Chapter 91 She threw her cute head into his arms
It was midsummer in July, and Ji Lan had just left a frightening dinner party.
She thought she could relax a little when she got home, but she didn't want another turmoil waiting for her.
The car stopped a few centimeters away from her, scaring her into a cold sweat.
When he saw the person clearly, his back seemed to have been taken away by someone, and he leaned weakly against the glass door behind him.
The back seat door was slightly opened, and Ji Mingzong's slender thighs had just occupied the space. Ji Lan shouted angrily throughout the parking lot: "What are you so crazy about?"
The man stood quietly beside the car, his cold and merciless eyes fixed on her for a moment, like an awakening lion sizing up its prey.
There was silence, but it was enough to make Ji Lan's anger suddenly stop.
On July 12th, Ji Lan went out early in the morning and looked at the perpetual calendar. The slight summer heat had just passed, and the first fall of the year was approaching, which is when the heat begins. The parking lot was airtight, and the sultry smell gathered from all directions. between two people.
But in the dog days of June, Ji Lan always felt like his limbs were being hit by ice knives.
Ji Mingzong was a loner who grew up in a wealthy family. The bad nature in his bones was aroused in his teens, and it has become more and more intense until now.
Regardless of family or interests, he is essentially a hunter.
Planning everything that should belong to him, Ji Lan was an accident on this strategic path.
I thought she was a sweet and obedient little white rabbit, but she was gradually losing control.
He said in confusion that Ji Mingzong was gradually straying away from his original purpose.
Silent anger was pulled away in the parking lot. The man turned slightly sideways and stood next to the car, his eyes locked on Ji Lan, and he opened the door with his backhand.
The gesture was obvious and asked her to get in the car.
Ji Lan struggled and refused.
When her sight touched Ji Mingzong, she felt as if she was plunging into an invisible sea of anger, which made her tremble in shock.
The heavy car door closed, and Ji Mingzong walked aside to get in the car.
In just a moment, the suit jacket he was wearing just now disappeared, leaving only a white shirt.
The Maybach fender slowly rose, and the man's slender fingertips rolled up the cufflinks inch by inch.
The air was so tight that it was hard to breathe.
Just when Ji Lan felt that she had nowhere to escape, the cell phone rang beside her, giving her the slightest chance to breathe.
The man picked up the answer and said in a low tone: "Is something wrong?"
"The old lady's people have arrived at the hotel."
"So?" Ji Mingzong asked in a cold tone, "Do you need me to pick up the guests?"
"Then..." Meng Qinghe thought about it for a while, not sure how to deal with it: "What should I do?"
"I invited you here to solve the problem, not to create it. At this time, it's my turn to ask you what you should do!" Ji Mingzong's tone was cold and solemn, and his eyebrows were dark and gloomy.
Ji Lan sat beside him and even his breathing was faint.
Try to reduce your presence.
The car stopped at the entrance of Lanting Villa. The man got out of the car first. Before Ji Lan could stand firm, he took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom on the first floor, half dragging and half hugging her.
Seeing this, the servant followed nervously.
Just as she was about to speak, Yan Hui covered her mouth and dragged her out, scolding her softly: "Don't talk too much."
"But..." The servant was a little worried.
Yan Hui said again: "There is no but, I am seeking a position in my position. Sir, I asked you to come back to take care of your food and daily life, not to give you guidance."
As soon as Yan Hua finished talking, the servant immediately fell silent.
In the bathroom on the first floor, a dim ambient light is turned on and falls on the Italian slate, giving people a sense of coldness and loneliness.
"What are you doing?" Hot water splashed on the back of his hand, making Ji Lan tremble with fright. He tried to escape but was pushed back to the washbasin by someone.
"Mingzong?" Ji Lan tried his best to retract his hand: "It's hot!" "Are you crazy? I'm a human being, not a dead pig."
"Ming Zong!!!!!!"
Ji Mingzong looked at her with cold eyes, suppressed his anger, and used his little sobriety to say the first words to Ji Lan: "Wash it yourself or I should do it."
Ji Lan thought to himself that those who understand current affairs are heroes.
Fighting with him at this time would only put herself in the victim's position. She obediently applied the hand sanitizer and rubbed her fingertips hard.
Three to five minutes passed, and the back of his hand turned red. He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Mingzong cautiously. His eyes seemed to ask: "Is it okay?"
"Talk about tonight!" The man took out the cigarette case from his suit trousers pocket, lit a cigarette, lowered his head and lit it.
While swallowing the clouds and puffing out the mist, his eyes narrowed slightly and fell on Ji Lan's body, which was particularly oppressive.
"I almost got caught by the old lady when I eavesdropped on her speech. I hid in the men's room and happened to meet Mr. Li, and that's how the following happened."
"Which ones?" He raised his hand to smoke, quite interested.
"Just the ones that are rumored."
"Which ones?" Ji Mingzong asked again, and this sentence was obviously not as peaceful as the previous sentence, and his patience was gradually disappearing.
"Mr. Li and I are about to have something good happen?" Ji Lan thought to herself. How could she know the details? That's all.
Mr. Ji raised his hand to smoke and his eyes were cold: "Are you asking me?"
Ji Lan quit, held his breath, looked at Ji Mingzong and said pitifully: "Then I don't know! Maybe I should ask what people say about me outside?"
"Then I'm not mentally retarded?"
"Mr. Ming?" Ji Lan looked at the person cautiously, and tentatively moved closer to him. When he saw that the person was silent, he dared to throw herself into his arms.
"Mr. Ming is jealous?"
"You love me so much?"
Mr. Ji lowered his head and stared at her, his vision was like the moist air in the southern sky, so thick that it was difficult to remove it. In an instant, the man threw the cigarette in his hand into the basin and sat on the wash basin holding Ji Lan's waist.
The kiss was impatient and heavy. After a few seconds, when Ji Lan showed no intention of struggling, he softened slightly.
While tossing and turning, his eyes widened, and the man's dark eyes lifted up, falling on her and holding her, making people confused.
The ups and downs of the deep sea, the violent winds and waves, separated Ji Lan's soul and spirit, causing her soul to come together and disperse, and then come together again.
Outside the house, the servant was waiting at the door, afraid to enter the house. The heat wave hit her and made her sweat.
Across the door, screams and screams sounded like pain and enjoyment.
As a person who has been through this before, she only felt red and dry.
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"No, I'm so tired!"
Ji Lan sat on the table, lying on someone's shoulder and acting coquettishly.
Mr. Ji scolded in a low voice: "You have no future."
The man held her waist with one hand and took out a tissue with the other to clean the two of them. Finally, he called Yan Hui and asked his aunt to bring in a bathrobe.
Three to five minutes later, Ji Lan's aqua blue bathrobe was handed in through the crack in the door. Mr. Ji wrapped him up and carried him upstairs. He then told the servant: "Clean up, the clothes are missing."
"Hey..." Ji Lan was stunned. This dress cost more than 300 yuan, so just throw it away?
Just as she was about to say something, the man lowered his gaze and she fell silent for a moment.
It is not the behavior of a smart person to open his mouth even though he is aware of taboos.
The bathroom was a mess, and Auntie was busy cleaning it up.
When he finally picked up the dress on the ground, the tulle was shattered into pieces... The battle was tragic.