerator at all times."
Ji Lan understood and nodded: "You can get off work! I'll do it myself."
"This" Auntie was a little embarrassed. She received a call in the afternoon and Qian Dingzhuwan told her to take good care of her: "Sir, he will blame me if he finds out."
"Mr. Ming?" When Ji Lan bent down to put away his bag, he asked seemingly casually but actually he was full of scheming.
Fortunately, the aunt is also smart, and Yan Hui has said hello in advance, otherwise she will be designated as a gangster.
When Ji Lan threw these words out, she saw people looking at her with confused expressions, knowing that there was nothing she could say. Also, a black-hearted person like Ji Mingzong would definitely not be fooled by people around her.
At eight o'clock, she took a shower and changed into home clothes and went out to open the refrigerator. The upper shelf was filled with fruits, vegetables and fresh meat. She had to ensure that these things were always available for occasional needs.
It can be seen that Ji Mingzong does not live here often.
The aunt comes to clean up the house and 256 every day.
At nine-thirty, Ji Mingzong exchanged glasses with others at the entertainment table, and Zhang Ying was responsible for serving beside him.
During this period, Yan Hui came in and said something in his ear.
The man lowered his eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed.
At ten o'clock, the entertainment ended with a few words from Ji Mingzong, and preparations were made for the transition.
Today's society is like this. Things that are not easy to talk about during the Qingming Festival are easy to talk about, such as eating and drinking. Naturally, the transition after the meal will not be so clean. When Zhang Ying took everyone to the Beijing-Hong Kong Club.
Send the person into the box, deliberately go out and make a phone call before coming back in. "Everyone, Ji Dong's car was hit by someone on the road. He may have to come over later. Let's have fun first?"
"Okay, okay," there are too many people in a place like the Beijing-Hong Kong Club. It's rare to come in once, so naturally no one will waste this rare spring night.
"Then I'll make arrangements," Zhang Ying greeted with a smile, opened the door and went out, muttering to himself that ever since Ji Dong got involved with women, the car had been scratched several times throughout the day.
This excuse has been tried time and time again.
At half past ten, Ji Mingzong returned home like an arrow.
When he opened the door and smelled the delicious food, he was in a trance for a moment. Hearing the sound of the door opening, 256 ran towards him with his big tail raised and coquettishly. The man patted its head perfunctorily while he lowered his head to change his shoes.
"Back?"
"What to eat?"
The two said in unison.
Ji Lan put down his legs on the dining chair and watched Ji Mingzong walking over. He lowered his head and glanced at the four dishes and one soup on the table: "Did you make it yourself?"
"kindness!"
"Bring me some dishes and chopsticks."
Ji Lan was confused: "Isn't it a social occasion?"
"It's all gone," Ji Mingzong responded to Ji Lan's words as he washed his hands in the kitchen. He took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his cufflinks and came in. Ji Lan had already set out the dishes and chopsticks.
Four dishes and one soup were served, and a beautiful dinner plate was chosen. It looked like a lot of thought had been put into it.
Ji Mingzong picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and chatted in a homely manner: "Have you ever learned to cook?"
"Self-taught."
"With so many nannies and aunties in the Ji family, why do you still need to be self-taught?" Ji Mingzong was very curious about her growing environment.
Although they know that Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi are not good people, they are not stupid enough to follow the truth on such a superficial thing.
"The nanny aunt also has a holiday," Guan Dengyi would give her aunt at home a holiday every year. Often during the Chinese New Year, when they socialized the most, she would sometimes stay at home alone for a week.
If you don't learn to cook for yourself, you will starve to death sooner or later.
Ji Mingzong tightened his grip on the chopsticks: "Have you never thought about finding your biological parents?"
"You have to give in!" Ji Lan responded without interest. When he picked up a chicken wing and threw it into his bowl, he stopped him angrily: "Can we talk about something happy?"
"Eating my food and poking my scars, is there any justice left?"
Ji Mingzong laughed: "My fault."
"Miss Ji is good at cooking," he praised generously.
"It's rare to cook, so I wanted to take a photo to remember it," Ji Lan said, taking out her phone and getting ready.
Ji Mingzong acted casually, wrapped his palm around her and took the phone away: "I've eaten so much. Isn't it just scraps? I'll do it next time."
"It doesn't matter, do I still dislike myself?" Ji Lan wanted to take the phone, but was pushed back by someone pressing his shoulder.
He reminded in a cold voice: "Eat well first."
The man scooped up a bowl of radish and pork ribs soup. The porcelain spoon clinked against the edge of the soup bowl, and he spoke warmly: "I recently contacted the director of Beijing and Hong Kong TV stations to talk about your company's new drama. Say hello to the artists in the company. Be careful in everything you do to avoid things going wrong.”
Ji Lan was shocked, was the efficiency so fast?
She thought that with their current relationship, this person would drag things out for a while even if they weren't just talking.
Didn't expect it to be so fast.
Ji Mingzong drank half a bowl of soup and saw that the person was stunned and said nothing: "Is it difficult?"
"No, it's not embarrassing." Ji Lan picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Ming, eat more. Tell me what you want to eat later and I'll cook it for you and pack something delicious."
Ji Mingzong:
The man's smiling eyes glanced at Ji Lan, and his eyes followed her chopsticks to his bowl: "Do you only cook?"
"What else does Mr. Ming want to do?"
The man opened his thin lips lightly and silently said a word, which made Ji Lan's scalp numb.