Chapter 101 Let’s see which girl the third child has been close to recently.
Ji Mingzong's ambiguous words without a positive response caused the bedroom to fall into silence again. He felt a sense of indifference to the Ji family.
But the old lady didn't want to see this the most.
The Ji family is the root. Obviously, Ji Mingzong now wants to pull out this root and make a decision with the Ji family.
In a wealthy family, with more sons, there are more schemes. Deng Yi looked back and forth and felt relieved when he saw that the old lady was silent.
With a smile, he broke the silence in front of him: "Maybe I saw it wrong. If the third brother is in love, he should bring it back to his mother to see."
One sentence solved the current dilemma, but pushed Ji Mingzong into another situation.
He should have brought it to the old lady to see, but he didn't bring it back. These words undoubtedly quietly tore open the fig leaf between the old lady and Ji Mingzong.
Mother and son are not a fig leaf for mother and son.
On the other hand, Ji Mingzong knew that the old lady was testing him and hanging on to him, so he was already kindhearted when he came back to act with them. But now, Chen Yan and Deng Yi were pushing him back and forth to be unfilial and unfilial. Due to his mother's situation, he no longer had the desire to act.
He was not in the mood to let the little white rabbit at home not tease and compete with these old guys.
The man lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on his fingertips. His index and thumb fingers were crossed and rubbed together. If Zhang Yingzai was here, he would shut up right now.
Habits that have been practiced over the years always come into play at certain special moments.
The silence erupted silently, and the working sound of the central air conditioner in the room seemed harsh. At the end, Ji Mingzong stood up slowly. His whole body was as cold as ice, and he said coldly, no strangers should enter: "I have something else to do, let's go first. ”
"Mingzong," the old lady became anxious, her harsh eyes fell on Deng Yi, and she scolded her coldly: "Get out."
The old lady was not majestic but the other four people did not dare to disobey and left one by one.
The bedroom was quiet for an instant. Ji Mingzong half-opened the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked against the heat wave outside.
"When will you smoke?"
"The year I went abroad," Ji Mingzong replied in a heart-wrenching manner.
"Smoking too much is not good for your health."
"Too many calculations are bad for your brain," he reached out and lit the cigarette ashes by the window coffin, his sarcastic voice harsh.
"Mingzong, can you understand me? Your eldest and second brothers are eyeing Henli covetously. Your father is unconscious now. If Henli is handed over to you, they will definitely be dissatisfied."
"Tsk!" The old lady's words were interrupted with a cold snort.
"Give your things to whoever you want, are you afraid that others will disapprove of you? Don't say this kind of feeble-minded excuse in the future."
Ji Mingzong leaned against the window and smoked a cigarette.
Xinghuo gradually lost his patience, and he couldn't bear to see the old lady crying and pretending to be powerful in front of him, just like the scene before when he cried and said he didn't want to go out, but was sent away in the end.
The humidity in his youth has been with him for most of his life, and the person who started it all is now on the side of the weak, trying to kidnap him morally.
Several confrontations.
The old lady had already figured out Ji Mingzong's temperament and did not dare to follow Heng Li's topic.
She tried her best to act like a good mother and cared about his personal problems: "If you are in love, take her home and see her. It doesn't matter which girl she is, as long as you like her."
Just as long as you like it?
A few days later, during the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner, Ji Mingzong pressed Ji Lan's ears and temples in the bathroom, making the old lady angry and sent her to the hospital on the spot.
When he woke up, he wanted to chop Ji Lan with a knife.
He kept calling her a foxy girl.
But Ji Mingzong blocked her anger with one sentence. He said: "Didn't you say that? I can just like it myself?"
When the words "rebellious and contrary to ethics and morals" were pasted on Ji Mingzong's forehead, she seemed to see his rebellious character.
I will not express these details for the time being. When Ji Mingzong came out of the old lady's room, several people in the living room looked at his face. Headed by Ji Hongyi, they stood up and called out to him. The two walked to the yard and chatted for a few words.
"It's normal for you to feel resentment when you're alone in a foreign country these years, but in the end, we're still a family. My mother is getting older and can't stand the trouble."
Ji Mingzong lit the cigarette ashes in the hot wind and quipped back: "The old man can be tortured to death, but the young man can't be tortured to death? Big brother."
Ji Mingzong stopped talking and stared at Ji Hongyi like a wild wolf in the dark night, his eyes glowing with green light, suppressing him and making him unable to breathe.
Ji Hongyi was fifty years old now. In other people's words, he could have been born if he had been married and had children at an early age, but this cub, who was nearly two reincarnations younger than him, made his back feel numb for a moment.
The gaze that stared at him was like a human being or a ghost.
After a long time, Ji Mingzong opened his thin lips, unable to contain his murderous aura: "Are you sure that second brother doesn't want Hengli?"
On the surface, Ji Mingda listens to him and wants to work together to get rid of him, but in this world, are there too many things where the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole stalks behind?
This night ended unhappy.
When Ji Hongyi left the manor, his face was gloomy and terrifying. Ji Rourou, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe.
Until Ji Hongyi got out of the car and Sun Luo entered Ji's house, this silent oppression seemed to open a hole.
"Go and check to see which girl the third child has been close to recently," Ji Hongyi looked anxious. Since he already knew that he had done something, he was undoubtedly torn apart. After all, how could he pretend to be a brotherly brother? ?
Now he had to spare no effort to prevent Hengli from falling into his hands.
As for Ji Mingda...hehe...
"Don't do it, check it out!" Ji Hongyi warned again.
On this day, when Ji Mingzong returned home, he could not tell whether he was in good or bad mood. He smelled faintly of tobacco. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw Ji Lan lying on the bed and reaching out to touch 256's paws. One person and one cat were playing happily. joyous.
"Back?"
"Meow."
The greeting sounded at the same time, and the man hummed. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands and came out. He touched 256's head with one hand and grabbed Ji Lan's arm with the other to lift her up from the bed.
As he got closer, the faint scent of sandalwood from Ji Mingzong's body hit his nostrils.
Ji Lan sniffed him like a puppy: "Go to Ji's house?"
"Why do you ask?"
"The sandalwood scent on your body cannot be used by ordinary people, but so far I have only seen Mrs. Ji use it, and she does it all year round."
Ji Mingzong marveled at Ji Lan's shrewdness.
Even though he was guessed several times, he could still block it calmly: "Little girl, it's normal to have limited vision."
Ji Lan's suspicion was blocked by those light words, and she was invisibly being taught a lesson by holding her head down, as if her eyes had been trapped in the Ji family for the rest of her life.
After this incident, when Ji Lan went to the Beijing-Hong Kong Club a few days apart, he went to the bathroom and smelled this privately prepared sandalwood in the bathroom.
At that time, Ji Mingzong's eyes flashed through her mind.
There is an indescribable disdain.
The aromatherapy customized by Ji's family appeared in the toilet like this.
It is like the overthrow of the old system by a new system, and it is also the silent resistance of some people.
Early the next morning, before Ji Lan woke up, she received a phone call.
"Mr. Ji, I didn't disturb your rest, right?"
This voice was quite familiar, so Ji Lan tentatively said, "Director Lin."