Chapter 123 Marriage? Think it through?
Early September 2010.
Ji Mingzong was established at thirty.
Ji Lan is in her early twenties.
From the perspective of age and development prospects, it is not the best time to get married, but today, Ji Lan brought up the word marriage in person.
Whether it is a test or a joke, it all means making innuendoes.
Ji Mingzong had seen countless monsters and monsters in his life, not to mention Ji Lan's blatant temperament and everything he showed.
He is hard to see through.
The corners of the man's lips raised slightly, and he looked at her with a smile, as if a deep spring was about to drown her: "Have you thought about it clearly?"
"You are willing if I think about it clearly? ”
"Of course." Mr. Ji nodded slowly: "But there are some things that I have to warn you about in advance. In my entire life, Mingzong, I have never been divorced, only widowed."
The man's tone was gentle, and he continued to speak straightforwardly: " If it's because of love, I can't ask for it, but love in the world is fickle, and sincerity is rare. If you and I get married, I won't guard you, let alone make a yin-yang contract to make you my joint debtor. These means, use I despise women."
"The only thing is, I open my heart to you, so you don't want to withdraw from my life and career," Ji Mingzong said with greeting palms. Her lower back: "Lan Lan, you should know what divorce means to a businessman."
A very realistic and naked question.
Ji Lan sometimes thinks that it would be great if she and Ji Mingzong were completely different worlds, so that she would use various methods and means to force Ji Mingzong to bow his head and be humble.
But she is not. If a wealthy family divorces, maybe the other party will take away half of your family.
Not to mention Ji Mingzong, she couldn't accept it just from her current perspective.
Love, love, love, once these things are put on the surface, and the outer layer is torn off, it will not be so beautiful.
Ji Lan was defeated, she pulled her legs back from the man's hand, and lightly opened her lips: "Eat first."
The next morning, when Ji Lan went out, it was rare to see Ji Mingzong still there, and the man stood there In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, looking at the mist in the mountains and forests, a man wearing black short-sleeves and black trousers stood behind him.
When Ji Lan saw someone, he was a little confused as he walked downstairs.
“Come,” Ji Mingzong saw someone coming downstairs through the reflection in the glass.
Wave her over.
His chin raised and motioned for her to look at the opposite side: "Qin Chang, driver."
Ji Lan:.
Yesterday's obedient and obedient words disappeared, and Ji Lan had a rare look in his eyes. resist.
"Miss Ji," Qin Chang looked at the person and nodded slightly.
Ji Lan grunted, and his eyes fell on Ji Mingzong, who waved his fingertips to signal him to go out.
"Just the driver?"
"What else do you want him to be?" Mr. Ji asked slowly, seeing her frowning, he saw through her thoughts: "Afraid that I will use someone Spying on you?”
Ji Lan's face turned red: "I didn't say that."
Mr. Ji couldn't help laughing, put his palm behind her and led people to the dining table: "It's my fault that I judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. "
"Lan Lan, I'm very busy and don't have time to play the boss drama in romance novels. Qin Chang is just the driver. If necessary, you can let him protect your safety."
Ji Lan knew that Ji Mingzong would not just randomly find someone in his 70s or 80s to be his driver. Most of the people who caught his eye had some real ability.
"Yan Hui said his salary is very high, but what about Qin Chang?"
"Not low," Mr. Ji responded. "How much is not low?"
"Seven digits."
Seven digits? ? ? million? A driver.
The annual salary is more expensive than her life!
"Let's eat first. I haven't been in Beijing and Hong Kong often in the past half month." There was a Chinese breakfast on the dining table, but the cup of coffee in their hands seemed to be a combination of Chinese and Western.
"Then I will go back to Jinmao Mansion to live?"
Ji Mingzong's narrow eyes flitted past her without stopping too much.
Lastly, he threw out two words: "It's up to you."
As soon as Mr. Ji left, Ji Lan felt as friendly as a bird returning to the forest.
In Xu Ying’s words, it is the wild horse that has escaped the reins and returned to the grassland.
That evening, Xu Ying took Ji Lan to the spa. The two of them had just entered the elevator. Before Xu Ying could look away from her phone, a man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the elevator.
Zhao Jiahuai and his group are known to everyone but not familiar with them. The contempt circle in Beijing and Hong Kong has always been serious. People who are approaching their thirties and pursuing careers look down upon this group of young men in their early twenties who are just waiting to die. , when we meet on weekdays, we will nod and exchange a few words for the sake of the other parent’s parents, but that’s about it.
"Mr. Zhao, what a coincidence."
Zhao Jiahuai glanced at Ji Lan and nodded lightly in response: "What a coincidence."
"Mr. Zhao is here?" Xu Ying put away her cell phone and leaned against the elevator wall with some gossip.
The latter said calmly: "Pick people up."
This building is the site of a beauty salon, from the first floor to the fifth floor, specializing in facial care, body care and various styling designs. Serving the rich, there is no admission fee but the price is prohibitive for ordinary people.
Another feature is that 95% of the customers are women.
Xu Ying's doubts have not yet been resolved. The elevator door slowly opened. The lady standing at the elevator saw Zhao Jiahuai. She was pleasantly surprised and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Zhao Jiahuai's arm. : "I thought you kid was lying to me."
"How can I lie to you every day?" Zhao Jiahuai bent down and took the bag from the lady's hand, and the two of them turned and entered the elevator.
When the elevator door slowly closed, Ji Lan clearly saw the contempt and disdain in his eyes.
"Zhao Jiahuai is so damn young!" Xu Ying put on her nightgown in the nursing room, and Ji Lan sat on the edge of the bed and slowly lay down.
“You are young.”
“Can you not be young? Rich ladies from rich families are better at taking care of themselves than ordinary people. In addition, the Zhao family is clean, and Zhao Jiahuai’s father has no one around him. There are so many sweethearts, and there is no relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to deal with.”
"Is he dead?" Ji Lan asked following the words.
"The relationship is severed," Xu Ying pulled the quilt to cover her stomach: "I heard my mother say that Zhao Jiahuai's mother was severely tortured by his grandmother back then, and the relationship between the two was very tense. It came to the point of divorce several times, but in the end, Zhao Jiahuai's father said that he would not have any contact with his family in the future, so the marriage was saved."
"Otherwise, with Zhao Jiahuai's father's ability, their family should not be here. Under the Ji family. "
"In business and politics, having ability is the foundation, and having family to rely on is even more powerful."
The conversation stopped, Ji Lan didn't like it. You can occasionally hear gossip, but if you let her take the initiative to chat, the chance is very small.
At half past ten, the two left the spa. The streets of Beijing and Hong Kong were crowded, and the nightlife had just begun. It was a hot September day, and there was smoke above people's heads, and the night wind was hot.
"Go for a drink? I'm too lazy to go back tonight, so why not spend the night at your place?"
"Okay!" Ji Lan nodded: "Go home and drink!"
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