Chapter 99 Miss me and don’t contact me?
Mature men and women can pull at the speed of lust faster than the young ones.
Ji Mingzong has been busy with affairs recently, and interpersonal relationships are spreading in the Fifth Ring Road. Wine tables, dinner parties, bathing centers, and various cultural activities are taking turns.
In a place with many men, there will naturally be women to adjust the atmosphere. He is in the middle of the game. It is an illusion to say that he is not stained with rouge and powder. If he says that he is dirty, it is not true.
From beginning to end, he only had one woman, Ji Lan.
After a few days of idle time, he felt physically empty, and the fire in his heart that Ji Lan refused to contact her even if he didn't contact her, started to burn even more intensely.
The car was still a few kilometers away from the Lanting Villa. Ji Mingzong finished unloading the first round of fire, and Ji Lan lay on his shoulder panting, hot sweat coming up layer by layer, cooling down in a daze, and her back felt cold. , very uncomfortable.
"Have you ever thought about me?" A deep voice sounded in her ears.
Ji Lan hummed lazily, obviously tired.
"Don't you want to contact me?" Mr. Ji was not ready to let her go just like that.
I prayed for his peace in front of the Bodhisattva and stopped contacting him for a few days.
Ji Lan's half-true and half-fake friendship is hard to grasp.
The air conditioner was too loud, and the hair on her back stood up. She sneezed, leaned over Ji Mingzong's shoulder and rubbed her itchy nose: "I'm busy, Mr. Ming."
"Can't Xu Ying do this kind of thing?" Ji Mingzong glanced at her, moved his broad and rough palm back and forth on her back, and leaned over to turn off the air conditioner in the back seat.
"I can do it, but I don't feel at ease if I don't watch it. After all, this is my lifeblood." If the show fails to take off, she will lose her fortune and probably won't be able to even go to the crematorium.
Ji Lan moved uncomfortably and said softly, "You go out first."
The man pressed her waist: "Slow down."
Ji Lan sighed slightly and stopped struggling, letting him do it.
At seven o'clock, the setting sun set in the west and fell on the lawn of Lanting Villa. The green grass looked golden, dazzling and dazzling.
Ji Mingzong carried the person upstairs, and Manyin came up to him and asked eagerly: "What's wrong with Miss Ji?"
"Go put the water in."
After soaking his lazy body in hot water, the coldness that penetrated Ji Lan's bones was relieved.
On the edge of the bathtub, Mr. Ji looked down at her: "I've lost weight."
"Didn't you eat well?"
"It's hot and I have no appetite." She put her neck into the water.
Her hair floats on the water like a fairy.
Looking at it, Ji Mingzong's eyes darkened, and his eyes were full of emotions.
"For data?"
"Well, make stars," entertainment companies rely on artists to survive, and whether the artists do well or not is directly related to them: "Create a cash cow."
"If there is only one chess piece on the chessboard, do you know what the consequences will be?" Ji Mingzong said in a casual voice. He went out to pour a glass of water, then came in and leaned on the sink and looked at her: "There is a one percent chance of falling on someone else. It falls on you, 100%.”
Ji Lan was slightly silent: "Mr. Ming, I understand everything, but I am short of money now."
"Have you used up what you gave last time?"
"Not much left." Ji Mingzong spent more than 50 million last time, but there was not much left.
The company's second drama has already been put into filming and is waiting to spend a lot of money.
"I told you, it's useless to pray to God," Ji Mingzong placed a cup of warm water on the small table beside Ji Lan: "Remember to drink it after soaking."
"Where are you going?" When Ji Lan saw someone about to leave, she raised her neck and chased after him, then shouted, "Do we still need to use the word "begging" in our relationship?"
Ji Mingzong had just sat down on the sofa on the first floor and was leaning over to touch 256 when he saw Ji Lan chasing him downstairs wearing this nightgown with wet hair.
The man glanced at her, his eyes darkened, and he threw hard words into her ears: "Get ready before you come out." Ji Lan didn't take it seriously: "Let's talk first."
She still understands the principle of striking while the iron is hot. Now that they are talking about it, is it okay not to let Ji Mingzong spit out some gold coins?
"If you don't obey me, you won't be able to talk."
Ji Mingzong had a strong official accent and had a bad habit of greeting those people. In addition, he held a high position and was used to giving orders. Over time, arrogance soaked into every pore of his body.
Ji Lan was worried about upsetting him, so she turned and went upstairs to quickly remove her makeup and wash herself. She took a hair dryer and came down wearing a pair of silk suspender pajamas, an off-white style with several spreading butterflies embroidered on it.
Exquisite but a little playful, it makes people think.
The familiar person walked up to Ji Mingzong, moved 256 away with his feet, and squatted between his knees like a cat.
Hand him the hair dryer.
Ji Mingzong was stunned, and then a short laugh sounded above her head: "Ji Lan, you are very easy to reject me and order me around."
"Don't want to?" Ji Lan squatted on the carpet and got ready, but Ji Mingzong held his shoulders.
"You'd better make me feel comfortable at night, otherwise."
When it comes to fighting in the car, there is not enough space and limitations, so you have to be happy.
Ji Mingzong was not fully enjoying himself. Seeing that Ji Lan was tired, he just thought about it. He never imagined that she would occupy the position of 256 just like a cat while wearing a suspender.
Afraid of provoking her sincerely.
"Sir, let me do it!" Manyin came out with hot soup and was shocked when she saw this.
Ji Mingzong moved his eyes to her and said no.
After blow-drying her hair, the bowl of hot soup was just right, and Ji Mingzong urged her to drink it.
Ji Lan held the soup and drank it honestly.
At eight o'clock sharp, Yan Hui knocked on the door and came in and handed him a car key.
Ji Mingzong leaned against the entrance hall and stared at her, as if waiting for her to finish the "big thing". Without saying a word, his cold eyes silently urged her to eat like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Come here after eating."
Ji Lan followed Ji Mingzong from the stairs into the parking lot on the second floor.
In the parking lot, dozens of luxury cars were neatly arranged and shiny. Right at the entrance, there was a brand new Bentley of the latest model, with smooth black lines and majestic appearance.
Ji Mingzong handed her the car keys: "Try it?"
"For me?"
The man hummed.
"I have a car."
"The car is your face, Miss Ji. If you drive that broken Mercedes to discuss business with people, who will believe that you are from Ji's family?"
"Learning to package yourself is also a required course in shopping malls."
Ji Lan took the keys and opened the car door to get in the car when Ji Mingzong's phone rang. When the man took out his phone, his brows were furrowed and the thick displeasure could not be dispersed.
Ji Lan's hand tightened on the door handle: "What's wrong?"
"Work phone number," the man told her, and then told her: "Try it yourself."
Then he turned around and went upstairs.
Ji Hongyi's call was particularly persistent. Even when Ji Mingzong went into the study room to pick up the call, he didn't even bother to hang up.
"Brother."
"How have you been busy lately, third brother?"
Ji Mingzong did not respond directly: "Brother, what do you want from me?"
"The old lady is sick. I miss you. I'll come back and see you when I have time." Ji Hongyi was sitting in the old lady's bedroom at this time. His tone was calm but he felt uncomfortable. He was so busy every day that smoke was coming from his feet, so he put aside all the entertainment and came back from work. To keep company, it turned out that the only thing the old lady cared about was her third son.