Chapter 121: Burn it
“Is it complicated?” she asked warmly.
The other party was in a cold sweat: "It's not complicated."
"I take full responsibility and don't struggle. It should be fast," she accused them of slow work efficiency.
There were two staff members, one big and one big. The leader at the back told her that this woman was of great background and could not be offended, and that she would wait for someone to deal with her.
I thought I would have to push for a while, but in the end, they accepted the penalty immediately.
I should have just contacted the insurance company, paid the fine and left!
"Right away."
"Miss Ji," Ji Lan looked up in surprise when Yan Hui's voice sounded from beside him.
“Why are you here?”
"Sir, I'll wait for you at the door. I'll take care of the rest."
How did he know?
Ji Lan sighed and stood up while holding the table. Her aunt came and gave her another fright. At this moment, everyone was stunned. She was in such a hurry to get out of the car that she still remembered that her skirt was dirty. When she got up , Yan Hui saw the red flowers blooming on the skirt, opened his mouth, and wanted to shout, stop.
But I was so shy that I didn’t know how to speak.
Opening the door and getting in the car, Ji Mingzong's cold gaze fell on her, suppressing his anger and dissatisfaction.
Ji Lan was depressed, knowing that he was going to be punished, so he jumped into his arms preemptively, like a cat, supporting him, softly, with a little bit of flattery.
Ji Mingzong let out an angry sigh and held her waist to straighten her: "You still know you are afraid?"
"Afraid! I was scared to death. He hit me and I "I almost met my wife."
Ji Mingzong's anger was somewhat dispelled by her humorous tone: "Do you want more, driver?"
"Yes," Ji Lan followed his words. Mao: "I want whatever you arrange for me."
Yan Hui stayed to deal with matters, and a man got out of a nearby black Volvo and got into Ji Mingzong's car.
The man ordered to drive back to Lanting Villa.
Ji Lan was restless along the way, adjusting her sitting posture from time to time, like an ant on a hot pot.
"Uncomfortable."
Ji Lan pursed her lips and said, "Auntie is here, I'm afraid that your car will be dirty."
The man understood and comforted her. : "You can wash the car if it's dirty. Sit properly."
"It's not about washing, it may pick up the smell." Her voice became softer as she spoke. When Mr. Ji lowered his eyes and looked over, he saw her skirt. Bloodstains on the sides.
His eyes fell on her face, and he asked someone to pull over, take out a clean suit from the trunk, and put it under her buttocks.
“Sit with peace of mind.”
“There are also clothes in the car? Are they in case of any unexpected needs?”
This question was full of meaning and had a bit of a business style. He had followed Ji Hongyi and the others to various occasions since he was a child, and he had seen many men who had wives at home but were living and drinking outside.
After finishing the work, I took a shower and changed into clean clothes. I opened the door and went in, looking like a good husband and father again.
In fact, outside, people who play are fierce and ruthless, with all kinds of tricks, and those who just show off their special hobbies can be punished by the criminal law.
“Don’t think too much about it,” Mr. Ji explained: “It’s inevitable to lose your composure when drinking while socializing. Occasionally, you have to ensure your appearance when you need to keep going.”
“Oh,” Ji Lan responded lightly.
When she returned to Lanting Villa, at three o'clock in the afternoon, she came out refreshed and refreshed after taking a shower, and every pore in her body screamed for comfort.
I just wanted to call someone when I went downstairs.
Man Yin came in with a men's suit jacket hanging on her arm and handed it to Ji Mingzong: "Sir, Yan Hui said that your jacket was left in Miss Ji's car, so let me bring it in."
< br>Ji Lan was shocked! It's over.
Ji Mingzong frowned slightly: "What kind of coat?"
Manying shook her clothes off.
Ji Mingzong could tell at a glance that these were not his clothes. Whose clothes they were, only Ji Lan could answer.
The man looked over with a cold face and asked in a cold tone: "Whose clothes are they?" "A friend's"
"What friend?" Ji Lan said Before she could finish her words, the man cut her off, being so forceful and domineering that she didn't even have a chance to breathe.
Ji Lan did not respond directly and explained what happened in a cryptic manner: "We made an appointment to have dinner and talk about things, but my aunt happened to come and soil her skirt, so she asked someone to borrow some clothes."
" What friend?" Ji Mingzong asked again, not interested in her story.
Ji Lan remained silent.
I always feel that if I say it, this dress will suffer.
“Don’t tell me?” The man’s eyes were solemn, with silent oppression on Manyin: “Since there is no owner, just take it and throw it away.”
"Don't!" Ji Lan said urgently: "I promised to return it to them."
"There is a family on the left and a family on the right. Throw away the clothes without telling who it is." Ji Mingzong's evil fire was strong, He left the project meeting halfway, but in exchange for her being secretive?
Ji Lan pursed her lips, overwhelmed by his dark gaze, and whispered: "Li Zhen."
Ji Mingzong didn't seem to hear clearly, and his brows were furrowed. Zhong: "Who?"
Ji Lan spoke louder: "Li Zhen."
The air was quiet for a moment, and suddenly, a man's light laughter sounded, instructing Manying: "Take it and throw it away."
Ji Lan was horrified
"No," perhaps feeling that it was not enough to relieve his anger, he repeated: "Take it and burn it."
"Burn it clean."
"Mingzong?" Ji Lan looked at him in disbelief. Seeing the man stepping towards her, he said in a hurried tone: "He has good intentions."
"What are you doing?" Ji Mingzong couldn't hear the kind-hearted man she said, so he took Ji Lan's arm and entered the living room.
The heavy wooden door was ajar for a while.
Manying burned her clothes and came in, only to hear broken groans coming from upstairs.
A feeling of pain and pleasure rubbed her ears.
Ji Mingzong was very angry. He was not feeling well, so he naturally did not make it easy for Ji Lan.
Love between men and women is mostly a matter of trial and error without touching the danger zone.
Ji Lan was pressed and rubbed like fish on a sticky board. The more he struggled, the more injured he became.
After four months of getting along with each other, Ji Lan also figured out this person's temperament.
When the love is strong, the more she stays with him, the more persistent and powerful he becomes.
On the contrary, only by following him can you feel comfortable.
She learned to show weakness from Ji Mingzong.
Today is no exception.
The man was calmed down and looked up at her: "What did you talk about when you met with Li Zhen?"
"The loan."
"That's all. ?" Ji Mingzong asked with a frown.
Ji Lan nodded seriously: "That's all."
Ji Mingzong believed in her, but he also knew that there were too many temptations in the colorful world, not to mention that she was now a celebrity: "Ji Lan, You are strong, domineering and arbitrary. "
With the promotion of the Fifth Ring Project, Ji Mingzong was busy again. That afternoon, when Ji Lan fell asleep, he left home and asked Manying to take care of him. Good people.
Attentive service, call us if you have any questions.
Manyin did not dare to be vague and nodded repeatedly.
Until the evening, when Ji Lan got up, the sun was setting. She rubbed her head and got up, took out her phone and took a look. There was a text message lying on the screen.
"Found it out, mailbox"
She lifted the quilt and got up and went into the study to take out her notebook. When she saw the documents on it, she was a little shocked