Chapter 300 Ji Lan, you are not dead!
In the study, Ji Lan was wearing a nightgown and squinting at the character relationship diagram on the computer screen.
His eyes lingered repeatedly on the column of servants hired by the Ji family in the past.
I looked back and forth dozens of times and still couldn't figure out why.
With the other person's eyes flashing through his mind, Ji Lan took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer and covered the lower half of the faces of the people on it, comparing them one by one.
Want to find some clues.
As soon as the A4 paper fell on Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi's original driver, the study door was pushed open.
The little guy dragged his heavy legs in with despair, and knelt down at her feet with a thud.
Holding her thighs rubbing together like a dog.
"Mom, I feel so tired!"
"What's wrong?"
"There is a girl in the kindergarten. She is really annoying! How can someone make her nose blow bubbles when she cries?"
The chattering daily sharing unfolds in the study room, and the little guy has an extremely strong desire to share.
At the beginning, Ji Lan turned off the computer and took his collar to let her go downstairs.
Listen to his babble with An Qin and Wen Dai.
Seeing that his mouth was dry as he spoke, Ji Lan was able to pour him a glass of water and let him drink it while speaking slowly.
"Mom, can I study in the upper class?"
"Logically speaking, no," Ji Lan responded seriously.
The little guy shook her leg reluctantly: "Just help me fight for it! I really don't want to hear them cry anymore, my head is going to explode."
Ji Lan: "My head is going to explode after I listened to you talking for so long."
Little guy:
"Mom, daddy is not at home, so you started to be unfriendly to me."
"Whether I am friendly to you or not has nothing to do with your father."
"Grandma~" The little guy coquettishly threw himself into Wen Dai's arms, who stroked his head and comforted him softly: "Mom is a girl, please let her go."
"Then I'm still a child!"
"But you are always a boy!"
Little guy: Forget it, grandma is not normal, so we can’t argue with her.
On the third day of Ji Mingzong's business trip, when Ji Lanchen got up and went to the company, someone sent a package in.
Ji Lan could tell it was something like a book through the express bag.
When I opened it, I found it was a diary.
She put her bag on the chair, walked to the fully automatic coffee machine, and opened the book while grinding coffee.
On the first page, there is a paragraph written clearly: "My name is Deng Yi, I am not crazy"
Immediately afterwards, the next sentence "My husband's name is Ji Hongyi, he is the chairman of Maosheng Pharmaceutical, my eldest son is Ji Xian, my daughter is Ji Rourou, and my adopted daughter is Ji Lan"
A diary written in a mental hospital, the hurried writing records how the person concerned wrote down each word in a hurry.
Occasionally, in a few places, the tip of the nose could not be retracted in time, leaving a long gash in the notebook.
Ji Lan turned down the pages of the book: "Those people came to trouble me again. When they left, I vaguely heard them mention the name of the culprit."
"His heart is so cruel, I only wish I didn't kill him"
"What are you looking at?" Xu Ying came to the company with a pair of panda eyes.
Just as he was about to get a cup of coffee to wake up, he saw Ji Lan standing beside the coffee machine, lost in thought.
Picking up the cold American style, I added some milk and took a sip.
Ji Lan turned the diary in his hand to the first page and handed it over.
"Deng Yi's diary?"
"The mental hospital is quite humane! Let her write a diary!"
Xu Ying continued: "Have you seen it? Is it valuable? Her beginning looks like the beginning of a suspense film! Can it be turned into a film and television?"
Professionalism comes hard and fast.
Xu Ying wanted to make up a long story, but Ji Lan couldn't help it and rolled her eyes too ruthlessly.
In the afternoon, she finished her work and found the address of the mental hospital. Let the bodyguards go up with you.
When she said she was looking for Deng Yi, the registration clerk at the front desk looked at her in surprise: "We don't have the person you are looking for."
"Is this diary hers?" Ji Lan handed over the diary in his hand with the address written on it.
The other person's face alternated between blue and white, and there was a sense of humiliation after being exposed.
"You have something to do with her?"
"It's nothing, I just want to meet. Don't worry, I won't talk or ask." Ji Lan said as he took out a red envelope from his bag and handed it to her.
After the other party accepted it, he reluctantly said, "As soon as possible."
"Yes."
In the single ward, the color from the furniture to the walls is pure white.
When Ji Lan stood at the door, he saw Deng Yi sitting beside the bed in despair, looking at the white wall not knowing what he was thinking.
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This look is completely different from the resolute and ruthless strong woman back then.
In this game of life, no one can be sure that he is the winner until the end.
The knife of time will one day fall on your head.
Just like the Ji family, it has been prosperous for decades. If it is good, it will stop, or it will not fall into the current situation.
However, one individual's selfish desires eventually brought the entire family down from the altar.
If they hadn't taken action against him, how could Ji Mingzong kill them all without caring about the slightest bit of family affection.
"Ms. An." The bodyguard saw her standing motionless at the door for a long time.
He shouted in confusion.
Ji Lan didn't respond. The hand that fell by his side slowly lifted up and landed on the door handle.
He wanted to open the door and go in, but stopped.
What about after entering?
Show off your power? Tell her that she is alive and well?
Make her unwilling? Make her hate it?
Does it make sense?
Her cautious kindness was revealed at this moment.
"That's all, let's go!"
She had no intention of going in and having any quarrel with Deng Yi.
The fingertips just fell off the door handle.
Deng Yi in the room suddenly came to his senses as if he felt something.
When he first saw Ji Lan, he rushed over madly and patted the door locked from the outside: "Ji Lan! Ji Lan! Are you still alive?"
"Ji Lan, you are not dead!!!!"
"Jilan, come here!!!"
The clamor came through the door panel, even though the door panel of the mental hospital has been specially soundproofed.
But she still heard it.
Just like she did when she was a child, she called her with a sharp and harsh voice, asking her to surrender and bow her head.
Ji Lan slowly raised his eyes and looked at Deng Yi through the square glass.
One is still and the other is moving, the other is crazy and the other is calm, forming a sharp contrast.
The more Ji Lan saw her going crazy, the deeper the smile on his lips became.
When Deng Yi's cursing gradually stopped, she took out the diary from her bag and placed it in front of her.
Just for a moment, it was like a mad cow being hit with adrenaline.
Deng Yi's shouting was a little louder than at the beginning.
Smashing the door panel frantically.
He was so hoarse that he wanted to tear Ji Lan into pieces with his words and curses.
As if afraid that Deng Yi wouldn't hear, Ji Lan took out his cell phone from his bag and typed a line on it.
Slowly raised it to Deng Yi's eyes.