Chapter 111 Ji Lan, don’t make me say it a second time
"What are you feeling?"
"You keep saying that I am above the people, why can't you put me in danger regardless of my safety for your own selfish desires?" Ji Lan outputted wildly.
Facing Ji Mingzong's cold and oppressive questioning, he became even more annoyed.
"Ji Lan, let's get to the point." Ji Mingzong closed the door behind him, isolating the quarrel in the living room.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
She always felt that something was wrong about Ji Mingzong's presence at the venue tonight. When Li Zhen saw her, he showed that he had something to say, but he met Zhao Jiahuai, which was even more wrong.
"For example?" Ji Mingzong asked.
"You kept it from me, how could I know?"
"So? Should I cooperate with your baseless speculations and tolerate your nameless anger?"
Ji Mingzong is nearly ten years older than her, but the distance has been opened with blood and tears in these ten years. When he stood at the pinnacle of power and looked down at all living beings, if Ji Lan had not entered the game with his beauty, he would have been one of the many ants at this time. That’s all.
He wanted to hold her and step on her, just in a matter of seconds.
"Come down and eat."
"Jilan, don't make me say it a second time."
"Mr. Zhao and Director Ji set up this scheme with good intentions. They used a beauty trick on a girl in her early twenties to push her into an isolated and helpless position. Aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"
Zhao Jiahuai held the steering wheel. Hearing Li Zhen's words, he didn't rush to refute. Instead, he opened the center console and handed him a pack of cigarettes: "Want one?"
"No need," Li Zhen refused.
Zhao Jiahuai was not polite: "Then you take it apart and I'll smoke one."
Mr. Li glanced at him, then opened the plastic film with his fingertips and opened the lid. While waiting for the red light, Zhao Jiahuai smoked a cigarette and lit it.
It was sweltering in the summer, and the air conditioner was on in the car, so he turned on the air circulation.
He took a puff of cigarette and said casually: "How do you know it's a beauty trap and not a beauty trap? How do you know that Ji Lan will definitely be alone and helpless? Since Mr. Li cares about them, he should know something about them!"
"In other words, no matter what, it is their Ji family's business. Why is Mr. Li worried about this? Does he want to take sides?"
Zhao Jiahuai and Li Zhen were not that far apart. They had known each other a few years ago, and because they were both among the elites of the shopping mall, they often ran into each other at meetings.
Later, I got on the line with Ji Mingzong, and I criticized Li Zhen several times for Ji Mingzong, but every time, Li Zhen's answers were always correct.
Don’t take sides.
Today, for the sake of Ji Lan, did you get involved in the Ji family's affairs?
"Mr. Li, you should be worried about the kind of relationship between Director Ji and Ji Lan. As long as a man starts to miss a woman, there are many ways and means to be dealt with. At least, Director Ji didn't do this, right?"
Li Zhen has thoughts about Ji Lan, and these thoughts can also become a sharp blade.
Ji Mingzong was really nothing. He pushed Ji Lan out just like Ji Hongyi, and Li Zhen couldn't escape.
"Why don't you think about it and come to the third master's side?" After such a thing, Zhao Jiahuai still didn't forget to instigate him.
Li Zhen didn't believe it: "Mr. Zhao, don't you think these high-sounding words are like a lie? It's just because I know something about Ji Lan, and I know she won't stand next to the third master of the Ji family."
Zhao Jiahuai held the steering wheel with one hand and drove straight along Yanjiang Avenue, preparing to take Li Zhen back to his residence.
Hearing what Li Zhen said, he curled his lips with a half-smile, and there was a bit of unreal disdain on his face: "Mr. Li, even if this is true, Ji Lan is not at a loss. How do you think she became famous in this battle?" Come?"
"Rely on strength? Or rely on luck? It's true that she has a little strength, but how many talented people with little strength and no connections have been drowned all their lives? Luck? If you are so lucky, you should have found your biological parents and gone back to be your daughter. Ji Lan is as smart as a ghost, do you think she really didn't notice it? She was just thinking about something."
"You are not a fish. You know how happy fish is."
These words are stark reality. Li Zhen was speechless.
When he arrived at the door of his residence, Zhao Jiahuai warned earnestly: "Mr. Li, if you don't want to take sides, don't get involved."
"Eating people's food, being loyal to people, the Ji family's bowl is not easy to handle."
"It's a small thing to get your hands burned, but it's a big deal to lose your life."
Everyone is a smart person, and they are all struggling in the world of fame and fortune. Be it Li Zhen or Zhao Jiahuai, they are both leaders among the young people in Beijing and Hong Kong.
That's enough.
In the villa, Ji Lan was sitting at the dining table. There was pork ribs and red date soup on the table. It was simmering under the fire and steaming. Ji Mingzong crossed the dining table and picked up the bowl in front of Ji Lan, scooped out a bowl of soup and handed it to her.
"I made it specially for you, drink more."
"No matter how angry you are, you have to eat and be obedient," Mr. Ji patiently coaxed her.
This meal was not very enjoyable.
It was probably because the anger in her heart had not subsided. When the two of them were rubbing each other's ears late at night, Ji Lan's reaction was indifferent and she was not as cooperative as before. No matter how Ji Mingzong teased her, she was not interested.
So much so that this person got up early in the morning and couldn't get rid of the fire. He tortured her a lot before giving up.
After that day, Ji Lan was busy with work. He took his artists to participate in various activities and negotiated copyright matters with major film and television companies. He was very busy.
And Ji Mingzong seemed to be very busy. He said he was on a business trip and nothing happened.
Ji Mingzong doesn't go back to his villa, so Ji Lan often goes back to Jinmao Mansion.
It feels like the sponsor’s father is not at home and he feels comfortable being himself.
As the Ghost Festival approaches, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets. Beijing and Hong Kong are a city where humanities, history and modern finance keep pace with each other.
At times like this, the swingers who hang out in the bars stay at home instead of going out.
At this time of year, Ji Lan finds it funny that people who usually do evil things are actually afraid of ghosts.
Ji Lan came out of the spa with Xu Ying that day.
The two chatted.
"I heard from my dad that the land in the Fifth Ring Road was taken over by someone from Fengming Capital, and the Ji family didn't even touch him."
Ji Lan held the steering wheel and looked at the road, and responded calmly: "Such a big deal?"
"No, everyone is amazed. Usually in this kind of land competition, only the Ji family is present, and the rest of the people basically run with them. How could they have thought of making a fortune this year?"
"In this kind of land project, the go-between is extremely important. The Ji family has developed a close relationship with the top leaders of the government over the years. The carving up of the core bidding section is essentially taking care of the benefit process for certain people. The position of the Ji family as a big guard is either It’s because we can’t sit still, or Fengming Capital has a stronger backing.”
"I'm curious!" Xu Ying said angrily: "I met him from a distance last time. The boss of Fengming Capital is young and promising, and he is extremely beautiful in the world!"
Just as Ji Lan was about to speak, the phone rang, and she frowned and looked at the caller ID.
"Why is Deng Yi calling you? What good can happen?"
"I'll take it first."
When the phone was picked up, Deng Yi spoke concisely and concisely, telling her to return to Ji's house during the Ghost Festival.
Ji Lan wanted to refuse, but Deng Yi seemed to see her intention: "If I can't speak well, let your dad beat you himself."
In one sentence, her questioning voice was stuck in her throat.