Chapter 325: How can you not be beaten by your mother when you are a son?
Ji Lan drove all the way to the gate of the mental hospital.
If she remembered correctly, Ji Mingzong said when he went out in the morning that Zhang Ying would solve this matter in the afternoon.
If it is really a dead end, Ji Mingzong would not let her leave Beijing and Hong Kong.
Xu Ying seemed to see her intention, so when she asked, she had a little disbelief in her tone: "You won't want to wait here for Ji Xian and the others to come out and escort them away, right?" br>
"If Boss Ji knew about it, he would be even more angry!"
"Don't do such a thing as a wise mountain where there is a tiger that is biased towards Tiger Mountain."
"Otherwise? I can still do it."
"What if I do? Is there any other way?" Ji Lan asked back.
"Do you think I'm coming to Ji Mingzong to tell him that if I know your intention, he will stop killing Ji Xian?"
Ji Lan knew very well that Ji Mingzong would not meeting.
People like him know clearly what they want and how to reduce their risks to accomplish something.
To be precise, he will weigh the pros and cons and make the most appropriate decision at the moment.
With maintaining this relationship between them, do your best to achieve your goals.
"He doesn't know, he just coaxes me. On the surface, he promised me not to attack Ji Xiankuo, but in private, he can let thousands of people do this, hire others, or go to the ground. The hunting order raised the value of Ji Xian and Deng Yi, and posted an announcement on the Black Sea to tell everyone how much their lives are worth, so that others can bid for it and ask for it."
Xu Ying was accused of Ji Lan. The words were speechless.
As it turns out, what Ji Lan said was right.
She sat in the car, holding the steering wheel in one hand and supporting her head in the other, staring at the door of the mental hospital: "I know him so much."
At this moment, I can Ensure the safety of the seasonal display.
Only she is herself.
Others don't have this ability.
"Nevertheless, I still advise you not to confront Ji Mingzong."
Confrontation head-on? Ji Lan sneered helplessly: "You overestimate me, I don't have the ability."
Ji Lan stayed at the gate of the mental hospital until dark. Xu Ying was afraid that something would happen to her, so she stayed with her.
During this period, she answered countless work calls and told her things one by one.
Seeing that it was almost dark, Xu Ying advised her: "Go back first? I'll arrange for someone to keep an eye on it."
Ji Lan shook her head.
She doesn't feel at ease if it's changed.
In the manor, Ji Mingzong had just arrived home and stood at the door and took off his suit jacket and handed it to Jinghe.
When stepping into the bathroom on the first floor, washing hands, the warm water flowed through his fingertips, Jing He handed over a hot towel with a tray. "Sir, my wife went out with Miss Xu in the afternoon and hasn't come back yet."
"I know," the man responded casually, and the bubbles of hand sanitizer slipped away silently from his fingertips: "Where is Xixi?"
"It's still at grandparents' house."
>Ji Mingzong said, wiped the water stains in his hands with a towel, and said indifferently: "Go and pick them up."
After a while, the little guy was picked up.
When I saw Ji Mingzong, he called him dad sweetly and crawled onto his knees.
He first had a tender relationship with his son and asked some daily questions.
After the moment I looked at Jing He, "Call my wife."
From this morning, Miss An has no more in the manor.
Only the wife.
Mr.'s turn is silent.
But on the first day of becoming a regular man, there was no joy in this person's face. On the contrary, he suppressed Wuming's anger.
Ji Mingzong knew very well that he called Ji Lan now, and this person would not answer.
But Jinghe beat him, it was different. When Jing He dialed the phone, Ji Mingzong hugged Xixi and asked him softly: "Do you want your mother to come back to accompany you?"
The little guy nodded.
Ji Mingzong stretched out his hand, and Jing He handed him the phone: "Tell me to my mother."
"Whose phone number? Why don't you answer?"
Xu Ying sat for an afternoon, with her cell phone all over the afternoon There is no battery
After a while, I was sitting in the passenger seat looking for a charging cable to charge, I saw Ji Lan's phone ringing for a long time and didn't answer it, so I asked a strange question.
"Jinghe's."
"Appoint it! What if Xixi has something to do?"
"You haven't thought that it was Ji Mingzong who asked her to make the phone call?"
"That's not right, either Solution, you can't keep being in a relationship like this. If you really make a fuss until the end, the child will be the one who is injured."
Child?
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
If he was really worried about Xixi, he would not have dragged her with a delaying strategy without clearly worrying about Ji Xian.
Xu Ying's words couldn't make Ji Lan laugh out loud. "You said if I didn't get a marriage certificate with Ji Mingzong last night, would he still be like this today?" Ji Lan's question made Xu Ying silent.
The answers that silence brings to others are often heartbreaking.
She knew very well, no!
Ji Mingzong is a master who weighs the pros and cons. If Ji Lan did not get a marriage certificate with him, Ji Xian would be just a threat. Compared to Ji Lan's threat of running away from the ball and throwing him into the cold palace again, the threat of Ji Lan's death was nothing. .
But at this time, his relationship with Ji Lan became legal.
The blessing of the law undoubtedly gave him a reassurance. In such a situation, what reason does he have to tolerate?
Ji Lan still didn't answer Jing He's first call.
When Xu Ying saw something was wrong, she opened the car door and got out of the car: "I'll go out to feed the mosquitoes, you can pick it up quickly."
The door closed, and Ji Lan answered the phone reluctantly.
The little guy shouted "Mom" there.
"When will you come back?"
Ji Lan said, "Mom goes to your godmother's house tonight, and you sleep with dad at night." Ji Lan's words made Ji Mingzong's eyes darker.
Holding the little guy's hands tightened.
The little guy also spoke consciously according to his father's wishes: "But I want to sleep with you! Can you come back early!"
"Impossible, you It's a disaster for me for so many years, and it's a disaster for your father."
"Mom."
"Shut up," Ji Lan was too lazy to argue with him: "Don't force me to come back and slap you."
The little guy was holding the hung-up phone, without any slightest I was in a bad mood because of my own mother's threat, but instead shrugged: "Dad, mom can't come back."
"Help dad and persuade mom to come back."
>"Mom will come back and slap me, Dad!"
Mr. Ji was silent for a moment and continued, "Where is no one who is not beaten by his mother? You sacrifice it?"
The little guy: "Dad, have you made your mother angry? So my mother ran away from home. "
"No," Mr. Ji spoke very simply and continued to instigate his son who didn't know the reason for the incident to make a third call.
"I don't believe it. My aunt taught me that I can believe everything about my mother. My father can only believe it occasionally. You must have made my mother angry."
"Auntie also said, Mom, I gave birth to me and raised me, but my father didn't give anything. No matter what, I can only help my mother, not my father!"
The little guy muttered something, a five-year-old child, who had inherited his mind, had a quick talk and had a lot of things to do.