Chapter 127 I’m afraid you’ll die
Deng Yi has always been a star-studded presence in Beijing and Hong Kong.
As the Ji family's status has risen over the years, she has a place in both the political and financial circles of Beijing and Hong Kong.
Whoever sees her is not allowed to address her as Mrs. Ji.
Now, I am being scolded by such a bad guy with such filthy words.
Deng Yi stepped forward with anger on his face and wanted to deal with Xu Ying, but did not wait for her to react.
Ji Lan's face darkened, and he spoke softly to stop Deng Yi's movements: "There is surveillance."
"Stop dealing with these things that are not on the table." With these words, Deng Yi It was Ji Lan who scolded her, and then her eyes fell on Xu Ying: "Miss Xu should not think about herself but her father and brother at home. Do they know that you are enemies everywhere?"
"If I were I remember correctly, the biggest distribution contract in the hands of the Xu family is the Ji family, right?"
Xu Ying was stunned, and when he stepped forward and was about to speak, Ji Lan held out his hand to block him back: "It's the Ji family, but I remember correctly, it's the second uncle's side, right? The second uncle can't protect himself right now, so he probably won't have time to do anything for you."
Beijing and Hong Kong have been very lively recently.
The collusion between officials and businessmen in the second room of the Ji family is in full swing, and the old lady is afraid that she will not be able to sleep and eat well during this period.
Ji Mingda still didn't suffer enough from Chen Xu's matter, otherwise, how could he do such a thing.
A five-ring project, all the conspiracies and intrigues have been caught.
"At half past seven," Deng Yi dropped the clock and cast an unhappy look on Ji Lan's face: "You'd better not play tricks. The old lady is not me, and I'm not that kind. I’ll let you go.”
As soon as the person left, Ji Lan sighed lightly.
Xu Ying turned around and looked at her with a guarded look in his eyes: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, you have not been a part of the dinner parties in the past. Today, I specially come to invite you to the Hongmen Banquet?"
Ji Lan She nodded helplessly: "I guess so."
"Then you are still going?"
"Can I not go?" She asked back: "Old Mrs. Ji is cruel and ruthless. She has gone through wars in her early years. If a woman can survive and carry forward her family, she can do anything we can’t think of, and there is nothing we can’t do.”
Xu Ying stood angrily and stamped his feet: "Grass!"
Near noon, Ji Mingzong woke up leisurely, and the dazzling light that penetrated through the gap in the curtain fell on his eyes.
The man raised his hand to block the light and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Yan Hui."
"Sir."
"What time is it."
"Eleven and two in the morning," Yan Hui's work habits over the years have enabled Yan Hui to accurately tell the time to the minute.
For Ji Mingzong, there is a difference between eleven o'clock on the hour and two minutes after eleven o'clock.
"The meeting in the morning?"
"Mr. Meng went to have a meeting," Yan Hui informed softly, and then said: "Sir, Mr. Chen is also hospitalized here."
"Chen Songyang?" The man's hand moved slightly away from his eyes.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Same as you, drinking too much."
Ji Mingzong:
A speechless breath spread across the box Rushing towards the corridor, Yan Hui thought to himself that Chen Songyang would probably never have the chance to have a drink with Ji Mingzong again in his life.
Such a wine jar was suddenly pulled down from the altar last night by Chen Songyang, a rookie.
How scary?
"Where is Ji Lan?" the man asked, and added in an unhappy tone: "Not here?"
"Miss Ji came to the hospital last night, but the media reporters were present, Zhang Ying I persuaded him to go back." Yan Hui looked at the big man's expression through the faint light. Seeing that his frown had relaxed somewhat, he added, "I heard from Manying that Miss Ji was worried about you after she went back last night. Slept on the sofa in the living room for one night."
"I called in the morning to ask if I could come see you. Zhang Ying answered the phone and said that the paparazzi hadn't left downstairs yet, so I left it at that."
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Ji Mingzong said gracefully, and his mood was calm, less hazy than when he first woke up.
"Manying said that Miss Ji didn't seem very happy when she learned that she couldn't come to see you. She went out without eating breakfast and went to the company for the holidays."
Ji Mingzong sighed slightly. He took a breath and pulled the back of his hand away from his eyes: "Open the curtains and give me the phone."
Yan Hui stood up and opened the curtains. When he saw the figure at the door moving slightly, he guessed it was a doctor: "Sir, doctor Came for ward rounds."
"Let them come in." At half past eleven, Ji Lan was sitting in the office with a lunch box in front of her. Zhang Fan was sitting opposite her, chatting with her about equipment procurement. It's a matter of budget.
“The other party took advantage of us and kept shouting that he was the victim and was wronged, saying that he was unwilling to lower the price any more.”
“Go hire a lawyer. Report to the Purchasing Department Manager.”
Zhang Fan was stunned: “Is this appropriate?” In essence, it is an employment relationship. If I care about my friendship with my classmates, it would be an act of kindness to pay her more. Am I thinking that this meager kindness is just to let her stab me in the back? "
"She took the kickback, why should we pay the bill?"
Zhang Fan choked up, and this was true. From the beginning to the end, Ji Lan was confident in leaving the purchase to the other party. Unexpectedly, She didn't see the thing, and if she made a fuss, she might even have to pay her to help her sort out the mess.
"I understand, then"
Halfway through Zhang Fan's words, Ji Lan's phone on the table rang.
The latter glanced at the screen, paused, and waved his hand to signal Zhang Fan to go out.
"Are you awake? How do you feel?"
"Ask Qin Chang to send you here," Ji Mingzong's tone on the other side was calm, and no unnecessary emotion could be heard.
Ji Lan asked smoothly, "Isn't it impossible to come?"
The question was met with a long silence from the man.
Ji Lan sighed, said he understood and put away the phone.
It was a little closer and she arrived at the hospital. It was not because of the traffic jam, but mainly because of the delay. After being rejected repeatedly, she no longer had the thrilling eagerness last night, and was more indifferent, like an old couple who had been married for many years. It's like the other party is urinary and can't die.
She and Ji Mingzong were sinking soberly, and struggling crazily while sinking.
So much so that there is extreme tension in the relationship that is sometimes far and sometimes close.
In short: they are not good birds.
She pushed open the ward door and went in. The man was leaning on the hospital bed. There were three dishes and one soup on the table in front of her. The clear soup was not very appetizing, but it nourished the stomach.
"Have Miss Ji eaten?"
"Yes."
After Manying packed her things and turned around to go out, Ji Lan pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed.
Under the pressure of Ji Mingzong's gaze, he sat down forcefully.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
"Are you still angry?" They both asked in unison.
Ji Lan shook his head slightly and responded: "No."
"I was in a bad mood when I was drunk, so I didn't want you to bear your emotions, so I hung up the phone," the superior could explain, It’s not easy anymore.
Ji Lan stepped down and said, "I know, I understand."
"You understand and why are you shaming me?" Her expression didn't look like she understood.
“Didn’t sleep well.”
Mr. Ji: “Slept on the sofa all night?”
“Yes.”
“Are you worried about me?”
“I’m afraid you’ll die,” Ji Lan responded dully, not showing much interest.
Mr. Ji:
Ji Mingzong stabilized his emotions and was about to speak when Ji Lan raised her eyes and looked at him seriously: "If you die, I will not be far from bankruptcy."
"Did you buy 650912?"
Ji Lan nodded sincerely: "Heavy warehouse!"
Mr. Ji said coldly: "That's really something to be afraid of."