Chapter 347 Ji Xian committed suicide
Early October 2016, the Golden Week holiday.
Ji Mingzong arranged a family trip.
Ji Lan couldn't turn it off that he had started preparing for a month ago.
In order to ensure that the itinerary remains unchanged, when she returned home during this period, the manor reception room was almost brightly lit.
Undoubtedly, it is preparing for travel.
Before leaving, Ji Lan handed over the work he had to Hong Yu.
And I went to the hospital to inform Ji Xian, and the other party told her to have fun.
When Ji Lan left, she squatted on the edge of the wheelchair and picked up Ji Xian's palm and landed it on her hair, rubbing her head like a cat.
This usual behavior made Ji Xian's eyes slightly red.
He looked at Ji Lan, and had a desire to penetrate thousands of years.
Hungry to go back to the past, long for them or them.
October 3, the third day of the Golden Week, on the beach of the domestic island, Ji Lan sat on a cold chair and looked at Ji Mingzong standing by the beach and watching the little guy.
The warm and affectionate gaze fell on his tall back, and he felt eager to be attached.
Thinking about it, she did it too.
When the palm of his palm climbed up to the man's strong waist, Ji Mingzong was stunned, looked at her side, held Ji Lan's wrist with both hands and pulled out some space, turned around and hugged her.
The low voice sounded above my head: "What's wrong?"
"Tired?"
Ji Lan slowly shook her head: "No, I just want to rub against you."
Mr. Ji laughed indifferently: "I hope your idea can last until the night."
Ji Lan glared at him and said, "Dengpaizi." "Legal couple," Mr. Ji emphasized, "Besides, aren't you very satisfied with my homework?"
"Can you be dissatisfied? After all, I have never taken away other people's homework. If you don't compare, you can only get the first place."
Mr. Ji smiled angrily, irritating him?
The tiger's mouth stuck her waist and dragged the person up to sit on his arm. Ji Lan was so scared that he hooked his neck.
"What are you doing?"
"You should be glad you have never compared it, otherwise I will definitely be a murderer now."
"Let me down, there are so many people!"
" > "Is there any fear that others will watch it?"
Mr. Ji held Ji Lan to find the little guy playing with the sand.
Watching him pile up the castle, and then watching the castle wash away by the water
"Let him play by himself, let's do some serious business."
"Let him be here alone? Not safe ! ”
“The hotel is private beach, outsiders cannot enter, there is security,” Mr. Ji explained while holding Ji Lan back under the parasol.
After I was about to pick up her belongings and carry the person to the room.
"Mr. Ji, do you promiscuously in your daily life?"
"This is called taking a break from your busy schedule and racing against time."
"Think about how long it has been since I did it well with me, and it is often perfunctory. There were repeated rejections in the middle. "
From Mr. Ji's perspective, it was rare that she didn't care about work or Ji Xian. ,
It belongs to him wholeheartedly.
In the bedroom, the air conditioning was surging.
The sound of water flowing in the bathroom is constantly coming.
The dense falls down without giving her a chance to breathe.
It seems like someone who is almost thirsty is thrown into the sea and then fished up, and repeatedly tortured.
The cell phone was vibrating wildly on the bedside table.
The people in the bathroom knew nothing.
At 3:00 pm, the little guy was sent back by someone in the hotel. Ji Mingzong looked at his dirty son, and his disgusting eyes could not be hidden. He took the person into the bathroom and gave him randomly. Take a shower. "Dad, where is mom?"
Mr. Ji kept wiping the shower gel in his hand: "Mom is having lunch break."
"Then I want to be with mom too, too Lunch break."
"You wash yourself first."
At 3:25, Mr. Ji held his son and put it on the bed. The little guy got into the quilt like a cat, sleeping against Ji Lan. afternoon.
Until 4:30 pm.
When the phone came in, she raised her hand and blocked her eyes and reached out to pick it up.
The side, Xu Ying said in an anxious tone: "You can't contact you in the nursing home, contact me, Ji Xian."
"What's wrong?" Ji Lan felt uneasy and sat up suddenly on the bed.
Xu Ying's tone paused and she choked a little more. She opened her mouth several times, but she wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The heart seemed to be grabbed by one hand, and it was held in the palm of her palm and kneaded it, making it painful to her and unable to breathe.
In the end, Chen Songyang answered the phone and spoke in a heartbreaking tone: "I committed suicide."
"Impossible," an incredible angrily shouted, Ji Lan was anxious: "He can't even move, how can he commit suicide?"
"Mom." The little guy was woken up and rubbed his eyes in a daze. Looking at Ji Lan.
Ji Lan glanced at her son, lifted the quilt and jumped to the living room outside with one leg, holding the sofa and continuing, "Are you kidding?"
< br>"No," Chen Songyang felt a little reluctant. He did not dislike Ji Xian at all, but more sympathized with his experience: "He left his last words and was sure he committed suicide."
"Impossible! I don't believe it!" She fell on the sofa and shook her head, heartache so hard that she couldn't breathe.
On the balcony, Ji Mingzong was answering the phone and vaguely heard the sound in the living room. Holding your phone, he pushed open the door and went in.
Seeing Ji Lan sitting on the sofa as if she had lost her soul, her eyes were as empty as a soulless person, she shook her head and murmured: "Impossible, I don't believe it."
He strode over and carried the person into his arms. When he saw that the phone on his cell phone had not hung up yet, he reached out to answer: "What happened?"
Chen Songyang heard Ji Mingzong's voice and felt relieved. Tone: "Ji Xian committed suicide."
In just a moment, the man's back was tense, and his hands holding his cell phone burst out with blue veins.
The incredible tone was like Ji Lan, and he retreated: "What did you say?"
Chen Songyang repeated again: "Ji Xian committed suicide."
" Life or not? "
Chen Songyang couldn't bear it, but the facts were in front of him: "Die!"
After halfway through the holiday, the three of them hurried back to Beijing and Hong Kong.
When Ji Lan rushed to the sanatorium in a daze, the nurse and the dean came out to apologize in person.
It is probably because I know that they are either rich or noble, and the nurse was frightened and said incoherently: "Half a month ago, Mr. Ji's fingertips showed signs of vague movement. I think it's a good thing. I want to tell you, but he I was afraid it was temporarily, so I didn't let me say it."
"I suddenly said I wanted to shave my beard today. When I took out the electric razor, he said he wanted the original blade razor, so I went to a sanatorium I borrowed one, and Mr. Ji said he wanted to drink carbonated drinks and asked me to buy them. I said it was a little later, and he got angry with me and drove me out. "
"When I came in" the nurse He cried in a frightened voice: "He's just."
"He cut his neck."
"He used his fingertips to clamp the blade and stretched his neck over."
"Enough," Ji Mingzong hugged Ji Mingzong. Lan took her into her arms with her shoulders and scolded the caregiver to stop talking.
There is no need to inform you of such a twisted scene.
A cell phone was also sent to Ji Lan along with the death report.
"Mr. Ji recorded his last words."
Ji Lan took the phone and thanked him: "Is there anything else left?"
The director of the sanatorium shook his head.