Chapter 61 Let’s see where you can go with these few taels of thin cloth
The auction was not over yet. When Xu Ying came out to use the toilet, he saw staff members whispering in the corridor. He vaguely seemed to hear When Ji Rourou's name came up, she walked over and listened in the corner with some surprise.
When the words "news, Ji Rourou, spending a lot of money" were connected together, Xu Ying could probably guess what happened.
Open Baidu on your phone and enter the search bar.
When the news popped up in the entertainment newspaper, she was surprised.
Who did Ji Rourou offend?
The other party is so awesome.
News spreads so fast.
"Look," Xu Ying handed the phone to Ji Lan.
She picked it up and looked at it.
"Who do you think Ji Rourou offended? The other party was too fast."
Ji Lan handed the phone back to Xu Ying: "Could it be the person in box number one?"
"Who is it? How old is it? Dare you offend the Ji family?"
"I don't know." Ji Lan stood up and picked up the bag on the sofa: "Let's go!"
At eight o'clock, they left early and headed all the way to the parking lot. The black Mercedes-Benz was parked in the parking lot. The sunlight above their heads shone brightly on Ji Lan's car.
"Has your car been sent for refurbishment?"
Ji Lan's car has been dusty for a long time, and it has almost become the company's business car. It is dirty inside and out.
I didn't take a closer look when I came here, but now Xu Ying felt something was wrong.
"No, the car is washed."
"Where did you wash it? It's so clean?" Xu Ying stretched out his fingertips and touched the car body. It was spotless.
"Get in the car!" Ji Lan changed the topic. It's hard to say that Ji Mingzong asked Yan Hui to take someone to wash it by hand last night, right?
In the middle of the shower, she went to the balcony to answer the phone and heard Yan Hui complaining to the bodyguard that her car was soaked.
Washing is worse than changing.
Anyway, Ji Mingzong is not without money.
"Is my phone in your bag?"
Ji Lan picked up the bag and rummaged through it, but didn't find it: "Did it fall on the sofa?"
"I'll take a look. You get in the car and wait for me."
Xu Ying hurriedly took the elevator upstairs. Ji Lan was about to open the car door and get in the car. A black Maybach drove slowly beside her. The window was halfway down, revealing Ji Mingzong's deep red phoenix eyes.
The man's eyes were scrutinizing, moving slowly from her face to the hem of her skirt, making it clear that Ji Lan had nowhere to hide.
A hard tone floated out from the crack of the car window: "Want me to get out of the car and invite you?"
"I'm driving," Ji Lan unconsciously closed her legs.
"Ji Lan," Mr. Ji said in a bad tone, "You are addicted to rejecting me, aren't you?"
Ji Lan was startled, then hesitated for a few seconds and resigned himself to opening the door and getting in the car.
Before getting in the car, he opened the door and threw the car keys into the driver's seat. He called Xu Ying and told her that she had met an acquaintance and asked her to drive back.
In the back seat of the Maybach, Ji Mingzong lit a cigarette unhurriedly.
Taking a deep breath, his blurred eyes fell on Ji Lan's white thighs, his eyes like knives wishing to cut her legs into pieces.
Ji Lan pulled at the hem of her skirt uncomfortably, trying to cover her legs.
The man made a sound and reached out to tap the ashtray on the ashtray by the door: "Tear, let's see where you can get these few taels of thin cloth."
"Are you a pervert? You just stare at girls' legs."
"I can't watch my girlfriend?" "That's not how you see it," Ji Lan snapped back.
Ji Mingzong laughed angrily: "Okay, you have to be tough."
The man reached out and adjusted the position of the vents on the back seat. All the air vents were aimed at Ji Lan: "Adjust the air conditioner to the maximum. Miss Ji must be afraid of the heat because she is dressed so coolly."
Ji Lan: .Day! This old thing.
Are you going to freeze him to death?
Scheming bitch!
When the cold wind from the air conditioner blew onto Ji Lan's legs, she could vaguely see the cold hairs on her legs standing up one by one.
It was so cold that I got goosebumps.
He stared hard at Ji Mingzong. For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate. Yan Hui's hand holding the steering wheel loosened and tightened, then tightened and then loosened tremblingly.
He looked through his eyes, nose, and heart, and gave a thoughtful advice: "Miss Ji, if you feel cold, just say something and I'll shut it down."
Ji Lan recognized the situation, but couldn't keep his face down, so he stiffly said two words: "I'm cold."
Yan Hui was startled and glanced at Ji Lan through the rearview mirror, thinking to himself, it's useless for you to tell me! You have to tell the big Buddha next to you.
Ji Mingzong's face was gloomy and he sat motionless beside him.
He looked at her with cold eyes.
Wait for her to lower her head and speak.
Who is Ji Lan? Having been under someone else's roof for so many years, she is used to guessing people's hearts. If Ji Mingzong's attitude was unclear a month ago, she might still bow her head.
But now...she has the advantage.
Bow? Doesn't exist.
If you don't ask for more privileges while he's on top, why don't you wait until you don't love her anymore? ?
"Stop!" Ji Lan said coldly.
Yan Hui was stunned and thought: I don’t dare!
"I asked you to stop the car," Ji Lan spoke again, her tone a little higher.
Beside him, Ji Mingzong sneered: "See if he dares."
"Ji Lan! Have you taken Qiao?" He said in a soft tone, but his dignity could not be reduced: "I don't have much patience. Here, if you are obedient and stay, there is no such thing as being kicked if you don't obey. No matter how stubborn you are, I have more. I'll take care of you."
"Drive to Nanhai Road."
Yan Hui drove all the way to Nanhai Road, driving at a steady speed, crossing the traffic and driving directly into the parking lot. In the VIP parking space downstairs of an independent building, a man in a suit bent to greet him.
"Get out of the car." The man got out of the car first and saw Ji Lan sitting motionless in the car: "Want me to treat you?"
"Has Mr. Ming always treated his girlfriend like this?"
The man's tone was unclear: "Unfortunately, you are the first."
"So I deserve to be treated as your subordinate?" Ji Lan's expression was grim, thinking about Ji Mingzong's words that there are plenty of ways to deal with her.
Feeling uncomfortable all over.
"If your subordinates are so stubborn with you, they will either get out or dig roads in Africa." The man's hand on the car door tightened a little: "Jilan, for the last time, get out of the car."
Ji Lan got out of the car resigned to his fate and followed Ji Mingzong all the way upstairs. He entered from the first negative floor and entered a huge clothing store. The entire store was locked from the inside and there were no other customers. The store manager followed behind him without saying a word. .
Ji Mingzong walked to the display rack nearby, picked out a knee-length skirt and handed it to her: "Go and change into it."
Ji Lan:......So? Is it because her skirt is too short?
Ji Lan laughed angrily.
Ji Mingzong stared at him for a long time and choked out a sentence: "The old man just has a lot of things to do."
Ji Mingzong was stunned, and suddenly became angry and shouted angrily: "Ji Lan!"