Chapter 294: Bear with it! With your husband who wants to die but can't die
"I can't let go of this and I can't let go of that. I have three sons, but I never love them. Instead, I let them check and balance each other and kill each other."
"If you hadn't been able to hold a bowl of water flat, how could the Ji family, which had been prosperous for decades, be in such a state of decline?"
"If Xiao He succeeds or fails Xiao He, I am talking about you!"
"I guard a house and want to be the overlord in today's society. I never imagined that my three sons are all very ambitious. How does it feel to be torn apart?"
Ji Lan's sarcasm was like sharp thorns, piercing into the old lady's heart one by one.
She was like a flower that was about to wither, leaning on the sofa. The deep, dark eyes of an evil spirit fell on her, staring at her half-lifted.
"Do you think you can be the winner?"
"I can't," Ji Lan admitted generously. No one can become a winner on this pirate ship of life, not to mention that this ship carries many people and desires.
"But, being able to beat you is enough."
"How many years can you live?" Ji Lan smiled lightly, picked up the thing that the old lady cared about most and pierced her heart: "When you die, I will go to your son to blow the pillow and let him shout If someone comes and bulldozes the house, then the country you have worked so hard for most of your life will be completely cleared of this matter.”
"Bitch!" the old lady yelled angrily and tried to stand up, but Ji Lan kicked her back, picked up the teapot and threw it on her.
The scalding tea fell on her, and a scream instantly sounded.
The anger that had been suppressed for many years suddenly arose.
Ji Lan's compassion disappeared.
"Bear it! With your husband who wants to die but can't die, don't you want to let others die? It's just enough for you to be with his corpse."
Ji Mingzong's methods never need to be doubted.
All the rooms in Ji's manor were locked, except the old lady's bedroom and living room were open.
The old man's ice coffin was parked in the living room, and the door panel of the old lady's bedroom was removed.
This means that as long as she stays in this house, she cannot escape from her deceased husband.
"Why are you here?"
As soon as Ji Lan came out of the house, he saw Xu Ying running towards him in a hurry.
Ji Lan was a little surprised when they first met.
"Are you okay?" Xu Ying looked her up and down.
Ji Lan shook his head: "It's okay, what can I do to someone who is about to be buried?"
"When I just went up the mountain, I noticed a car parked on the side of the road. Is it your people? Or is it Boss Ji's people?"
"Not sure."
No one has come to Ji's Manor in the past few years. Ji Mingzong's words have been released, who dares to get in trouble again?
Being close to the old lady will undoubtedly offend Ji Mingzong. Normal people know how to make choices.
Xu Ying and Ji Lan went down the mountain together. When they passed by the place just now, they stepped on the brakes.
"It was there just now."
"Do you see the ruts on the ground?"
Ji Lan hummed: "I saw it."
"Does this old pious woman have any tricks up her sleeve?" Xu Ying was a little worried: "Remember to mention it to Boss Ji tonight and let him have some snacks."
Shu Wen squatted in front of the old lady and looked at her who was covered in injuries.
I was so distressed that I shed some tears.
"You have never been bullied like this in your life."
The old lady glanced at the back of her scarlet hand and sighed helplessly: "Thank you for your hard work, you are the only one who is willing to follow me."
"I am an old lady no matter what."
The old lady leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes slightly and looked at the ceiling, her eyes wandering like a soulless person.
"Who are you waiting for, old lady? I see that you often look towards the door recently."
"Can I wait until Hongyi comes out?"
Ji Hongyi was sentenced to eight years, and these eight years were still the sentence that Ji Mingzong had let go. If he had added more powerful information, it would have been far more than eight years.
Now the old lady's body is getting worse every year. It’s hard to say whether it will survive the next winter.
How can you afford to wait eight years?
"Yes, you have always been lucky, so you can definitely do it."
On the first day of work in the new year, Ji Mingzong and Ji Lan both had social activities.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the two of them finished drinking and went home.
As luck would have it, they met at the gate of the yard. The two of them were preparing to go in, one on the left and the other on the right. Yan Hui knew it and fell in love.
Judging from the status of shopping malls or interpersonal relationships.
With Ji Mingzong's status, there are not many people in Beijing and Hong Kong who can make him take the initiative to back off.
And Ji Lan.
He is the only one who has to give in at any time and anywhere.
As soon as Ji Lan got off the car, her cell phone rang.
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On the other side, the secretary's voice was a little helpless: "Mr. An, Director Lin still rejected us."
"What is the reason for rejecting us?"
They are recently preparing to let the company's artists go to the big screen.
Originally, it was easy to find a director for this kind of thing.
But unfortunately, they look down on ordinary people.
"I didn't say," Wang Hang added, "but I heard that they are having dinner at a hotel on Huannan Road tonight. Maybe we can try our luck."
Ji Lan glanced at the time: "Are you still here?"
"Still, they usually change scenes. I'm just watching at the door now."
"Just wait, I'll come over."
She put away the phone and just turned around. Ji Mingzong stood behind her and heard exactly what happened: "Want to go out?"
"Well! Xixi?"
"Go!"
"Thank you," the words that came out of his mouth made Ji Lan confused for half a second. What are you thanking for? Thank him for taking care of the children? Not his son?
Or thank him for letting him go out?
Ji Lan's idea hasn't come to fruition yet, and he hasn't even had time to get in the car.
Ji Mingzong called her: "Lanlan,"
In the courtyard on a winter night, everything was quiet.
The man stood under the dim courtyard lamp, looking at her without saying a word. The calmness and ease in his eyes seemed to turn into a thousand silent words at this moment.
Ji Lan understood.
This is to seek reward.
She leaned closer and stood on tiptoes to place a kiss on the man's lips, as if to please, as if to reward: "I'm leaving first."
At half past ten, Ji Lan appeared on Huannan Road.
It didn't take long for someone to come out of the hotel.
She stepped forward to block the other party's way: "Hello, Director Lin, I am An Lan from Lanying Media."
"Mr. An?" The other party scanned her inside and out: "If I remember correctly, we have no cooperation."
"There is no cooperation for the time being, but I believe there will be in the future."
"Mr. An is blindly confident. I am not interested in people who suddenly switch from the TV industry to the film industry."
"What's Director Lin's reason for not considering us? Doesn't he think we're not professional enough? But whether a movie is successful ultimately depends on the director, isn't it? Director Lin doesn't have confidence in himself?"
The people walking down the steps were stopped in their tracks by Ji Lan's provocation.
When he looked back at her, his eyes were a little cold: "When I was working in the industry, Mr. An was not born yet."
"That's why I admired you so much before," Ji Lan said with a strong emphasis: "Director Lin, I came here with sincerity."