Chapter 122 Let’s get married!
“Did you see it?”
Ji Lan had just finished reading what was in the mailbox when the other party called.
"How about saying that the world of wealthy families is full of strange things? This Ji Rourou is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I wonder if your adoptive mother would be so angry that she would be so angry that her blood would be splashed three feet away."
The other party was very interested and obviously knew what Deng Yi had done.
The mouse arrow on Ji Lan's fingertips wandered randomly along with the names in the document: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It doesn't mean that the time has not come if you don't pay."
"Who said otherwise? ! "
At eight-thirty, Ji Mingzong came down from the top floor of Fengming Capital and was about to get in the car. Meng Qinghe followed him in a few steps, pulled away and sat beside him.
“Just a ride.”
“Where’s the driver?”
"My wife is going to give birth, so let her take a few days off." Although capital is ruthless, human nature dictates that employees cannot be overly exploited at this time.
"The secretary is not here either?"
Meng Qinghe heard the disgust in Ji Mingzong's words and was a little unhappy: "What are you doing? Are you so disgusted with just taking a car?"
"Is there a gentle place at home waiting for you to be pampered when you return?"
The meaningful words made Yan Hui couldn't help but look up. Meng Qinghe caught it with just this glance. .
We are all human beings.
The temptation of coming and going cannot escape the eyes of everyone.
Ji Mingzong has always been arbitrary, and clearly separates public and private matters. Although Meng Qinghe is his right-hand man, the places he can get involved in are limited. In the past few years beside Ji Mingzong, except for Yan Hui, he has been able to pry into a corner of his private life. , both him and Zhao Jiahuai are marginalized people.
In the black Maybach, the only sound that could be heard was the working sound of the air conditioner. After a long time, the man took out a pack of cigarettes from the center console beside him, smoked a limited edition 1916, took it out and held it to his lips. When lighting a cigarette, he said vaguely: "What do you want to ask?"
"I want to ask who it is."
Mr. Ji took a puff of cigarette: "Then what?"
"Qinghe," he called him in a gentle and gentle tone: "When will I have to tell you everything about my private life?"
>This reminder was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to send a chill down Meng Qinghe's back.
Ji Mingzong, to put it bluntly, has deep roots in his bones that can never be removed. The sense of class is a mountain that is difficult to climb for him.
He hates the Ji family and wants to overthrow the Ji family, but he cannot change the fact that he is a member of the Ji family.
The car was parked on the main road in the CBD business district. Meng Qinghe stood there blankly holding his suit jacket, looking at the tail lights of the car as it sped away.
He scratched his head with a headache.
In the Beijing-Hong Kong Club, Zhao Jiahuai sat on the tea table and made a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Seeing the person frowning, he asked silently: "Are you having trouble?"
"Did you know that Lao Ji has a woman?"
Zhao Jiahuai was stunned, then nodded: "I know."
"Who is it?"
Zhao Jiahuai kindly reminded: "I advise you not to ask."
"Part 1 Can't stand on the table?" Otherwise, why can't I ask?
Zhao Jiahuai's words stopped here. There were some things he did not dare to say.
It is useless to let Meng Qinghe try to break his head.
When Ji Mingzong arrived home that day, he rarely smelled of tobacco or alcohol. Ji Lan was sitting on the carpet with his notebook on the coffee table, returning the purchase documents in the mailbox.
When he saw someone coming back, his eyes fell on him, and he held his hands on the coffee table and tried to get up.
The man's tone was arbitrary: "Sit."
The buttocks that had just been raised slowly fell down again. Ji Mingzong was sitting on the sofa behind him. Manying handed over a hot towel, who took it and wiped his hands.
Looking at Ji Lan's computer documents, he asked softly: "Equipment purchase list?"
"Yes!"
"You still need to look at such a small thing? ?”
She is a “general” after all.
Ji Lan was a little helpless: "It's not my fault at all. There are a lot of red envelopes. The person in charge of purchasing accepted the red envelopes and didn't do anything for them. This caused trouble in the company."
< br>"How to solve it?" Mr. Ji leaned back, crossed his legs, and rested his right hand on the armrest of the sofa with a casual posture.
"It's open," Ji Lan threw out two words.
“That’s it?” Mr. Ji asked.
"Not enough?" She turned around, sat on the carpet and looked up at people. She should be happy that someone with a higher status than her was willing to impart knowledge to her.
Ji Mingzong held the fingertips that fell on his knees, rubbed them slowly, and taught her the methods of a superior person in a leisurely and elegant manner: "She has been with you for a long time?"
"Bring her from school. "Come out," otherwise it's not just as simple as opening.
"Ji Lan, there are hundreds of people in all kinds of companies. Companies with hundreds of people and enterprises with thousands of people have different management methods. If you think there is a friendship between you, you can make profits from her and throw the blame away. Come to you and start. There will be no friendship between you."
"Let me guess, the people from the equipment company are blackmailing you and offering a higher price than other companies on the market. Price?"
"Yes," the price was very poor.
"This is supposed to be a matter between your subordinates and the other party, so why did it fall on you? As a person in power, all you want is the result. As for the process, it is not something you should worry about."
"You mean, I sue my subordinate, let him bear the consequences and inform the equipment manufacturer, and refuse to cooperate?"
Ji Mingzong nodded and touched her head: "I asked You, if you have two pieces of bread in your hand, but there are three people in the circle, how should you divide it? "
"Fairness and justice will not bring you money. In this case, what should you do? The best thing is to eat one piece yourself, throw the remaining piece out, let them fight for it, bite it, and then bring what you want to you."
"Sir, dinner is ready." At the right time, Manying came to inform.
The man reached out and held Ji Lan's arms to help him up from the carpet. Ji Lan's legs were numb after sitting for a long time. When he stood up, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Mr. Ji firmly held her waist and pressed her into his arms.
Manying's heart skipped a beat when she saw this, and she quickly turned around and disappeared.
"Seduce me?"
"Am I capable of this?" She has seen Ji Mingzong's methods, and seducing him when her aunt comes will only make her death worse.
"It's good to know," Ji Lan sat on the sofa. The man picked up her legs and put them on his knees, kneading them gently.
Ji Lan looked at him with excitement in his heart.
People like him should have scolded Fang Qiu in the shopping mall and pointed the country, and should not have fallen into the love between his children.
“What are you thinking about?” The little girl couldn’t hide her thoughts, and looked at her nakedly with nowhere to hide.
"Will you not want me?"
"Didn't it give you a sense of security?" Mr. Ji asked with a calm expression.
“Almost,” Ji Lan responded bluntly.
"Where's the difference? I'll replenish it for you."
Replenish her?
It is nothing more than money and power. For Ji Mingzong, these things are easy to come by and have no special significance.
Knowing that the boundary between the two of them was here, Ji Lan had a wrong idea.
He leaned forward and looked at Ji Mingzong seriously: "You can make up for everything?"
"Tell me about it."
"Then get married!"