Chapter 85 You are quite easy to bully sometimes
"Did you eat explosives?" Ji Mingzong glanced at her with a cold expression.
Ji Lan stared at the almost burned ashes at his feet.
The door of the villa was slightly open, and 256 walked up to Ji Lan with a naked body.
When Ji Lan saw this with his peripheral vision, he had a bad idea and waved: "256, come here."
Ji Lan's gentle words made Mr. Ji's heart skip a beat.
Just as he turned around, he saw Ji Lan holding the cat, holding it by its tail and sending it into the ashes: "Here, help me try to see if it's completely burned."
Mr. Ji's brows jumped and he couldn't help shouting: "Ji Lan!"
He took three or five steps to rescue 256. The little guy seemed to know that he was almost hairless. He cursed and ran away very fast.
The man smoothly lifted Ji Lan's arm and slipped him into the house. The cool air-conditioned wind blew in, which made people sober up.
"Must you bully 256?"
"It's so easy to bully!" Ji Lan said nonchalantly, with a pretty face and a pair of shrewd eyes, spinning around like a little fox.
Ji Mingzong looked at her, calmed down for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "So, I can bully Miss Ji from now on."
"Am I easy to bully?"
"It's easy to bully," Mr. Ji nodded, changed his shoes and went into the house. When Ji Lan followed, he circled the people in front of the sofa: "Especially when they are in bed."
Ji Lan: This old sex critic.
That evening, it was rare for the two of them to sit together for a meal. During the dinner, Ji Mingzong ate his dinner slowly.
His unhurried and elegant posture was like a template from a textbook. When Ji Lan stared at him, the figure of Mrs. Ji flashed in his mind, the height at which they raised their chopsticks, and the slightly bent neck as they lowered their heads to drink soup. They just overlapped inexplicably.
Ji Lan was shocked and her heart thumped.
The spoon in his hand fell into the bowl with a thud.
"What's wrong?" The man put down his chopsticks and stretched out his hand. The aunt at the side handed him a white handkerchief. After wiping the corners of his lips, he folded it and put it aside.
The etiquette was so high that this ordinary dinner was a palace dinner.
"Slippery hands," Ji Lan responded lightly, looking at the chopsticks he had put down: "Have you finished eating?"
"Well," Ji Mingzong took a few sips of the cup of tea into his mouth, looked at her, and said softly: "Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly."
The bowl Ji Lan put down was still two centimeters away from the table, and he couldn't put it down or lift it up.
"Bring a pair of serving chopsticks," Ji Mingzong glanced sideways at his aunt.
He took the chopsticks and waved his hand to signal her to go down.
As soon as they left, Ji Lan felt much more at ease: "When you eat on weekdays, are there people waiting on you?"
Mr. Ji served her a dish and put a chopstick of beef into her bowl: "That's it."
"Secretary outside, servant inside."
"Living habits?" Ji Lan asked.
Mr. Ji smiled lightly and looked at Ji Lan like an elder who was serious about educating the younger generation: "Working habits."
"Eating is work for you?"
"Meals eaten during working hours count."
Ji Lan understood: "So the meal Mr. Ming had with me is considered within working hours?"
"I don't deny it," Mr. Ji nodded: "But there is no need to include you. The work I am talking about is that I will have a video conference later."
Ji Mingzong blocked Ji Lan's little thoughts and prevented Ji Lan from saying that eating with me was work.
Ji Lan's hand holding the chopsticks tightened: "Speaking of which, I don't know what industry you are in."
"Didn't you say? Do some small business," Mr. Ji looked at her with a smile, his tone was a bit humorous. "I'm just trying to excuse others," Ji Lan glanced at the person displeased: "You're so old, but you're so young-minded."
"I'm going to be buried, why are you still so generous?"
Ji Lan: "Mr. Ming, I suddenly discovered that after three months of getting along with you, I know nothing about you."
"For example?" Mr. Ji is very patient, at least when it comes to Ji Lan. Faced with her insinuations and multiple interviews, he can still play with her patiently.
"How many people are in the family?"
"Just me," Mr. Ji responded.
Ji Lan was frightened: "Are your parents really dead?"
Mr. Ji put down the serving chopsticks in his hand and took a peck at the tea cup: "Not really, but we didn't get along well with each other and there were some difficult problems, so we severed the relationship."
So the relationship was severed! ! ! ! !
The moral and ethical issues in the eyes of others came out of his mouth so smoothly. It would be false to say that he was not shocked.
"Where's the industry?"
Ji Mingzong did not hide it deliberately this time: "Investor."
"That's it?"
"That's all!" Mr. Ji said affirmatively.
At half past nine, Ji Mingzong's cell phone rang. He picked it up, looked at it and then hung up. His eyes fell on Ji Lan, who understood: "Go ahead!"
Ji Mingzong stood up and stretched out his hand to rub her head, and said gently: "Good girl!"
To a certain extent, there are many reasons why Ji Mingzong fell for Ji Lan. Ji Lan's flamboyance, wantonness, and hard work made him see his own shadow. If he had not gone abroad but If he chooses to stay in China, will he be like Ji Lan now?
He became a chess piece of the Ji family, struggling against obstacles from all sides.
But the most important thing is her kindness.
He doesn't need a girl who is always flamboyant, wanton, but too extravagant, and Ji Lan just grasps this measure. When he is free, she can be coquettish and coquettish, and when he is busy, she can also be well-behaved. Be alone.
Advance and retreat in a moderate manner and never make excessive demands.
When Mr. Ji went upstairs, he told her: "Don't bully 256."
"Does Mr. Ming love it so much?"
Ji Mingzong raised his fingertips and tapped her head: "I picked it back when it was two months old and stretched it, what do you think?"
"I'm jealous," Ji Lan said firmly.
Mr. Ji laughed in a muffled voice and did not rush upstairs. Instead, he took Ji Lan's hand and led it to the sofa aside, calling 256, who was enjoying himself, to come over.
"Come on, act cute and keep yourself safe."
256 seemed to have become a spirit, he could understand human speech, his body softened, and he lay on the coffee table like a duck, twisting his enchanting body and looking at Ji Lan with his round eyes, which made the cute people's hearts melt.
At nine thirty-six, Ji Mingzong went into the study and turned on the computer.
Zhao Jiahuai called in: "The VIP ward of the People's Hospital only has a broken leg, nothing serious."
"I know," Ji Mingzong responded calmly.
"What do you need me to do?"
"No need."
The next morning, Ji Lan had just woken up when Xu Ying called, anxious.
"Someone from the bureau called and said that our film was stuck due to the instructions from the boss."
"Who did it?"
"I guess it's He Feng. Their company's movie "Ancient Romance" will be finished soon. We're stuck here, so we can go public first and earn the first pot of gold."