Chapter 59 If we break up later, you are not allowed to break my legs?
"You're not home."
"You're going to leave if I'm not at home?" Ji Mingzong's breath was low and his tone was unstable.
"You're not at home and I'm staying here alone to guard the empty room?" Ji Lan felt that the man's evil fire was a bit inexplicable.
"I'm not at home for the time being, but it doesn't mean I won't come back forever," Ji Lan's strong words made people look even more gloomy.
She stared at him with an indescribable look on her face: "Mr. Ming, are you so bossy? You can't bear it when I come and go. If we break up later, you are not allowed to break my legs?"
Ji Lan interrupted the tense atmosphere in the living room with just one sentence.
He stared at her, his eyes not giving in, and the tug-of-war between the two started out of thin air. If he took another step, she would pour cold water on him.
A single spark can never start a prairie fire.
This little girl seems to be deliberately going against him.
Ji Mingzong was leaning against the door, with 256 screaming heart-piercingly. The man's wrist was on the door handle, as if he couldn't open it.
Ji Lan's gaze changed from slightly angry to shocked, and then calm and calm: "Ji Lan, would you like to try?"
The sound of "trying" came back to Ji Lan's ears tactfully, like she was looking forward to it.
Ji Lan pursed her lips, looked away from his face, turned and left the living room to get a glass of water.
Ji Mingzong opened the door, 256 ran out with the feather duster raised, and followed Ji Mingzong's footsteps into the sofa.
She went around his legs and begged to be touched, holding her throat. They were so tender and tender.
Ji Lan poured a glass of water out, sat at the dining table and looked at the scene in front of him, which felt unreal.
Ji Mingzong didn't have much patience with other people and subordinates, but he was particularly fond of animals.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, people in business and government will basically stop work and go home to spend time with their families.
It seems to have become a unified tacit understanding in the shopping mall.
Ji Lan had already experienced the tradition of not socializing during the New Year with Ji Hongyi.
Ji Mingzong returned home shortly before ten o'clock. He didn't smell of alcohol and was unlikely to socialize. Then she turned around and went into the kitchen to unpack the finished rice dumplings in the refrigerator and threw them into the steamer.
When the working sound of the range hood sounded in the Chinese kitchen, Ji Mingzong's fingertips on the cat's head paused slightly.
He stood up and headed towards the kitchen: "What are you cooking?"
"Zongzi," Ji Lan responded, and then perhaps felt that this answer was too ordinary, so he corrected: "I cooked it for you."
Ji Mingzong was stunned, staring at Ji Lan's back and wanting to penetrate her. The invisible possessiveness was torn apart in the small kitchen.
As the mist from the steamer dissipates, it spreads around.
When the hot rice dumplings came out of the pot, she brought them to the table, cut off the white thread, and placed a shiny fork beside the plate.
"Sit down! Why are you standing?"
Ji Mingzong obediently pulled up the chair and sat down, picked up the fork and opened the rice dumpling leaves. The rice dumplings with the flavor of fresh meat and red dates were put into his lips, sweet and greasy, just like this moment.
"Have a happy Dragon Boat Festival, Mr. Ming."
"Have a happy Dragon Boat Festival, Miss Ji."
Ji Mingzong's birth was like a winter rain, which could fall but was not needed.
For a couple whose careers were on the rise and who already had two sons, they got him by accident.
He was raised by a nanny and did not receive much love from his father or mother. His whole childhood life was really dull. What he can remember is the hurried back view of the two of them and the impressive sentence: We discussed it. I want to send you abroad to receive a better education.
It took more than ten years for the couple to retreat from the first line to the second line. They were too old to travel long distances, and they couldn't even hope to see him. He seemed to be a marginalized person who was exiled from the Ji family. Until he was in his twenties, the old lady remembered his son and called him frequently to try to maintain the broken relationship between mother and son.
But it was already too late.
Any domestic festival is extremely unfamiliar to him.
Only today, Ji Lan's words of "good health during the Dragon Boat Festival" brought him back to reality.
It soothed his restless heart.
The day after the Dragon Boat Festival is still on holiday.
In the evening, Ji Lan drove to pick up Xu Ying, who came out of the villa wearing a white lace miniskirt.
He looked like he was ready to go out, but not quite ready yet.
"Not leaving?"
"Why are you in a hurry? I bought a skirt, come up and try it on."
Ji Lan hesitated, not wanting to go in.
"I'm at home alone," Xu Ying noticed her concerns and greeted her.
"Is it too short?" The two of them entered the bedroom, and Xu Ying took out a red chiffon dress. After Ji Lan put it on, it was barely above her thighs, and there was a huge risk of being exposed.
"Sister, aren't you being tortured by old men? Isn't this skirt suitable for our age? If you don't wear miniskirts when you are twenty, why don't you wait until you are sixty to wear them?" Xu Ying muttered.
"Let's go, don't make ink marks. I'm going with a mission today," Xu Ying didn't give Ji Lan a chance to make ink marks.
The two went out and went straight to the auction center.
There are large-scale auctions in Beijing and Hong Kong every year before and after the New Year, which are favored by many wealthy people in Beijing and Hong Kong.
Ji Lan came several times, always accompanying Deng Yi.
She has always been generous with her money. She has a personal manager brought into the box at the auction center to serve her, so she doesn't have to do anything herself.
Xu Ying came this time with a mission from the Xu family. Although the Xu family was not as good as the Ji family, it was not bad either. The waiter led them all the way to the private room and passed the spiral staircase. There were rooms upstairs. The VIP box and the large floor-to-ceiling windows provide an unobstructed view of the auction house below.
"Third Master," Ji Mingzong also attended the auction that day, and Yan Hui followed. At this time, Ji Mingzong was chatting in the box. Yan Hui curled his neck and pushed the door in. He whispered tremblingly: "Miss Ji Coming."
Yan Hui said, quickly walked to the window and lowered the blinds.
I am afraid that my husband will fall off his horse.
Ji Mingzong tilted his head slightly and asked softly: "Who did you come with?"
"Miss Xu," Yan Hui thought to himself, this is the danger.
After all, Xu Ying has met the real owner and is quite interested in him.
If you recognize this, it won't be a matter of minutes to get involved?
Ji Mingzong frowned slightly, the impatience between his brows and eyes unable to be hidden.
"Is Director Ji in trouble?" the other party asked softly.
Ji Mingzong calmed down and smiled lightly: "Some trivial matters, where did we just talk?"
"We were talking about someone's illegal acquisition."
Ji Mingzong waved his fingertips and signaled Yan Hui to go out. The latter thought to himself, what a big heart! We can continue talking about this.
With the box door closed, Yan Hui leaned against the door and sighed softly. The corridors were connected. If Ji Lan and Xu Ying came out for a stroll on a whim, there was a high chance that he would be seen.
Yan Hui thought about it for a while, then ducked into the men's room.