Chapter 119: Whose mother am I to you?
Jiang Shaoding's words made Ji Lan's emotions that had been entangled for a long time suddenly come to an end.
As long as she gets the benefit, who is it? unimportant.
For her, what is the relationship between Ji Mingzong and Fengming Capital? As long as the substantive things obtained remain unchanged, there is essentially no difference.
You can’t just forget your purpose when you encounter some love and affection along the way, right?
As for why Ji Mingzong avoided talking about this matter, she did not explain too much.
In the end, she lost both her life and money. For her, it was too worthwhile.
At 11:40, Mr. Ji came out of the private elevator with a suit hanging on his arms. Ji Lan leaned on the driver's seat and looked through the windshield at the man's slender and tall figure facing her. Walking in, you feel relaxed in your movements, just like an emperor inspecting his country.
As the person approached, Ji Lan slowly lowered the car window.
The man walked to the car, leaned over and looked at her, studying her facial expression, with a winner's smile on his lips.
"Come to pick me up?"
"A favor?"
The man smiled and nodded: "Of course."
The passenger door opened and closed, and the Bentley drove out of Fengcheng. Ming Capital, Ji Mingzong smelled a faint smell of alcohol on her: "Have you drank?"
"Other people's, I didn't drink." It was normal to socialize and drink at the banquet, but today she didn't really want to drink. She found an excuse to get over it, but it only made her colleagues at the wine table miserable.
"Are you promising?" Ji Mingzong spoke in a clear tone. He used to ask for help, but now he can even drink at the wine table?
Ji Lan glanced at him leisurely: "Learn from good people and learn to fly from swallows."
The black Bentley disappeared in the parking lot.
Zhang Yingcai dared to walk out of the stairwell.
When Yan saw this, he rolled down the window before following him and said: "No future."
"You are promising and have the ability to stand upright and get beaten when the incident comes to light." Zhang Ying always felt that Ji Lan was not a good person. His boss had a strong and domineering personality, and the suspicion and suspicion of the superiors were like the waves of a river. Such a person, Ji Lan, Lan can handle it.
Besides that beauty, there must be something else.
He never thought that Ji Dong was a simple person who only met sex, and sex was only part of it. If Ji Lan had no merit and only skin, this relationship would not last four months.
The Ji family matter should have been closed long ago. Isn't he delaying his appearance in Beijing and Hong Kong time and again just to prevent Ji Lan from being irritated?
For those who have lost their hearts, whether they are real wives in the end is enough to make them drink.
Zhang Ying’s words made Yan Hui’s neck feel chilly.
Congestion in Beijing and Hong Kong at night has always been a difficult problem. When the car was driving on Beijing-Hong Kong Avenue and was about to turn into Yanjiang Avenue, the right turn lane happened to be scratched, and the two lanes were blocked into one. Ji Lan held it up with one hand Holding his head and holding the steering wheel with one hand, he slowly squeezed in.
I was so depressed that I almost sighed.
Ji Mingzong looked sideways at her, saw her frown, and said in a deep voice, "Relax."
Ji Lan glanced at him during the break, and with a sudden glance, he turned sideways A black Chevrolet forced its way in, not obeying the rules of crossing traffic, and tried to force its way in.
Ji Mingzong brought it up in one breath: "Look at the road."
Ji Lan turned around and looked over. The other person put down the car window and looked at her eagerly, scolding her with obscene words for not looking at the road. She finally I was annoyed by the traffic jam, so I simply turned my car sideways and refused to give way.
The other party was stuck and couldn't move up and down. He forced his way over and he must be fully responsible for any scratches that occurred. I thought it was a woman who wanted to bully me, but I didn't expect that she was a tough guy.
He yelled and got out of the car and slapped Ji Lan's car door.
Seeing that she was quarreling with someone, Ji Mingzong frowned and made a call. He picked up the phone and called Mr. Ji respectfully.
The man told him the location of the incident and asked him to bring someone to handle the traffic. Within three to five minutes, traffic policemen on motorcycles swarmed over.
Seeing the person yelling fiercely, he pressed the person against the car door with his backhand. His colleague got in the car and drove away in the Chevrolet. The black Bentley got out smoothly in the crowd.
Ji Lan felt sad in his heart. Power is both poison and aphrodisiac. Everyone yearns for it, but many people die here. Ji Mingzong broke his legs faster than ordinary people with just one phone call.
The car stopped in the yard of Lanting Villa, and Mr. Ji dared to speak to Ji Lan, but his tone was not pleasant: "I will assign you a driver tomorrow."
"No," she refused: "I can't afford it."
"I can afford it," Mr. Ji said decisively: "You can use it."
"Beijing and Hong Kong's financial industry is booming, going north People seeking wealth are coming one after another, and the traffic situation will only become more and more complicated in the future. If there is a traffic jam, I will be upset. If something happens, I will go to the Lord of Hell and cry? "
Ji Lan changed his shoes sullenly, ignored 256's flattery, and responded in a sullen voice: "Come to you and cry."
"Am I the Lord of Hell?"
Ji Lan muttered: "You are better than Yan. Your Majesty!"
Ji Mingzong laughed angrily and threw the suit on the sofa: "That's just right, I will let you fall into my hands every time you reincarnate."
Ji Lan:. What is he barking at?
"256, come here," the man walked to the dining table and knocked on the table with his fingers. 256 meowed, jumped on the chair and went to the dining table, rubbing against the palm of the male host, so soft that it made people fall over. desire.
One person and one cat were having a lot of fun, but Ji Lan was immersed in Ji Mingzong's words that she would be reincarnated in his hands every time.
He angrily stepped forward, pulled 256's legs, forcing it to look at him, holding its head in both hands to stretch the cat's head, and bullying it in a picky manner: "256, tell me, who is your mother?"
Mr. Ji: Which mother is this?
The man savored these four words for a long time and smiled helplessly.
"Tell me! Which mother am I to you? If you don't tell me, I will castrate you."
256: "Meow."
Ji Lan: " "Don't meow, I don't understand, it's human language."
Mr. Ji: "Lan Lan, wouldn't it be scary if it really spoke?"
Ji Lan ignored him. If she can't play with Ji Mingzong, she can't bully a cat?
Ji Lan held 256's head and shook it wildly: "Say?"
"Lan Lan!" Mr. Ji shouted helplessly.
Ji Lan: "Tell me?"
"Lan Lan," Ji Mingzong couldn't bear to look at it and rescued 256 from her clutches. The cat meowed and jumped off the table, maybe he was knocked unconscious. He hit his head and his legs slipped when he jumped off the chair.
Ji Lan was unwilling to give in, turned around and wanted to catch it, but the man held his waist and pushed him into his arms, coaxing softly: "Okay, let it go."
"You won't even let it go. Let me go."
"I love you and I don't want to let you go."
"I love 256 too!"
Mr. Ji: "It's true. My soul has been shaken out by you."
"My soul has been scared out by you."
"Is it so scary for you to follow me through reincarnation?" Ji Lan's reluctance can be attributed to lack of love, so she doesn't look good.
“Scary,” Miss Ji nodded sincerely: “What if you are a poor man in your next life?”