Chapter 303 How to stop Ji Lan
Do you believe in Ji Mingzong?
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But she didn't want to believe that Ji Xian would harm her.
After all, how could his brother, who had been on his own throughout his youth, stand on his opposite side and do things that hurt him?
20 years of brother-sister relationship. It's not something that can be eliminated overnight.
At least Ji Xian was the only person who was kind to her during that dark time.
"Trust, but me."
"I know," Ji Mingzong knew what she was going to say. He probably didn't want to hear Ji Xian's name from her mouth, so he chose to interrupt before she spoke.
"I can understand that you and Ji Xian have a deep relationship, but Lan Lan, people's hearts will change. In the past five years, Ji Xian has stood outside the circle and watched the decline of the Ji family bit by bit. It was once such a prosperous family. They fell apart in the blink of an eye. My mother was admitted to a mental hospital, and my father This kind of scene would be difficult for any normal person to accept, not to mention that this matter is a family fight. Since ancient times, princes have been fighting for the throne. It is difficult for many to truly have a kind heart. To the end.”
"The human heart is like the sea, unpredictable. Ji Xian may be a good person in your eyes, but not in my eyes."
He was sent out of the country, and when something like that happened abroad, he felt a mountain of resentment toward his family.
Naturally, he didn't believe that Ji Xian could still be a kind person after going through these things.
If he was really kind, he wouldn't try his best to send Deng Yi's diary to Ji Lan to lure her to a mental hospital.
The reason why he did this was completely without regard to the injuries Ji Lan had suffered over the years.
Just stick to Deng Yi's perspective.
To treat her well, you should feel sorry for her experience and original situation.
Rather than trying to get the victim to forgive the perpetrator.
There are some words that Ji Mingzong dare not say.
The young love was too heavy, and there was a different kind of emotion on Ji Lan's shoulders. When he said it, Ji Lan said he believed it, but he didn't necessarily feel it in his heart.
She is too partial to Ji Xian.
Ji Lan knew that his words had profound meaning: "What do you want me to do?"
"You must not have the intention to harm others, and you must have the intention to guard against others. I hope you will treat it with caution."
"Yes," Ji Lan responded sincerely.
Nothing perfunctory.
Ji Mingzong didn't say anything more, but secretly arranged for many people to be by her side.
She probably knew Ji Lan too well and knew that once Ji Xian appeared in front of her, she would definitely soften her heart.
Even though this soft-heartedness might cost her her life.
The next day, when Ji Lan went to the company, there was an express document bag on the table.
She picked it up and opened it casually. I didn’t see any message from the sender above, but I saw a few photos. A photo taken when I was young with Ji Xian standing in the yard of Ji's house. There is a text behind the photo.
A short string of addresses and times.
Ji Lan looked at the address above and hesitated.
go?
Still not going?
But in the end, that family love trumped her sense of safety.
Just as Ji Mingzong said, she always believed that Ji Xian was a good person.
If he hadn't protected her, she would have died under Deng Yi's torture.
If he really changed.
This time, I have completely stopped thinking about it.
People always oscillate between repeated evaluation and repeated relenting.
He is not a saint, and he is not without emotions and desires. Nor can he look at things objectively like Ji Mingzong and solve things from the perspective of a bystander.
At 4:30 p.m., Ji Mingzong was picking up his children from kindergarten.
When he received the call from the bodyguard, a heavy and unbearable sigh reached the other side of the phone through the receiver.
The other party was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything.
For a big boss like Ji Mingzong, there aren't many things that can make him sigh.
And Miss An is one of these few frequent visitors.
"Sir?"
"Continue to follow," Ji Mingzong put away the phone and was about to call Ji Lan. After thinking about it, since she didn't listen to her own advice and went to see Ji Xian, she might not come back because of his few words.
Which one is more important, he knows very well.
It's not that Ji Xian is more important than him, but he knows very well that Ji Lan only has one thought for Ji Xian in her heart. He certainly couldn't stop her.
He has to think of a way!
Find a way to stop Ji Lan! ! !
Using mother-in-law as an excuse? Did you say she was ill?
No, no, no, as soon as this idea came up, Mr. Ji overturned it.
With how much his mother-in-law loves her daughter, Ji Lan will definitely cheat on her as soon as she returns home.
By then, it would be a small matter to bear her anger, but it would be a big deal to affect the relationship between the two of them that had finally repaired.
Explain the whole story to your father-in-law and ask him to help you?
It was too slow, and he didn't know where they had arranged to meet. By the time he called, Ji Lan might have arrived.
Ji Mingzong had a headache, a real headache.
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Before he could find a suitable and compromise solution, Jing He picked up the child and got in the car.
He looked a little worried: "Sir, Xixi seems to be sick."
"What's wrong?" One wave comes after another. Before the wife's matter is resolved, the child's matter comes up again.
"The teacher said he was very lackluster all day today."
Mr. Ji took the little guy into his arms, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not burning.
Just as he was about to ask, a thought flashed through his mind, opening up his Ren and Du channels.
Taking the mobile phone, he made a call to Ji Lan.
The other side picked up quickly, and Mr. Ji also quickly said: "My son is sick."
As he said that, he deliberately turned on the speakerphone so that the little guy could hear Ji Lan's voice.
He bet that this kid would act like a spoiled brat to his mother!
At this time, Ji Lan, who was holding the steering wheel and waiting for the traffic light, felt her heart skip a beat: "What's wrong?"
"Mom." The little guy shouted weakly.
Ji Lan's heart trembled: "What's wrong? Xixi."
"I feel a little uncomfortable."
"How uncomfortable it is!"
"My stomach feels bad," the little guy said, his voice a little buzzing.
Mr. Ji watched his son's performance on his mobile phone throughout the whole process and had no intention of urging Ji Lan to come back.
But he knew that Ji Lan would definitely come back.
When the light turned green, Ji Lan started behind the car in the lane next to him, and was beeped impatiently by the driver behind him.
Finally, she sighed heavily, turned around at the intersection and headed home.
She wants to know the truth, but she knows better than anyone else how important the truth is compared to the child.
The child she gave birth to with all her life and a broken leg was more important than anyone else.
When I got home, the doctor had come and was examining the little guy.
Western medicine and Chinese medicine take turns to treat patients.
The little one didn't cooperate when the Chinese medicine doctor gave me an acupuncture.
Ji Mingzong patiently coaxed him for a long time but still didn't get better.
When Ji Lan went up, Wen Dai was standing aside wiping tears in distress.
A stubborn son, a glass-hearted mother, an incompetent husband, and a busy woman.
It's about their current situation at this time.
Ji Lan took the child and put his head into his arms simply and roughly.
Holding the little guy's hand, he stretched it to the doctor.
After a few injections, the little guy spit it out with a "wow" sound.