Chapter 92: Does Mr. Ming have a deep hatred for Mrs. Ji?
"Is there any medicine at home?"
After Ji Mingzong took a shower, he changed his clothes and came out. He was wearing an iron-gray shirt with his sleeves pushed up, as if he was about to go out.
Ji Lan asked again: "Want to go out?"
"Yes!" Mr. Ji responded calmly and returned to the question: "What medicine do you want?"
"Contraceptive pills, you didn't take any measures just now."
Ji Mingzong paused when he reached the bedside, and the slight curve of his mouth slowly flattened. The joy he felt after having had enough wine and food disappeared instantly because of Ji Lan's words.
The relationship between the two has no legal effect. They have no plans to get married for the time being. Internal and external troubles have not yet been resolved. Moreover, Ji Lan is young. No matter how you analyze it, it is not suitable to kill someone.
Everything is clearly stated and he should accept it.
But inexplicably, my heart was filled with panic.
At the end of the day, the man looked coldly and said "I know", turned around and left.
The moment the door was closed, Ji Lan's sight was blocked.
At 1:25 in the morning, Ji Mingzong arrived at the suite of the InterContinental Hotel. To a rare and unexpected moment, the old lady was sitting in the reception room of the suite, with an upright posture, her hands on the crutches, and her eyes closed to relax.
The moment he heard the footsteps and raised his eyes, fatigue and surprise came one after another.
Zhang Ying, who had been waiting for several hours, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ji Mingzong coming. This old lady from the Ji family was like an old spirit, asking many sideways questions. He broke out in a thin layer of sweat just by dealing with people.
Zhang Ying went downstairs, opened the car door and went in. He asked for a bottle of water and drank half of it before he felt his soul felt better.
"Did the old witch tease you?" Yan Hui started the car and sent him away.
Zhang Ying leaned against the co-pilot and glanced sideways at him: "I'm ashamed to say that, I think that old guy is more difficult to deal with than sir."
"It's not difficult to give birth to a black-hearted man like Mr. Yan Hui!" Yan Hui complained, parked the car on the side of the road, entered a pharmacy, and came out with a box of birth control pills in his hand.
Zhang Ying glanced at him: "To Miss Ji?"
"kindness!"
"What do you think, sir?" Zhang Ying still couldn't understand.
If we talk about being emotional, how can we explain this contraceptive pill?
Take the initiative to buy? Are you afraid that Ji Lan's mother will use this as a blackmail because of her son's wealth?
"How can an emperor's heart be so clearly guessed by ordinary people like us?"
"But it can be seen that the husband is interested. At the Ji family dinner tonight, the scandal between Li Zhen and Miss Ji reached the ears of the husband. In the middle of the dinner, he left all the bosses behind and flew back by helicopter."
"If you are not interested and have immediate interests, how can you let him leave halfway with this little love?"
Ji Mingzong, a ruthless character who has climbed out of the machinations of his family, every step of his life is within his own plan, while Ji Lan is obviously outside of this and is not under his control.
At two o'clock sharp, Ji Lan heard the sound of the door opening in her sleep, and looked over with misty eyes. Her aunt opened the door and came in, placing a box of medicine and fruit on the bedside.
In an instant, she was halfway conscious. She turned on the bedside lamp and drank some medicine with water. Her aunt advised her: "It's better to take less of this medicine."
Ji Lan never responded: "Go and rest!"
At two thirty-five, the InterContinental Hotel suite was filled with a strong smell of coffee. The hot American was so bitter that it made people sober. The old lady’s eyes fell on the coffee cup in Ji Mingzong’s hand. She hesitated to speak. After thinking for a long time, she said: "Drink less."
Ji Mingzong gave her a cold look: "If you don't come, I won't drink either."
"I just want to see you," the old lady choked slightly, "I just want to see you."
Want to see him?
Ji Mingzong's heart was full of bitterness. It turned out that she too had this day.
"In the middle of winter that year, I suddenly developed a high fever. My servant called you to tell you. Do you remember what you said?" "You said that you are not a doctor. If I want to die, even if you come back, I won't be able to survive." "
"Mingzong." The old lady hiccuped.
It's hard to say anything for a long time.
"It is said that love for children is endless, and we will be happy to return home, but I have never felt even half of maternal love from you, and you don't seem to welcome my arrival. Are you acting like this because of your conscience or are you just thinking about the future? Atonement?"
The old lady bent slightly and covered her chest, as if her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe. On the other hand, Ji Mingzong was holding the coffee cup, his eyes were cold and emotionless, just like the old lady's look when she looked at him many years ago.
When he was young, whenever the old lady made a decision about her career, he would always see the cold and reproachful look in her eyes. Although he never said anything excessive, that moist and cold look lasted throughout his childhood.
It was as if it was a sin for him to come into this world.
On a midsummer night, it was dull and windless. When Ji Mingzong left the InterContinental Hotel and headed to Lanting Villa, Yan Hui drove.
When he was about to get off the car, he answered the phone and Fu Er came to tell him: "The doctor has gone to Ji's Manor."
"I know," Ji Mingzong stepped into the room: "Go and rest."
At half past four, the villa was quiet.
Ji Mingzong opened the door to the guest bedroom on the first floor under the dim corridor light. 256 stretched out and came towards him with its tail raised, spinning around his legs. The man leaned over and touched its head.
His movements were gentle and careful, and there was a rare sense of calmness in his eyes as he looked at 256.
It was hard to imagine that he had just returned home from a fight with someone.
That night, Ji Lan had a dream. In the dream, the old lady turned into a beast with a big mouth and opened its mouth to devour her. She was startled and woke up instantly.
Before he could recover, a gentle and caring voice sounded from the window: "Are you dreaming?"
Ji Mingzong thought his voice was gentle enough, but it was still scary enough in Ji Lan's ears.
One soul has not returned, and the other soul has left.
Ji Lan was relieved when he was sure that the person behind him was Ji Mingzong: "You haven't left yet?"
There aren't many times when I can see other people in the early morning.
"You want me to leave?" Ji Mingzong's evil fire was very strong, and he stared at Ji Lan with a sinister look.
Ji Lan didn't know where his evil fire came from. He was silent for a moment. Only when he woke up did he dare to speak: "No, I thought you were busy."
"Are you dreaming?" The man's cold and solemn aura dissipated a little. He sat beside him and put the cigarette on his fingertips in the ashtray on the bedside.
Ji Lan said in favor and threw herself into his arms like a cub.
Ji Mingzong put his arms around her back and pulled the quilt to cover her waist: "What did you dream about?"
Ji Lan raised her pure face: "I dreamed that Mrs. Ji turned into a beast and wanted to eat me."
"Silly," Ji Mingzong nodded her eyebrows: "This day will never happen."
"Why?" She looked up at her. She had just broken out in sweat. Now her cheeks were flushed, which was particularly touching.
Mr. Ji lowered his head and kissed her thin lips, and said softly: "Because I will kill her before she turns into a beast."
"Kill her?" Ji Lan asked, "Instead of killing her for me, does Mr. Ming have a deep hatred for Mrs. Ji?"
Xu Ying: Very good! Ji Xiaolan
Ji Lan: Just pretending, the old man is generous