Chapter 115 Mr. Ji: Are you wronged?
"The rack is quite big."
After they were sent away, Meng Qinghe stood in front of the tea table and poured the water from the teacup into the sea of tea beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the person who pushed away from the lounge and said, "I finally know who you look like with this proud aura."
Ji Mingzong glanced at him coldly, and Meng Qinghe shut up. He didn't have to rush to say something even though he knew the other party didn't like it.
"She came to Ji Mingda as soon as something happened. When you were sick abroad and you were about to die, you didn't even see her come to see you. After all," Meng Qinghe shook his head. It doesn't matter if he doesn't say anything. Every time he mentions the old past, Once is a prick in the heart: "It's not a thing."
At the end of August, traffic in Beijing and Hong Kong was busy, with congestion from morning to night.
When the hot air carries the car exhaust, the hot people are fascinated. Ji Lan's car is blocked one kilometer away from the company, and in front of him is the endless red car taillights.
She rushed back to the company for an interview. Since she became famous, the company has been expanding infinitely, hiring more new people, and cooperating with more companies.
If there is not enough manpower, recruitment will naturally start.
"Mr. Ji, I don't know how long the traffic will be blocked ahead," the young man driving the car said helplessly as he looked at the endless traffic that had been stuck for half an hour.
Ji Lan craned his neck to take a look and sighed, that's what was annoying about CBD.
"Is there an umbrella in the car?"
"have."
"Give it to me, I'll walk over."
On a thirty-eight-nine-degree day, Ji Lan walked on the deserted road with her bag and high heels.
Approaching the company, when passing the traffic light, I happened to walk across from Fengming Capital.
As she raised her eyes, a familiar Maybach slowly drove out of the parking lot of Fengming Capital. The sun was dazzling but also bright. When it fell into the windshield, she saw Yan Hui's figure.
Almost instantly, Ji Lan took out his phone and took a photo.
Send it to Xu Ying.
The other party’s message came very quickly: “It’s such a hot day, are you roasting sweet potatoes outside?”
"The old director of Fengming Capital's car is the car I saw last time."
Ji Lan stood on the road, sweating profusely. When he saw Xu Ying's text message, a moment of disbelief flashed across his face.
When the light turned green, she crossed the street and returned to the company. When the cold air from the air conditioner hit her, a spring of clear water seemed to be injected into her muddy brain, which made her sober up.
"Mr. Ji, this is the final list for the interview. Pay special attention to the person at the bottom. His parents are high-level officials in the government."
Ji Lan put down the bag in her hand and said, "I know."
"You?" Zhang Fan saw her sweating profusely and hesitated: "You came back?"
Ji Lan responded casually: "Traffic jam."
"You said last time that you took photos of the CEO of Fengming Capital. Is he still there?"
Zhang Fan shrugged: "There was something wrong with the photo album after my phone fell into the water. I later bought a new phone and I probably can't find it."
"I know," Ji Lan said casually, "Let's go out! Where is Mr. Xu?"
"Mr. Xu sent Shi An to shoot an advertisement."
Ji Lan pulled up his chair and sat down, looking at the pile of application materials in front of him, feeling uneasy. What if Ji Mingzong was really the CEO of Fengming Capital?
What should she do?
Ji Lan has always been a man of action. When he thought about it, the call was already dialed.
On the other side, Ji Mingzong was rushing to the dinner with Meng Qinghe. When he saw Ji Lan's phone call, he frowned slightly and cut it off.
On the contrary, Meng Qinghe looked at him strangely: "Crazy Bee Langdie?"
Ji Mingzong said nothing, with an unknown emotion between his brows and eyes. Meng Qinghe consciously classified it as Mrs. Ji's and didn't ask any more questions.
The phone he had just put down lit up again, and a text message came in from Ji Lan: "Busy?"
Ji Mingzong is a man who has a lot of things to do every day. On weekdays, he may even have a breakfast meeting with the bosses during the meal. Work arrangements are made according to the arrangements, and trivial matters in life are dealt with in a strict manner. Private phone calls are made with some partners and investors. I rarely see him texting. In the short time he spent wandering around the keyboard, he could finish three or five things.
But today, Meng Qinghe opened his eyes.
It was rare in a century to see him initiate a text message.
"Is something wrong?"
Ji Lan: "I miss you, can we meet?"
Mr. Ji raised his fingertips holding the phone slightly, paused for a few seconds, and noticed something unusual in Ji Lan's words: "Are you wronged?"
Ji Lan: "No, I think about it every day."
"In the evening" Ji Mingzong spoke concisely and concisely. At this point in the conversation, Ji Lan should have known each other, but suspicions arose today. This text message was not innocent at all.
"Not now?"
"I'm busy, try to come home as early as possible." On this day, Ji Mingzong was socializing with people from the government office at the Fifth Ring Road. Going to the Fifth Ring Road from the CBD central area, he could take the beltway for an hour without being stuck in traffic. If there was a traffic jam, there would be no hope.
The wine table is served at seven o'clock, and the meal is finished at eleven o'clock. It is already after midnight when he returns to the company. If he gets up early for a meeting the next day, he usually returns to the company's penthouse suite at this time.
But today, it is rare that I choose to go home as soon as possible because of Ji Lan's words about missing you.
After the chat ended, Ji Lan threw away the phone and put it on the table.
He rubbed his face and sighed.
She's finished!
She's finished! ! !
“You’ve made money and still feel unhappy?”
"Isn't that what you said? The higher you sit, the more suffering you will suffer," Ji Lan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Ji Xian, who was holding the steering wheel.
The latter laughed helplessly: "What suffering can be compared to the suffering you suffered when you were living under someone else's roof?"
"That's right." Looking back on the past twenty years, the situation at this time was the best she had ever experienced.
There is no need to rely on others, no need to play around, no need to beg others.
The days in front of her are already the ceiling of her journey over the years.
At half past seven, in a Cantonese tea restaurant, Ji Xian asked for a private room. The two of them pushed the door open and walked in. A pot of bamboo fungus and chicken soup was served, steaming.
The soup boiled and rose up to the lampshade, then circled and disappeared.
Ji Xian looked at Ji Lan, the complex emotions in his eyes rising and disappearing with the heat.
The air conditioner in the private room was turned on to block the heat wave outside.
"I heard you're expanding recently?"
"Yeah!" Ji Lan responded: "I'm going to work on both film and television and cultivating artists."
"Did you think of it yourself?" Ji Xian asked.
Ji Lan has grown too fast during this period. Whether it is acquiring most of the best-selling ancient sayings on the market or the two-pronged approach in front of him, he is familiar with it like a veteran who has been in the mall for more than ten years.
"A friend gave me some advice."
"The other party is very powerful?"
Ji Mingzong's words about starting a small business flashed through Ji Lan's mind, and she licked her lips: "Do a small business."
Once a man is involved in his feelings for a woman, he cannot be pure. Ji Lan smiled, and Ji Xian was in crisis: "A man?"
"Yes," Ji Lan responded bluntly. Then he felt that Ji Xian's question was suppressing his emotions, so he raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Any questions?"
"Do I recognize him?"
The two of them spoke in unison. Compared with the former's indifference and the latter's care, they were indeed so indifferent that they didn't look like a family.
September is approaching and October has just begun. I wish you all a happy holiday in advance!