Chapter 71 Move to Lanting
Ji Lan studied Ji Mingzong's expression and saw a dark gloom between his brows and eyes.
I didn’t continue to be stubborn with others.
"Ready to sleep?"
"Yes," Ji Lan responded lightly: "I'm tired."
"Are you tired of beating people?" Mr. Ji's light words fell on Ji Lan's ears, and the latter was stunned.
"Ming is always clairvoyant or is he a clairvoyant? Maybe he has an spy next to me?"
The man chuckled: "You dare to think about it."
"You also planted an spy? Why didn't you say that I pressed the surveillance button on you?" The man walked past her and entered the bedroom: "How dare you blatantly deal with people in a place like the Beijing-Hong Kong Club? Don't be afraid to cover it up. You can't suppress gossip. ?”
"I'm really afraid that Feng Yan Feng Yu won't touch him."
"Ji Lan, you can only do it for a short while to deal with people on the spot." Ji Mingzong helped her analyze tonight's incident from the perspective of an elder: "Even if the Chen family tolerates this matter on the surface, they will also treat it secretly. You use your methods, how much do you think you can compete with others with just the small studio in your hand?"
The man had a serious look on his face and seemed to be preaching.
Although Ji Lan knew it, she didn't go along with his wishes at this time. She moved her eyebrows slightly and shrugged delicately: "It doesn't matter, I have Mr. Ming."
"Mr. Ming won't watch others bully me, right?"
Ji Mingzong was stunned and looked back at her. Ji Lan shamelessly came over and grabbed his arm, coquettishly, with crooked eyebrows and cute little white rabbit, which made people want to ravage him.
The man's expression gradually darkened.
His deep eyes stared at Ji Lan, like a pool of spring water locking her tightly, leading her to fall.
"Ji Lan," Ji Mingzong pulled her arm away, pushed her shoulders to the closet door on one side, grabbed her chin and rubbed it slowly: "You should know that I will protect you. There is a price."
"For example?" Ji Lan tilted his head.
"How much sincerity I show, how much love you give me back, nothing less will do."
Ji Lan asked: "What if there is less?"
"Then..." Ji Mingzong didn't rush to speak. He rubbed her face with his rough thumbs and said calmly, "Until you come back."
Ji Mingzong was never a good person.
When he was a teenager, he designed his housekeeper and driver to go abroad with him, so that they would stay overseas forever and never be able to set foot in this homeland again.
In my early twenties, I entered the financial industry and have struggled all the way to this day. My hard work has paved the way home.
And in his thirty-year-old life, everything he wants is firmly in his hands.
Money, power, career, and now women.
Their eyes met, and when Ji Mingzong's magnanimous gaze locked on hers, she was a little panicked and wanted to escape, but she felt it was too revealing.
"Mr. Ming wants to marry me?"
"Marry?" Ji Mingzong's thin lips curled up slightly: "Do you really think that a marriage contract and a seal can solidify the marriage relationship?"
"At the very least, it's legal."
Ji Mingzong stared at her, his indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate into her bones: "Is it legal?"
The man took a step back slowly, reached out to unbutton his shirt one by one, and looked at her with his deep eyes: "It is legal for the Ji family to adopt you."
"Being together and getting married is not the most basic respect for this relationship? Mr. Ming doesn't want me to be a mistress, right?"
Ji Lan knew that the two of them could still talk about love, but if they talked about marriage, they would regard it as a scourge and avoid it.
When we talk about this topic, we don’t really want to get a marriage certificate from him.
I just want to take the lead.
The man raised his hand and threw the white shirt on Ji Lan, and she reached out to catch it. What responded to her was Ji Mingzong's superior coldness: "Kindness and respect are like underwear, everyone wears it. If someone puts it on their head, they must have ulterior motives."
The Ji family is a good example.
Ji Lan watched him go into the bathroom and thought about Ji Mingzong's words for a long time before suddenly bursting into laughter: The old man always speaks so to the point.
She threw the shirt in her hand into the dirty clothes basket and just entered the bedroom when she heard the doorbell.
Yan Hui stood at the door, holding a nanmu box in his hand and handing it to her: "Miss Ji, sir asked me to deliver it."
Ji Lan didn't think much. He reached out to take it and asked, "Why does your husband have the key to my house?"
"Sir, I've got one."
Ji Lan:.
Yan Hui looked at Ji Lan's cold eyes and clicked his tongue. It's over. He said the wrong thing again.
His mind was racing, trying to find something to make up for: "Sir, he also cares about you, so he wants to do something!"
The door was slammed shut.
Ji Mingzong came out wrapped in a bath towel and wiping his wet hair. He happened to see Ji Lan holding Heizi on the coffee table in the living room.
"Yan Hui will send it over."
Ji Mingzong casually put the towel on the back of the dining chair: "It's for you."
"Open it and take a look."
He poured a glass of water, rested his elbows on the back of the chair, and looked at Ji Lan lazily.
The latter opened the box, revealing a pale pink vase made of glazed material.
Ji Lan's eyes moved from the vase to Ji Mingzong, and he lightly opened his thin lips: "Pink glaze jade pot and spring vase, made during the Yongzheng period."
"True? False?" Ji Lan was a little confused. This man vomited gold coins quite frequently.
"Ji Lan!" Ji Mingzong's eyes darkened, and he laughed as if he was angry: "You are doubting my strength."
"It's not that I doubt Mr. Ming's strength, it's that I have a deep understanding of my position," Ji Lan said, putting the gloves on his hands and looking at the vase carefully.
It’s hard not to love something worth tens of millions.
"Why did you suddenly think of giving me a vase?"
"If you have it at home, you won't go out and rob it with others."
Ji Lan pursed her lips, knowing that he was talking about Ji Rourou: "You know everything?"
"It's hard not to know," Ji Mingzong put down his cup and looked at her.
The affair between the two girls of the Ji family was in full swing, but Ji Rourou seemed to have been defeated repeatedly in Ji Lan's hands.
"Speaking of this, I still want to know who was cruel to Ji Rourou that day." Ji Lan put down the bottle, took off his gloves and looked at him: "Mr. Ming, it couldn't be you, right?"
When she left the box, the car happened to be driving beside her, and a vase was delivered today. If the former was a coincidence, then this vase should not be a coincidence as well.
Ji Mingzong smiled without saying a word, with a deep smile on his lips.
"Miss Ji's reflex arc is a bit long."
"Did you arrange Jiang Shaoding's side?" Ji Lan asked again.
The latter gave a brief greeting, as if this matter was no big deal to him.
"Mr. Ming paved the way and sent money, so you are not afraid that I will rely on you to keep you from leaving in the future?"
"If you really want to be a loser, just move to Lanting," Ji Mingzong said bluntly, not giving Ji Lan a chance to refuse.
The latter, however, put down his idle tone and neither refused nor responded: "I'll think about it."
"It's been three months, Miss Ji," Ji Mingzong looked unclear, and when he spoke in a hard tone, it was hard to breathe on the top of Ji Lan's head.