Chapter 80 If you don’t fuck him, someone has to fuck us both.
For wealthy families, love is the lowest commodity. What they need is interests, money, and rights to pave the way for this long life.
If you are rich, powerful, and powerful, a lot of people will kneel down in front of you and fall in love with you, but if you have nothing, the beggars passing by will think you are shabby.
And now, how many months has Ji Rourou returned to Ji's family?
Ji Lan lowered his head and laughed, his eyes falling on the slippers, then he curled his lips, slowly looked sideways, and said as if to warn: "Ji Rourou, grow up slowly."
Once you become a qualified rich man, you will face the fate of being sent away as a chess piece.
It doesn't matter whether you are in love or not, love or not, the important thing is that you can make profits for the family.
She never thought that Mrs. Ji would like her and find a good marriage for her. It was just that there were no young girls of the right age in the Ji family, and now she urgently needed to consolidate the relationship with her.
That’s why I think of myself.
If she wants to make a fortune, she will use every piece on the chessboard.
"Crazy!" Ji Rourou stood at the door. When Ji Lan's thoughtful and sinister eyes fell on her, she trembled violently.
The look in her eyes was like that of a midnight female ghost who was drowning herself and stood on the shore to persuade her not to go into the water.
The dark test is cold and impermanent.
Ji Rourou turned around and left suddenly, and breathed a sigh of relief when she closed the door opposite.
The people outside were right. People like Ji Lan, who grew up under the Ji family's calculations and exploitation, are dark at heart, but now that they are young, they are placed in the position of victims again.
If one day, she stands up, her methods will not be half worse than Deng Yi.
And the path she is taking now is the same path Ji Lan took when she was a child.
Kneading the bones to shape the soul, he is still young and still doing well.
The older you get, the more painful it becomes.
Ji Lan lay on the bed after taking a shower. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. After lying there for a long time, he always felt like there were bugs on the bed.
Or maybe it was because Ji Rourou had been lying on this bed before, and she felt very nervous.
At 1:30 in the morning, the Ji family went into sleep.
Ji Lan got up and went downstairs to pour a glass of red wine.
When passing by the door of Ji Rourou's room, a muffled voice came from inside: "Aren't you not allowed to call me?"
Ji Lan paused and leaned towards the door of Ji Rourou's room.
"Do you think my life is easy?"
"I don't know, don't ask."
The phone was hung up, and the sound of getting up was heard in the room.
Ji Lan stepped downstairs.
I took out my cell phone and made a call.
"Boss, Yan Hui called and said that Mrs. Ji arranged for the Tang family to go to Ji's manor. It seemed that she was planning to arrange a blind date between Miss Ji and Mr. Tang."
At 2:30 a.m. on July 6, domestic time, a group of people rushed to the negotiating table without even having time to catch up on the jet lag. The thirty-six hours of negotiations were settled in rounds of bargaining. Everyone was exhausted and involved. Ji Mingzong looked tired with his face full of energy.
Zhang Ying wanted to tell him a long time ago, but several bosses were there.
It’s hard to speak.
Until the boss entered his suite, leaned lazily on the sofa, closed his eyes and pulled the tie around his neck, like a lion returning to his territory, finally feeling a little safer.
The tiredness on my body is like the outer shell of an onion, one layer being peeled off.
Rarely revealed. The man threw away his tie slightly slowly, then opened his eyes and landed on Zhang Ying. His bloodshot eyes couldn't hide his tiredness: "When?"
"It's domestic time, the morning of the 7th."
Ji Mingzong sneered coldly and threw the tie in his hand on the sofa: "She knows how to choose the time."
"Get ready, I'll go back to China first."
"I'll make arrangements."
Zhang Ying thought to himself, how can this be so simple from above?
After four or five days of continuous work, he slept for less than ten hours. At this time, according to his usual operation, he would definitely stay an extra day. Even if he didn't rest, he would have to worry about the health of the company's senior boss.
But today, as soon as I stopped, I actually wanted to return home overnight.
"Mr. Meng's side?"
"Let them stay one more day, drop me off first, and then arrange to pick them up."
have to! Capitalists still have some conscience.
On the morning of the 7th, Ji Lan woke up and saw a servant standing at the door, holding a light-colored cheongsam made of satin, which looked elegant and valuable.
"Miss, my wife asked you to wear this."
Ji Lan looked at the clothes and his eyes fell on her aunt: "Must you wear it?"
Auntie's eyes were a little dodgey and she did not dare to look directly at Ji Lan. Servants who had stayed in this house for a long time knew that when the Ji family started to dress her up, they would definitely send her away.
Whether it is for profit or fame is another matter.
"Miss, please don't embarrass me. I am also following Madam's instructions."
Ji Lan pursed her lips and said nothing. After a long silence, she took the clothes from her aunt and went into the cloakroom. She went downstairs at eight o'clock on time. Her decent cheongsam and exquisite makeup won the hearts of Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi.
Deng Yi saw her and pretended to come over and straighten her clothes: "The old lady is very particular about what she does. She checked the time and found that after nine o'clock, it doesn't match your zodiac sign. Let us go there before nine o'clock."
The rules of the Ji family are complicated, and ninety-five percent of them are brought by the old lady. The mistress of the high-level courtyard is materialistic during the day and prays to gods and Buddhas at night.
I don’t know what peace of mind is.
"I can do either," Ji Lan responded obediently.
Deng Yi just didn't like how cute she was. She showed her teeth and claws in front of her, and she was cute and sweet in front of Ji Hongyi. She was a born actor.
With this in mind, she stretched out her hand and pinched Ji Lan's arm hard.
The latter couldn't bear it and said "Ah": "Mom, why are you pinching me?"
Ji Hongyi, who was leaning on the dining chair, frowned a little when he heard this. Deng Yi knew that he couldn't pretend to be okay at this time, so he immediately rubbed Ji Lan's arm quickly: "Blame me for not paying attention."
Ji Lan smiled pleasantly: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it. I'll go upstairs to get my phone and then set off."
Turning around, Ji Lan glanced at his arm with cold eyes. When he entered the room, he stretched out his hand and pinched the place where Deng Yi had just twisted it. He also rubbed it with hot water, deliberately turning the blush into purple. .
The group was about to leave for the manor. When they passed by Ji Hongyi's arm, the latter's face changed when he saw the bruise.
Shen Chen's eyes were on Deng Yi and he scolded her: "You keep it, there's no need to go."
Deng Yi was stunned and looked at Ji Hongyi with some confusion, but the latter didn't even bother to give her a look.
It wasn't until Ji Lan got into the car, pressed the window and lowered her arms that she understood and spat angrily.
"Brother Hui, this is the Ji family's territory, is it appropriate?"
"Are you scared?" Yan Hui held the steering wheel and stared at the intersection ahead.
"Kind of."
"You have to do it even if you're scared. If you don't do it to him, someone will do it to both of us"