Chapter 112 President Ming is going to take over the Ji family and let me be the person in charge?
The Ji family's strict rules and regulations must be followed in every festival.
Even during a festival like the Hungry Ghost Festival, it is difficult for someone who has been in a high position for a long time to remain a materialist.
A few years ago, the old gentleman and the old lady went on a business trip to the border between Guangdong and Guangxi. They encountered some problems and tried various methods to no avail. In the end, they relied on metaphysics to solve the problem.
From then on, the old lady believed this.
College students in the 1950s were supposed to be staunch atheists, but since then, the Ji family has had countless Feng Shui masters and fortune tellers come in every year.
In the manor, Ji Lan was squatting on the roadside wearing a black short skirt and burning paper.
Behind him, Shu Wen saw this and reminded him softly: "Miss Lan, don't burn paper while squatting down."
Ji Lan couldn't remember the rules, but he changed them.
Squatting on the ground and burning paper, the smoke made her sweat.
When I was about to enter the house, I heard the old lady's clear voice: "If you don't talk about matchmaking in July, let's make it Mid-Autumn Festival in August!"
Ji Lan was slightly stunned and had some ominous premonition in his heart.
His eyes fell on Ji Xian, who staggered away from Ji Lan, walked over with a casual smile, and asked casually: "Do you want to be a matchmaker for me, grandma?"
"It's up to you," Deng Yi sneered, "First establish a career, then start a family, then you will have more options."
Ji Xian pulled up a chair and sat down, asking the servant to pour a cup of tea: "Then who are you going to talk to? Rourou already has a banquet, and it's not me, Lanlan?"
"Why are the people from this side of our family all talking about it? Just ignore the cousins of my second uncle's family?"
The tone is casual, but the words are not so nice.
Ji Hongyi glanced at him with cold eyes and motioned for him to shut up.
Instead, the old lady laughed: "Boy, grandma is paving the way for you, can't you see?"
"Using women's happiness to pave the way for me?" Ji Xian asked, glancing at the old lady: "Is this how grandma came here too?"
When Ji Hongyi heard this, he was stunned and raised his leg to kick him: "What are you talking about?"
Before his feet touched anyone, the old lady raised her hand to stop her: "It's a good thing for young people to be rebellious."
"That's not the case for me, because when I was their age, I had family support. Xiaoxian, from a wealthy family, if you don't want to become a trading commodity, you must rely on your own efforts and the love of your parents."
Tonight, let's get over.
Shu Wen sent the person away and came back to help the old lady wash up.
While supporting the person to lie on the bed, he asked with some curiosity: "Why did the old lady say this to Xiaoxian?"
"I'm telling it to Ji Lan," the old lady said leisurely: "This girl Lan is very scheming. Whenever there is anything, Ji Xian will ask on her behalf."
"Have you seen everything?"
"Do you still need to see it?" The old lady snorted: "Ji Xian has evil intentions towards Ji Lan, but it's just because of the family's reputation that he hasn't brought it out in the open. Do you really think I'm too old to see it?"
At half past nine, Ji Lan returned to Jinmao Mansion.
Just as I was about to turn off the engine and get out of the car, the phone rang.
Manyin informed on the other side: "Miss Ji, your husband is back and wants you to go back to the villa."
Ji Lan smelled the smoky smell on his body and sighed: "I'll take a shower and come over."
Manyin hesitated and did not dare to speak blindly. Instead, her eyes fell on Ji Mingzong who was touching the cat on one side.
The latter saw her eyes coming over and stretched out his hand. Manyin handed over the phone knowingly.
"Lanting doesn't have water for you to take a bath?"
"It's half an hour before I go to Lanting to take a shower. I want to take a shower now," Ji Lan responded lazily.
On the other side, Ji Mingzong was in an unclear mood. He had been out socializing for several days, and just went home to no one. He was rejected at this moment, so he was naturally not in a good mood: "Come back, don't let me say it a second time."
The phone was thrown to Manyin, who caught it with a held breath. Seeing Ji Mingzong stepping upstairs, he carefully spoke to Ji Lan with his cell phone still hanging up: "Miss Ji, please come back soon!"
It's half July, lonely late at night.
Lanting Villa is on the mountain. Go up the main road and take the auxiliary road to enter the community. The access control of the community is opened and the winding mountain road continues to wind up. Ji Lan doesn't think there is anything wrong with the villas built on the mountain on weekdays, but today he walked on this road. , be careful not to panic.
When turning the second corner, the lush camphor trees in the villa spread out on the roadside. Ji Lan took a breath and looked at the road. She flashed her headlights at the black Maybach parked beside the road in the community and followed her behind. Winding up.
Ji Lan knew that it was Ji Mingzong's car.
The car stopped in the yard, and Yan Hui got out of the car one after the other.
"Wait for me at the bottom of the mountain?"
"Sir, he said that today is a special day, so he asked me to go down and pick him up because he was afraid that you would be scared."
Ji Lan's heart trembled. Everything this old man did was stepping on her point.
Entering the house despite the heat wave, Ji Lan had just stood still when Ji Mingzong came down from upstairs. When he passed by her, he frowned: "Go to the temple?"
Ji Lan kept drinking water and glanced at him sideways with a sad look on his face.
"No wonder Miss Ji said she wants to take a bath now. I'll go up and put some water in for you."
Ji Lan was displeased and glanced at Ji Mingzong, who was feeling refreshed and refreshed after taking a shower. He suddenly had bad thoughts and put down his cup and wanted to rub him. The latter seemed to see her intention and ducked away. .
"Ji Lan! I just finished taking a shower."
"Wash one more!"
"Mr. Ming, treat me as an outsider, right?" Ji Lan imitated his tone and spoke.
"Go take a shower first!"
"You carry me up."
"Go by yourself."
"Then don't wash it. I'll go to bed and roll around in a while. I'll roll on every bed," Ji Lan said angrily.
He was the one who refused to let her take a bath, and it was she who disliked him.
"If you hadn't urged me to go home, I would be the fragrant Ji Xiaolan right now."
Mr. Ji frowned: "Is it wrong for me to urge you to go home?"
"What's wrong with me wanting to take a shower?" Ji Lan asked back, stiff as a donkey. Ji Mingzong stared at her, his gaze silently oppressing her, trying to make Ji Lan retreat.
And this man obviously had no intention of retreating.
After a long time, a helpless sigh sounded. The man placed one hand on Ji Lan's armpit, held her butt with the other, and let her sit on his arm like a child.
Carrying someone upstairs.
"You are a living ancestor."
"Then you should go out and burn paper for me today, and you have to squat down to burn it, not half-squatting."
Ji Lan's angrily words made Ji Mingzong glance at her sideways: "Going back to Ji's house?"
"Yeah," Ji Lan said angrily, "There are many rules."
"You can change this rule from now on."
"Can I do this?" Even if the old lady dies, there will still be mountains of Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi pressing down on her.
"You have it," Mr. Ji said with absolute certainty, "If I say you have it, you have it."
"What? Mr. Ming is going to take over the Ji family and let me be the person in charge?"