Chapter 96 Ji Lan, it’s better to ask for help from Bodhisattva than from me.
After taking a bath, the long-haired cat lay sprawled on the bed, sleeping with its belly open.
She sat on the bed wiping her wet hair and looked around the bedroom. She always felt that whether she or Ji Mingzong, their presence in this villa was extremely low, too low to describe in words.
There was a knock on the door, and the aunt opened the door and came in. When she saw Ji Lan sitting at the end of the bed, the experience flashed in her pupils.
She had just finished washing and was wearing a lavender silk nightgown with suspenders, revealing her white skin. Her disgusting waist looked voluptuous, and her semi-dry hair was scattered around her sides. She looked quite sexy. The pitiful feeling of brokenness,
I thought that if she were a man, he would also be fascinated by her.
Ji Lan has a cold temperament, a distant and indifferent look on his face, but he has a delicate body and a soft body.
The servant calmed down and told him softly: "Yan Hui called and asked me to help you pack your luggage."
"Business trip?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Auntie shook her head slightly: "I don't know."
Not knowing is one thing, not wanting to say more is another. Ji Lan understands, but doesn't ask too much.
The people beside Ji Mingzong had a strict tone of voice.
She couldn't figure out the reason no matter how much she asked, so she simply stopped asking.
As the TV series was about to be released, Ji Lan felt uneasy and started to pray to gods and Buddhas.
Each generation has its own way of regulating itself.
It is better to pray to God and worship Buddha sooner rather than later, and the most effective temples in Beijing and Hong Kong are all outside the city. It is wise to avoid the morning rush hour. At 5:30, the summer sky has just dawned and there was a heavy rain last night. It was drizzling and foggy. After washing, she put on a set of loose casual clothes and prepared to go out.
However, by coincidence, when I opened the door on this foggy morning, I ran into Mr. Ji's arms.
Ji Mingzong has been very busy lately. According to Zhao Jiahuai, his current position is awkward. He had to change his mind because he was interested in the most important piece on the chessboard.
Last night, the resort project was finalized and construction was scheduled to start in early August, which meant that he only had half a month to deal with the Ji family's affairs.
Once the amusement park construction begins, everyone will know that the chairman of Fengming Capital is surnamed Ji, and that he belongs to the Ji family.
At that time, should we take action against the Ji family or not?
They all require his careful consideration.
Last night was a busy one, with the meeting ending at 4:30 in the morning. The CEOs of Fengming Capital returned home close to home and caught up on their sleep in offices far away.
And he, after thinking for a long time, chose to return to Lanting.
But unfortunately, by chance, he met Ji Lan who was about to go out.
The strong smell of smoke from the man's body made Ji Lan retreat repeatedly.
"Want to go out?"
"It's just over?"
The two said in unison, and Ji Mingzong responded beforehand: "I just finished the meeting. I came back to repair myself. Are you going out?"
Next meeting? Does this mean that not returning home last night was not a social occasion?
Ji Lan hummed: "I want to go to the temple."
"Ask God and worship Buddha?" Ji Mingzong asked in a low voice, and then he thought to himself, yes, the old lady of the Ji family is used to believing in these gods and ghosts, and it is difficult for the rest of the Ji family not to believe it.
"kindness!"
"Which temple?" Mr. Ji asked.
"Old Town God's Temple outside the city."
"Is there a new one?" Mr. Ji was puzzled. He pulled off the tie around his neck with one hand, held Ji Lan's wrist with the other and took it into the house. He asked again, "What's the difference?"
"The older one is more effective." Mr. Ji's eyes were a little stunned, and the way he looked at Ji Lan felt insulting.
But as luck would have it, Ji Lan bumped into it.
In summer, when the temperature rises and the air conditioner is turned on for a long time in the house, Ji Mingzong stares at Ji Lan, as if he is thinking about it. He unbuttons his shirt to reveal his strong body, and his eyes go back and forth on Ji Lan: "Wait for me, stay with you. go."
"You don't." Don't you believe this?
What responded to her was the back of the man walking upstairs.
After about fifteen minutes, Ji Mingzong felt refreshed and the strong smell of alcohol was washed away. He changed his white shirt into a black polo shirt and took Ji Lan's hand to get into the car.
As soon as the car door closed, Yan Hui drove straight out of the city. He took the ring expressway on the Third Ring Road and didn't go through the city. It was very fast. The originally planned forty-minute journey only took twenty-five minutes.
At half past six, temple guests gathered at the door and waited for the temple to open.
The black Maybach was parked in the parking lot. The man, who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, slowly opened his eyes and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Bodhisattva is not even at work, Ji Xiaolan, you are disturbing others' sleep."
"Get out of the car," the man said concisely. Ji Lan got out of the car with him, letting him hold hands and go around the southeast direction of the temple. In the corner, a red painted side door opened wide, and the temple abbot was waiting behind the door, waiting for their arrival.
"Didn't the door open?" Ji Lan was surprised.
"Ji Lan," Ji Mingzong glanced at her lightly: "If praying to Buddha is useful, ordinary people won't even be able to get in."
Ji Mingzong discovered the facts, but he never stood aloof in front of Ji Lan. Instead, he was willing to accompany her on the journey.
"What did you do?"
"It's just a small donation," he told bluntly.
At 6:40, the temple door was closed, but Ji Lan knelt on the futon in the main hall, clasped his hands, looked up to the gods, and murmured in a low voice, his tone of voice reaching the ears of the man standing by the door smoking.
When the words "success in career" entered Ji Mingzong's ears, the man smiled softly.
She felt contempt in her heart, but she never interrupted her sincere prayer.
Belief, for some people, is stagnant water, while for others it is light.
Why should he tear off the umbrella of the current person from the perspective of someone who has been there before?
Sunny turns to cloudy, cloudy turns to light rain, light rain turns to heavy rain, this is the order of life. He cannot let Ji Lan go from sunny to heavy rain directly from the perspective of doing good for Ji Lan. This is not realistic.
Ji Lan stood up, stuffed some money into the merit box, then turned around and walked out of the hall. When he crossed the threshold, he saw Ji Mingzong standing by the door. When the man saw her coming out, he squinted slightly and removed the cigarette from his lips. Down.
His eyes went back and forth between her and the Bodhisattva in the main hall: "Jilan, it's better to ask for it than to ask for it from me."
"I'm more useful than that."
"Inappropriate," Ji Lan shook his head in response and added as he stepped down the steps: "Some things can only be prayed to the gods."
"For example?" Ji Mingzong stepped forward to follow.
The temple is quiet, with morning bells and evening drums. Ji Lan pauses in her steps among the trees and buildings, turning her back to the morning sun and looking at her. The morning sun falls on her back, giving her thin body a thin layer of golden light.
Ji Mingzong's smile was half genuine and half fake, and his gaze fixed on Ji Lan was still a bit unreal. However, Ji Lan opened her thin lips and said a word.
The man's mask of hypocrisy and authenticity was torn away, and his vision gradually became cracked.
"Peace be with you," she said.
In the midsummer of 2010, Ji Mingzong felt that his soul had been reshaped in this century-old temple. Ji's family was hypocritical and cunning. Mother and son were not mother and son, and brothers were not brothers. In this relationship, he was suspected, calculated, and pursued. Killing has never received any love.
When I was young, I almost died abroad. After I became an adult, I achieved a little success, but most of it was because my seniors used full-hearted calculations to get close to me. After I became famous, everyone around me was prosperous, and the relationship was never pure.
But only Ji Lan.
Only Ji Lan
She said: I wish him peace.
I can still write, but forget it, 嘤嘤嘤
(End of this chapter)