Chapter 287 He is so bad
Between the ups and downs, Ji Lan felt like a white peony in the deep forest.
When dew passes, she opens.
The sun rises and she joins.
Until the sun was shining brightly, Bai Mudan was over-exposed, as if her shins had been ripped off, and she could no longer straighten her waist.
He tried to please her and sympathize with her, but in the end he couldn't help himself.
Near one o'clock, Ji Mingzong's cell phone rang one after another.
Ji Lan stretched out his chest and felt so tired that he wanted to lean against the wall.
As soon as her arm touched the wall, a big hand passed from behind her, hugged her and led her forward.
"Cool!"
Ji Lan pushed him and said in a hoarse voice: "Telephone."
Ji Mingzong hummed and took a step back in a leisurely manner. When he came back, he had a water glass in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.
On the other side of the phone, Yan Hui said that the little guy was tired from playing and was going to sleep.
Ji Mingzong responded warmly and asked him to send him upstairs.
"My son is sleeping. I will pick him up and carry you to bed?"
"Not going back?" She drank half a glass of warm water and barely found her voice.
"Want to go back?" Mr. Ji asked.
"Go back! Avoid the traffic jam in the morning,"
"As you..."
It was a bumpy night back and forth, and it was already after two in the morning when we got home, and the car was parked in the courtyard.
When Ji Lan woke up in a daze, she felt someone was busy doing something underneath her. She raised her eyes and saw Ji Mingzong squatting beside the bed and leaning over to kiss her calf.
She shivered when the dense feeling came over her.
He half-propelled his body and pushed the person away, trying to untie his prosthetic limb, but someone held him down and said, "I'll do it."
"You won't."
"I know how to do it," the man said firmly, "I have learned it."
After learning about Ji Lan's condition, he did all his homework, including how to care for her, how to dress her, and how to deal with emergencies. He asked professionals to guide him one by one.
If you feel guilty, you should strive for maximum redress.
After the prosthetic leg fell to the ground, Ji Lan turned over and got into the quilt. When fatigue swept over him, he lost any ability to think.
For example, why is she in Ji Mingzong's master bedroom at this moment?
Ji Mingzong is a man with too many tricks and strategies. He started planning for this day half a month ago, with fireworks and confessions. Even if it doesn't work, Ji Lan should be allowed to return to the master bedroom.
He has played out these scenarios countless times, from departure to private golf courses to fireworks confessions and couples' love affairs.
What's more... to make her powerless is another plan that was derived after deduction.
He is so bad that he needs to use tricks to lure people to his side.
So bad that he needs to calculate step by step to make people lie beside him.
In the dead of night, the strong desires in my heart are difficult to suppress.
So in the early morning of the next day, when Ji Lan woke up helplessly, what caught his eye was a handsome face.
She was annoyed and wanted to scold him.
Ji Mingzong could always see her intentions before she had an attack, and he would stay down and coax her: "Once, just once, Lanlan..."
"Hurry up!" she urged him, her annoyance hard to conceal.
What responded to her was Ji Mingzong's light laughter, and he said: "How can you ask for such a thing?"
Asked again: How fast? Finish quickly or plow through quickly?
Ji Lan never responded to this answer.
The little guy's voice calling "Daddy" sounded at the door.
For a time, the people in Xingtou were in a dilemma.
Ji Lan was filled with bad intentions, and the hand on his lower back pressed down: "Mr. Ji!"
The sound of "Dad" was heard outside the door, and the sound of "Mr. Ji" was heard in the room.
Ji Mingzong's mind was buzzing.
The fire all over his body was rushing to the top of his head.
After a long time, a sigh sounded, urgent and helpless. When Ji Lan saw someone getting up wearing a pajamas, he quickly put on his pajamas, packed up and entered the bathroom.
When he came out again, the little guy was sitting on the couch at the end of the bed in his pajamas, sniffing with tears in his eyes, looking pitiful.
The joyful love in the morning ended with the crying of the little one.
At the end of the day, Ji Mingzong picked up the little guy and went to the tea room on the first floor.
The originally transparent glass tea room had its gauze curtains drawn, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.
Place the child on the ground and motion for him to open the door.
"Do you have a gift? Dad!"
Ji Mingzong was very patient: "You'll know after you take a look."
The glass door was pushed open a crack, followed by the little guy's exclamation: "Dad~"
"Happy New Year, son."
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The huge teahouse is divided into several mountains, and signs are hung on the mountains, which are 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016. Ji Mingzong has made up for every Spring Festival gift since he was born.
"Happy New Year, Dad~"
"You will spoil him," Ji Lan leaned against the door and looked at the scene inside the house.
"No!" Mr. Ji was very sure.
His son will not be that kind of child.
Mr. Ji has always been concerned about education issues.
Three days before the Spring Festival, the manor was relatively calm, and the weather had been fine for several days in a row.
Since the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the boss of Fengming Capital has been visiting the manor intermittently. Others can refuse, but subordinates can see him.
The new year has begun. Half of the motivation of branches in various cities comes from the encouragement of those in power.
Ji Mingzong knew this very well, so in the tea room or the manor dining room, he could often hear the sound of men encouraging each other or drawing cakes for each other.
Ji Mingzong is like this, and Ji Lan is like this.
After all, the two of them are of the same origin.
On this day, Xu Ying came to see Ji Lan. When he passed by the teahouse, he heard those words and gave Ji Lan a thumbs up.
I understand that the art of speaking among capitalists is extremely superb.
On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Xu Ying asked Ji Lan to go out, invited several company managers to have a small dinner party, and chose a farmhouse outside the Fifth Ring Road for team building.
When he was about to go out, Jing He told the man in the tea room.
The latter's eyebrows trembled slightly.
He glanced at Zhang Ying, said sorry and left briefly.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Ji Lan was choosing the clothes to wear today. Ever since Ji Mingzong lured her back to the master bedroom, this dazzling array of clothes has become a daily problem.
That's it when there are no choices. When there are too many choices, things start to become cumbersome.
"A jacket is more suitable, choose a dark color."
Mr. Ji made the decision for her and took a black jacket from the closet and handed it to her.
Ji Lan thanked him and took it.
"Should I take Xixi with me?"
"Stay at home! There must be children in the team building for the subordinates. Let him go crazy with those children, and it's not convenient for you to control him." He was worried that the little guy would become a wild horse and Ji Lan would not be able to discipline him.
Her legs became a worry for him.
Ji Lan hummed and nodded without forcing anything.
"I looked at the map. It takes about three hours to drive there and back. Do you want to have dinner there at noon and come back in the evening?"
"Not necessarily, maybe stay overnight."
Mr. Ji sighed slightly, obviously finding it difficult to accept.
But it’s not easy to stop. As a manager, I know that some dramas still have to be shown to subordinates, and the image of having fun with subordinates is also very important.
"Have you brought a change of clothes? Have you brought makeup remover and skin care products?"
"It's almost there. If I need something later, I'll borrow it from my colleague."
"Check again, what if I use someone else's allergy?"