Chapter 116 Should I call you President Ming or Director Ji?
Ji Xian's love for Ji Lan was better than that of brother and sister. He probably knew that she was not from Ji's family since he was a child, so his defenses were naturally not as rigorous as ordinary people's.
Whether it’s his support when he was young or his peers when he grew up, every frame seems like he is doing illegal activities within the established route.
He is not pure, and the distracting thoughts in his heart become more and more intense as he gets older. In the past six months, he has taken over half of the sky of Maosheng Pharmaceutical. He travels back and forth on business for a long time, socializes at the dinner table, and participates in many occasions of drinking, sex, and wealth.
Coming and going, I have seen a lot of the sinister nature of people's hearts, and I miss the innocence of my youth even more.
The Ji family has always been a highly praised existence in Beijing and Hong Kong over the years, like stars over the moon, making people live in false lies.
"Lan Lan, you are still young. You have to figure out whether the ups and downs of the shopping mall are true and false."
"I know," Ji Lan didn't want to talk about this while eating: "The pot is boiling."
This meal didn't start well, the process was dull, and it ended in a hurry.
Before saying goodbye, Ji Xian told her: "Don't go back to Ji's house in the near future."
She knew it well and nodded.
Back at Lanting Villa, it was exactly ten o'clock, and the villa's grandfather clock struck a magnificent sound.
She changed her shoes and went in. 256 ran towards her with his tail raised, and stretched when he reached her feet.
"Miss Ji is back, have you eaten?"
"I've eaten," Ji Lan responded calmly: "No need for midnight snacks, you can rest!"
"Mr. Ji"
"I'll just wait,"
Before Manying finished speaking, Ji Lan blocked her words.
After taking a shower, I deliberately picked out a silk suspender belt from the cloakroom. Once I put my robe on, I could only see the outside but not the inside.
Afterwards, I walked around in the wine cabinet of the western restaurant in a leisurely and elegant manner, picked out the most expensive bottle of red wine, picked up the wine, took out the cup, poured half the bottle of red wine into the toilet and flushed it away.
When Ji Mingzong came back, Ji Lan was holding a wine glass and leaning dizzy on the sofa, dragging the cup holder with one hand and holding 256 in the other, looking like a drunkard.
The man took the cup from her hand and couldn't hide his displeasure: "How much did you drink?"
"Not much."
Mr. Ji raised the bottle and looked at it: "It's not much, just half a bottle."
The suit was thrown aside on the sofa. The man leaned over. Ji Lan stretched out her white lotus arms and hooked his neck. When she exhaled like a blue voice, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with her breath spread to his neck.
Hundreds of thousands of bottles of red wine came from European private wineries. The wine was mellow and sweet, and it was a perfect match for Ji Lan at this time.
Sweet and intoxicating.
From Ji Mingzong's perspective, when one person is awake and the other person is sinking, it is not a good time to talk.
Obviously, Ji Lan was in a "drunk" state today and talked a lot.
She first talked about work matters, secretly lamenting that it was difficult to recruit people, and it was even harder to recruit a capable assistant.
Then he talked about having dinner with Ji Xian tonight. The two of them went to a good Cantonese tea restaurant and wanted to take him with them later.
Ji Mingzong didn't like her getting close to Ji Xian, but there was nothing he could do to talk to a drunkard at this time.
Before putting the person on the bed, Ji Lan muttered: "People from Fengming Capital are not good people."
Mr. Ji's hand paused for a moment: "What should I say?"
"Why are you so interested?" Ji Lan looked at him drunkenly: "Are you the same?"
"I saw you today," Ji Lan hooked her arms around the man's neck and rubbed her fingertips back and forth on the collar of his shirt.
Ji Mingzong is profound and sophisticated, and his life is as rigid as his emotions. Anyone who comes close to him must walk in his line.
If there is a slight mistake, it is a small matter to be eliminated, but it is a big matter to lose one's life.
He will pamper her and pamper her, will pave the way for her to help her grow, and will use his superior attitude to hold her down when she is not in a good mood. Tonight's scene was a last resort.
She has to rely on this big tree now, not wanting to offend, but urgently needing to know the truth.
If she really asked something that she shouldn't have asked, she would be able to excuse herself by blaming it on being drunk tomorrow morning.
Acting was acting, but she had to be clear-headed, especially when playing tricks with a man like Ji Mingzong, she had to be extremely vigilant.
Ji Mingzong thought about the time when Ji Lan's call came. He was about to leave Fengming Building at three o'clock in the afternoon. Ji Lan's call came in at 3:12.
He already had the answer in his heart, but his face looked calm.
"Where?"
"Fengming Capital Building, should I call you President Ming or Director Ji?"
This is a test.
Ji Mingzong's ability to see into people's hearts has been deeply rooted in his bones. The cleverness in Ji Lan's eyebrows and eyes, when he is in a good mood, he will praise her.
If it's like today, not to mention holding it up, but not stepping on it is the kindness of the superiors to the common people.
The man held the fingertips that were rubbing his collar, pulled it down gently and put it in his palm and rubbed it slowly: "What do you want to shout?"
"Mr. Ming."
"Then call Mr. Ming," he said dotingly, but the strength of holding her fingertips was not light. Ji Lan had taken a bath, and the fragrance of the shower gel on her body was hard to dissipate. Ji Mingzong held her shoulders and pressed her on the bed. , already the last of his patience: "Sleep."
Ji Lanbuyi: "I think you are who you are, right?"
"Don't you think I'm enough? Ji Xiaolan," the man touched the side of her face, slid his fingertips into the back of her neck and led her forward: "Seeing with your eyes and listening with your heart are better than any stormy words from the outside world. ”
"What if the eyes are not clear and the heart is not pure?"
Ji Mingzong stared at her, his deep gaze was like a Shura in the dark night. It doesn't want your life, but it can make your emotions gradually collapse.
Ji Lan gradually fell apart under his gaze.
The thought of getting to the bottom of it gradually disappeared.
After a long time, a short faint laughter sounded in the bedroom, and the slender fingertips were pulled away from the back of her head.
Looking back, Ji Mingzong was standing by the bed unbuttoning his shirt, with a casual attitude as if the conversation just now was just an episode in a long night.
I have been living for more than thirty years, and it took more than ten years of wandering life to reach my current high position. During this period, it was bittersweet, and blood and tears were common.
People who climb to the top of the mountain step by step will feel pity for those at the bottom of the mountain, but not much.
And those slightest feelings of pity are worthless in front of interests and rights.
It is true that he was attracted to Ji Lan and fell in love with him over time. The most important thing that kept this relationship alive for four months was that Ji Lan was obedient, sensible, and knew how to advance and retreat.
However, today, she pressed the question in a drunken state, which was somewhat overstepping the mark.
The busy days and socializing made him unintentional to play such suspicious games with her.
Ji Mingzong took a bath late at night and left home.
When the car engine sounded, Ji Lan stood by the window and opened the gauze curtain to take a look.
Not long after, he also changed his clothes and left Lanting Villa.
He does not stay.
Of course she wouldn't stay as a canary.
"Sir, Miss Ji is gone too."
In the back seat, the man's eyes opened slightly, and a deep cold light burst out: "Turn around."
"Stop her."