Chapter 97 You look a lot like Mrs. Ji
"Isn't that third brother?"
"Who is the girl next to him?"
In the early morning, Chen Yan and Deng Yi came to the City God Temple in the name of praying for the old lady.
The abbot of the Ji family in Beijing and Hong Kong naturally knows that he usually welcomes people into the side hall and goes directly to burn incense, but today he refused them.
The reason for rejection is: distinguished guests are visiting.
In Beijing and Hong Kong, there are only a handful of distinguished guests more expensive than the Ji family.
Connections and power are sharp knives in the hands that can create wealth, but class is a gap that is difficult to cross. But, they were taught a lesson today in this pure land of Buddhism.
Chen Yan and Deng Yi were standing at the door and hadn't figured out the reason. Then out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Ji Mingzong holding a woman's waist, gently hugging her to get into the car, closing the car door and walking around to the side.
That protective gesture looked very rare from a distance.
"Why do I look so much like Ji Lan?" Chen Yan squinted slightly and looked at the person on the far side.
Deng Yi's eyes tightened slightly, and he turned around with a cold face: "Brother and sister, can you say such nonsense?"
Ji Mingzong and Ji Lan. That is moral decay and ethical intolerance.
If these two people wanted to save face, they would not do such a thing.
"Let's go!" Deng Yi looked away: "Go in."
In July, the sun was shining brightly. The air conditioner in the car could cool down the temperature, but it could not block the sun. The black Maybach left the temple and did not return the way it came. Instead, it went to a hotel in the outer ring road.
Ji Mingzong led her straight to the top floor and boarded a helicopter.
Ji Lan was stunned, looking at the man with a bit of evil in his eyes: "Mr. Ming is so majestic."
Ji Mingzong hooked his fingertips on the seat belt and fastened it, and said in a casual tone: "Want to get stuck in traffic?"
"In no mood!"
The helicopter rumbled, and she turned her head slightly to see the man resting with his eyes closed. In mid-air, the sun set on the side of his face, half-light and half-dark, with one side shining brightly and the other hidden in the shadows.
Can't see clearly.
The midsummer morning came early, and the day was lengthened. The helicopter parked on the empty lawn of Lanting Villa. Ji Mingzong got off the car first and stretched out his hand towards Ji Lan in the plane. The moment the fingers intertwined, the dry and generous palm She wrapped it up, and soon a layer of water mist climbed onto her palms.
She glanced down at the place where the two of them met.
Moving his fingertips, Ji Mingzong seemed to feel the moisture in her palms.
Just as she walked to the door of the villa, he put his palm on her waist and pushed her into the house. The air-conditioning hit her and Ji Lan sighed heavily.
Waking up early, feeling hot, and sweating profusely are all uncomfortable.
"Go take a shower," Mr. Ji whispered, walking to the cat room and opening the door to let the cat out.
As a result, when the door opened, it was empty.
In an instant, a cold and angry call sounded in the villa: "Man Yin."
Ji Lan, who was going upstairs, was frightened by the man's sudden coldness, and almost fell down on the stairs.
Just when I looked back, I saw Manyin hurriedly coming out of the kitchen, wiping her hands: "Mr."
"Where's the cat?" The man looked solemn and indifferent.
Ji Lan's heart trembled, and without waiting for Manyin to speak, she muttered: "Upstairs."
"I'll carry him down right now," Ji Lan rubbed her knees and helped her up the stairs. She eagerly went upstairs to lift the cat, who was lying on the bed with its arms and legs spread out.
He walked to the corner of the stairs and put the cat down. When 256 saw his biological father, he meowed and looked for him with his tail raised.
Only Ji Lan stood at the corner of the second floor and touched his nose awkwardly.
I thought, sure enough! Regardless of whether he is a cat son or a dog son, he is still a son. I remember when Xu Ying raised a dog and died at a young age, she cried as if her biological father had died.
Not only that, the dog was cremated and buried in a cemetery with excellent feng shui.
She doesn't like cats and dogs, nor does she keep them, but she can understand some people's affection for animals.
After Ji Lan simply took a shower, Manying was bringing the prepared breakfast to the dining table. When she saw Ji Lan, she gave her a somewhat aggrieved look.
"Miss Ji, please don't carry the cat upstairs in the future."
Mr. rarely calls him by his first name. This is the first time.
Ji Mingzong's sense of superiority that has been in his bones since he was born makes him clearly classed.
The master is the master and the servant is the servant.
It doesn't matter who she is outside this room, what's important is that she should do her part in this room.
"Okay," she poured a glass of water, responding quickly.
At ten o'clock, Ji Mingzong went downstairs. The black POLO shirt was replaced by a white shirt. The collar was spread out without the intention of wearing a suit. A pair of black suit pants wrapped his slender legs just right, and he could vaguely see the straight legs between them. leg lines.
The two sat at the dining table. Ji Lan took the coffee cup from Manying's hand and handed it to him: "Calm down."
Mr. Ji slowly raised his gaze, landing on Ji Lan's face with a slight smile: "Why are you so angry?"
"256."
"Who told you I was angry?"
"You scolded me so loudly."
"Did you scold you?" Ji Mingzong asked leisurely as he picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. He glanced at Manying, who recognized the situation and left.
"You apologize when I scold someone, do you like apologizing so much?"
"That's because I carried the cat upstairs and you didn't see the cat when you came back."
"You are my lover. Carrying the cat upstairs will not make me emotional, but as an aunt at home, it is her problem that she did not tell me the whereabouts of 256 as soon as I came back and opened the door," Ji Mingzong told her word for word. , although the tone was not loud, but it was this calm mood that made Ji Lan feel ashamed.
"Taking people's money is a matter of loyalty."
"Jilan, never apologize for your subordinates. This is the most basic common sense as a manager."
"But what if it's all because of me?" In Ji Mingzong's eyes, Ji Lan's little cleverness was not worthy of publicity.
But fortunately, Ji Lan, who was above him, also knew how to judge people's hearts by looking at their faces, and asked him to teach her step by step.
"Isn't it a fault that I didn't warn you before it happened?" The broccoli that had been soaked in water and sprinkled with pepper was put into Ji Mingzong's mouth.
Even though the two were chatting, it didn't affect the man's slow chewing.
The end of elegance is impersonal indifference.
Ji Lan's fingertips were always on the cup, looking at Ji Mingzong, sizing him up and down: "Mr. Ming, you look like someone I know."
Mr. Ji was in a good mood and asked calmly: "Who?"
"Mrs. Ji."
Ji Mingzong's heart trembled.
Inexplicably, an unknown fire climbed up from his abdomen and went straight to his forehead. The smile that had just appeared on the corner of his lips was slightly suppressed. He picked up the tissue beside him and wiped his lips.
His tone was low and his emotions could not be heard: "Where does it look like?"
"The way you deal with people and the attitude that is arrogant to the core, you are like a born person in power. The contempt of the class will come out of every pore of your body."
Ji Mingzong leaned back slowly, put his fingertips on the table, slightly bent his arms, and approached Ji Lan with naked and undisguised coldness.
Suppressing his emotions, he frowned and asked, "So this is the kind of person I am in Miss Ji's heart?"
(End of chapter)