Chapter 63 Emotional Buyout
The moment the old lady saw the newspaper, her expression instantly changed from a gentle mother to a ruthless family controller.
A fierce intention flashed through him.
Ji Mingzongquan pretended not to notice, holding a brown towel and slowly wiping the water stains on the table.
Let the old lady sit opposite and suffer in vain.
If something like this happened, according to her temperament, she should immediately summon Ji Hongyi to ask about the situation.
But now, she has just come to him, and the drama of mother-son love has not yet begun.
Stay, feeling uneasy.
Walk? Not willing to give in.
Ji Mingzong neither pushed her away nor tried to persuade her to stay. He held the tea cup and suppressed the sneer in his heart to see what choice the old lady would make this time.
And this choice, in the eyes of some people, is just one of the daily choices, ordinary and not worth mentioning.
When the door of the suite closed, Ji Mingzong placed the cup in his hand on the nanmu table, took out the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, held it to his lips and lit it.
The sound of the lighter being dropped on the table was hollow and crisp.
His broad back was leaning on the Taishi chair, feeling lonely and lonely.
The smoke swirled up and disappeared in the air. When the ash fell into the ashtray, the man's light laughter was extremely ironic.
"Shu Wen, shouldn't I leave?" In the elevator, the old lady was worried: "I always felt that the way Ming Zong looked at me just now was very cold."
Shu Wen stood aside, not knowing how to speak. It was unconscionable to persuade or not, and she knew that a person with the old lady's personality might not want to listen to advice at the moment.
After thinking for a long time, he finally said: "Third Master is old and will understand you."
The old lady felt a little relieved when she heard Shu Wen's words.
He nodded and said seriously: "I hope so!"
After the cigarette was gone, Ji Mingzong called Yan Hui and glanced at the thermos bucket lying aside: "It's lost."
Yan Hui didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and went out with the thermos bucket.
It was obviously inappropriate to throw it in the trash can in the suite. Yan Hui went all the way downstairs and carried the insulated bucket to the first floor. Outside the elevator room, the hotel's large trash can was placed in the corner. Yan Hui stood at the elevator entrance. Before it came out, I raised my hand and with a "dong" sound, the thermos bucket went into the trash can.
The woman who was standing aside waiting for the bus was startled. Subconsciously, the old lady looked back and saw Yan Hui's figure revealed in the slightly closed elevator door.
There was a voice in her heart that forced her to go to the trash can. She walked over and her fingertips trembled when she saw the thermal bucket lying in the green trash can.
Shu Wen stood aside, slightly unbearable.
But it was only for a moment.
In June of 2010, the old lady was seventy and nine, approaching eighty, the year of the Zang Dynasty.
He has gone through most of his life journey, experienced many ups and downs, and made important contributions to society and his family. This should be an important life milestone, marking a new stage in life.
But unfortunately, God did not fulfill people's wishes.
Her impulsive actions in middle age are destined to bring storms to her later life.
She couldn't win over Ji Mingzong's heart.
That night, the old lady had no intention of taking charge of the affairs of the Ji family's main room, and sat in the living room of the Ji family manor all night.
On the other side, Ji Mingzong's cigarette box bottomed out.
The outstretched hand fell empty, and he finally regained consciousness.
What you can't get as a teenager may not be in your hands when you are thirty. This is life.
At eleven o'clock sharp, Ji Mingzong stood up and prepared to leave.
I received a call from Zhang Ying halfway: "Dr. Ji, Ji Hongyi's 60 million has arrived."
The man understood: "Go out and walk around for a while and then bring it back in." "Understood."
"Wait a minute," Ji Mingzong leaned on the back seat with a cold expression: "Call Ji Lan."
I was standing up for her, so the money should be credited to her account.
Capitalists want money to be transferred to their accounts reasonably and legally, and there are many ways to do it.
In less than two hours, a reasonable and legal amount of income was transferred from the public account of a certain international entertainment venue to Ji Lan's account.
After sending Ji Xian away, she stood at the door, holding her mobile phone and looking at the more than 50 million that suddenly arrived in her account.
Dumbfounded.
Windfall?
She bought the lottery ticket and forgot about it?
Where else would this money come from?
With a fortune coming from heaven, should she call the police? What if the money comes from a bad source?
Ji Lan stood in the room, her mind spinning wildly. She thought about thousands of possibilities, but she never thought that the money would be transferred to her by Ji Mingzong.
Just as the villain in Ji Lan's heart was pulling wildly, his fingertips landed on the dial button of the phone. The three numbers 110 were already displayed on the screen, and he was about to dial it.
Ji Mingzong's text message came in. Just like him, it was concise and concise, pointing out the main point: [Keep it]
Ji Lan's heart was full of excitement, and thousands of words were rolling in his throat, and he threw them out with a question mark.
Ji Lan: [? 】
Ji Mingzong: [Emotional Buyout Gold]
Ji Lan smiled slightly while holding the phone, and sat back on the sofa with the phone, fingertips roaming on the keyboard: [Mr. Ming is grand]
After this text message, there was no reply.
Ji Lan always felt that when she was here with Ji Mingzong, she was the Siberian forest cat raised in a luxurious villa.
He stood up, but at certain times, he was unusually calm and restrained.
The next morning, Deng Yi probably had time to deal with her.
She had just entered the company. Zhang Fan was waiting in the lobby on the first floor with an ugly face. When he saw her coming, he hurriedly greeted her: "Your adoptive mother is here again. She was so aggressive early in the morning. I was surprised. Don't rich people even sleep? ? We opened the door at 8 a.m. and 7 a.m. "
Ji Lan didn't stop moving forward and glanced sideways at her: "Did you say these words in front of her?"
Zhang Fan was stunned and a little confused: "Of course not!"
"Zhang Fan," Ji Lan said in a cold tone, "I suggest you follow Xu Ying's example and complain in front of the person involved."
Are you complaining to her because you think she's not annoying enough?
Zhang Fan was startled and shut up.
As soon as Ji Lan entered, the teacup in Deng Yi's hand broke at his feet.
Ji Lan took a step back, shook his legs, and shook off the glass shards at his feet.
"You just smash me to death, should Ji Rourou be stupid or not?"
"Ji Lan, are you very proud?" Deng Yi was furious. If there was no comparison, forget it, but Ji Lan had this sharp contrast right in front of him. While Ji Hongyi was belittling his own daughter, he pushed Ji Lan onto the high platform.
Make her feel ashamed.
"What am I proud of? Is your retribution coming?" Ji Lan was very calm: "Is it because of me that Ji Rourou spends so much money? Is it because of me that slanders the family?"
"I'm good enough. I haven't said anything disparaging about Ji Rourou in front of outsiders. She provoked me in front of everyone, and I could avoid it as much as I could. How come I'm here with you? All the bad things about her are Did I cause it?”
"Ms. Deng, when you were young, you acted on your own initiative and caused your daughter to be stolen. You just didn't reflect on your own mistakes. You still expect me to take the blame for you?"
"Ji Lan, are your wings stiff?" Deng Yi sneered: "You are just a struggling ant. If you don't like Li Zhen, then find someone else."