Chapter 65 Chen Xu chased Miss Ji
"What are you doing with her?"
"It is said that Miss Ji has a warehouse in the Fifth Ring Road,"
Ji Mingda's two-hand preparation is really interesting. While dealing with the demolition office on the Fifth Ring Road, he asked Chen Xu to do the acquisition. Whether it would be successful or not, whether the development project would fall on him or not, he would not care. Losing money, otherwise we can say that we are capitalists!
Ji Mingzong's dark eyes were pressed downward, making it difficult to see his thoughts.
At the end of the day, he heard an inquiring voice: "Have you found the hotel yet?"
"Find it."
"Send Mr. Zhao over," the man reached out and pinched the cigarette ashes on the plate: "Let Zhang Ying stay and take care of you."
Yan Hui was stunned: "You want to go back?"
"Well," the tea entered the mouth, and the smell of wine never left. Ji Mingzong stroked the teacup with his fingertips: "Prepare the helicopter."
"It takes an hour to fly from Anshi to Beijing and Hong Kong. You drank so much tonight."
"Go and prepare," Ji Mingzong said, interrupting Yan Hui's concern and ramblings. The concise and concise words carried an oppressive tone that a superior would not tolerate.
Yan Hui turned around helplessly and went to prepare his machine.
Send Zhao Jiahuai to the hotel, and he leaves directly by helicopter on the top floor of the hotel.
A rumble sounded on the top floor. Zhang Ying sent the two of them up, frequently looking at Yan Xiang.
Ask what happened?
Usually there is no social occasion and drinking too much. Usually as long as there is nothing extremely important the next morning, I will probably stay overnight to rest.
But flying to Beijing and Hong Kong in the early morning today?
Something happened?
At half past one, the plane landed on the top floor of the InterContinental Hotel, across the river from Jin Mao Mansion.
Yan Hui got off the plane first, and when he was about to reach out to help someone, the latter stepped down, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. Yan Huixin was so frightened that he suddenly raised his throat: "Dr. Ji."
The man waved his hand: "No problem, prepare the car."
"Jin Mao Mansion."
Yan Hui:.
Did you fly all the way back just for a woman?
I don’t usually notice that he is a love brain!
On an early summer night, the wind outside the car window blew in with a warm breath. The back seat window was wide open. The man leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed to relax. The smell of alcohol circled around the car and flew out.
After about twenty minutes' journey, Ji Mingzong was mostly sober.
"I'll take you up."
"No, get off work!"
Yan Hui watched Ji Mingzong get on the elevator, stood in the elevator hall and watched the number of the elevator stop at the twentieth floor before leaving with confidence.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Ji Lan was sleeping and vaguely felt someone touching her. She woke up instantly and sat up from the bed with a "ho" sound.
"It's me," Ji Mingzong said in a deep tone, "Did I scare you?"
"Are you a ghost?" Ji Lan turned pale with fright and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp: "You stayed up in the middle of the night and came to scare me?"
"Sorry," he apologized and patted the place beside him: "Come here."
Ji Lan was frightened and woke up in the middle of the night. His temper was on the rise. A dim lamp beside the bed barely illuminated the bedroom, making Ji Mingzong's face half in the light and half in the dark, making it difficult to see clearly.
Just as she was about to freeze, she smelled the overwhelming smell of alcohol on his body, and her thoughts languished for a moment.
It would not do her any good to argue with a drunkard in the middle of the night.
"Drink too much?"
"Yes," Ji Mingzong responded warmly.
"I'll get you some medicine," Ji Lan crawled to the other side on hands and knees to put on her shoes. Ji Mingzong supported the bed and pushed the person into his arms with his big hands. What followed was a mountain of rapid and oppressive kisses. Ji Lan wanted to refuse, but was trapped in Ji Mingzong's hot chest. Escape.
The strong smell of alcohol enveloped her, urging the fire to turn brighter.
Ji Mingzong has been trying to sober up. He drinks no less than Zhao Jiahuai. He is asking for help at the wine table and does not refuse everyone who comes. But mixing white wine, beer and red wine is too hurtful.
He is not as free and easy as others.
This kind of thing like falling asleep with one's head covered after being drunk had never happened to him before. The tension in his bones was deeply hidden in his bones, and he could only occasionally reveal it when he couldn't help it.
Drunken revelry.
More powerful, domineering and hot than usual.
Ji Lan was thrown into the sea and picked up again and again several times.
The inescapable emotions penetrate the brain and hit the soul.
Towards the end, she struggled like a thirsty fish.
"Don't touch me," Ji Lan said hoarsely, lying on the bed with red eyes, weakly slapping the man's arm away.
People who have had enough wine and food are especially patient and coax her: "Okay, don't touch it."
"Wipe it, make yourself comfortable so you can sleep."
He coaxed her with words, but showed no intention of stopping in action.
"Can't you hear me yelling no more?" Ji Lan felt aggrieved.
The man sighed and had no choice but to hold back his laughter: "Lan Lan, you'll get upset."
Ji Lan was so angry that he lifted the quilt to cover himself.
When the heavy quilt was pulled down, the smell of lust and alcohol came together, and she suddenly pushed the quilt aside. Before she could say anything, she pulled the quilt away with her big hands and the blanket fell down.
At five o'clock, when Yan Hui received a call from Ji Mingzong, he had some doubts about life.
At half past five, the Maybach parked under the Jinmao Mansion, drove out of the parking lot, and headed steadily towards Fengming Capital.
Yan Hui drove the car, his mind confused.
His eyes frequently fell to the back seat, thinking to himself, he wouldn't believe it if he arrived at Jinmao Mansion at two o'clock. It would take three o'clock to finish cleaning up without burning a fire.
Call him at five o'clock.
In other words, after drinking too much at a party, going back to have a hard time, sleeping for less than two hours, and then getting up to go to work?
Can you die suddenly?
I really want to buy insurance for my boss. If the boss dies, he will become rich.
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Yan Hui's pain was not worth mentioning to Zhang Ying. He drank at the banquet last night and was doing service. He thought he could rest in the morning, but before seven o'clock, he received a call from a colleague in the secretarial office saying that Director Ji wanted documents.
At this time, he was still in the big bed of Anshi Hotel, taking care of a drunkard all night, and had to crawl back to work in the early morning.
Bitter melon is not as bitter as his life.
"Are you ready with the materials I asked you to prepare?"
"Ready," Zhang Ying responded with a sigh of relief: "As long as Chen Xu's acquisition is in place, we can send it out."
"It's just..." Zhang Ying hesitated: "We haven't found a suitable starter."
"Is it difficult?" Ji Mingzong asked without raising his head.
"The Chen family is nothing to be afraid of, but many people don't dare to rely on the Ji family," Zhang Ying said, pondered for a while, and said cautiously: "Miss Ji is quite suitable."
Ji Mingzong's signature pen paused suddenly, and he slowly raised his head to look at him, his eyes cold and ruthless.
Zhang Ying gritted his teeth and continued to speak: "Miss Ji and Chen Xu had some connections in the early years. Chen Xu chased Miss Ji, but was beaten back by Ji Xian. If the Chen family's matter this time is handled by the Ji family, Solving it will definitely severely damage the vitality of the second room of the Ji family, and even make the first room and the second room turn against each other.”