Chapter 137 He coaxed her: Go and change your last name tomorrow
Ji Mingzong is very realistic.
The above is an emotional issue, but the current situation between him and Ji Lan is a practical issue.
If there is a problem, it must be solved.
"Lan Lan, if you think there is a problem in this relationship, we will solve the problem."
"The difference in our thinking is that I want you to recognize that this relationship is normal and work hard to solve the problem, while you are only thinking about how to solve me."
"The biggest problem now is you," Ji Lan thinks that an old fox like Ji Mingzong can be eloquent and confuse the audience: "Mr. Ji, relationship is one thing, but more importantly, you, like everyone in the Ji family, want to squeeze out the last drop of my blood. "
"If I really want to squeeze out the last drop of your blood, Lanying Media Studio will not be able to become a company."
"Ji Lan," Ji Mingzong placed his palm on her waist. Slowly rubbing: "Do you have no conscience?"
"I spent hundreds of millions just to get you to this height, not counting various investments to pave the way. If a man is alone, Are you taking advantage of people and only spending money to support her?" Ji Mingzong sneered, ended the unpleasant conversation, took Ji Lan's arm and stood up: "Go downstairs to eat."
"I don't want to eat."
Mr. Ji's eyebrows turned cold, and he lost the tenderness just now: "If you don't want to eat, I will continue to lock you up until you eat."
Angrily shouted. There was a sound in front of her eyes, and the man's murderous eyes were pressing down on her heavily.
Ji Lan's eyes instantly turned red due to pressure, and a pool of tears could not be shed in her eyes, which were stubborn and broken.
The two were in a stalemate, and Ji Lan was stubborn.
Ji Mingzong had nothing to do with her, and he couldn't really do anything to her.
If you can’t teach it, you can’t lose it.
I feel helpless like a father taking care of his daughter.
The guest bedroom door faces the railing on the second floor.
Ji Lan sat on the bed hugging the quilt and cried. Ji Mingzong stood at the railing, suppressing his anger. He frequently raised the cigarette from his fingertips to his lips, sometimes taking a sip and sometimes turning it around. Looking at Ji Lan, his brows never relaxed, and he threw cigarette butts one after another into the thousand-year-old wood flowerpot next to the balcony.
The atmosphere in the villa was low and oppressive, making it impossible to breathe.
Manying stood at the door, looking up at the sky helplessly. When Yan Hui received a call from Zhao Jiahuai and was about to enter the house, he stopped when he saw the person standing at the door.
"In a quarrel?"
Manying nodded slightly: "I guess so."
"Miss Ji, why are you acting like a donkey? Ask for money and get money, take care of it. Who is he? ”
Manying couldn't deny it, but she felt pitiful for Ji Lan. The little girl who had never enjoyed love met her Prince Charming. She thought God was still kind to her, but when she turned around, she found that he and those who had hurt her... It's a group.
This is hard for anyone to accept.
"You are young and you are emotional, you will inevitably be surrounded."
The word "siege" couldn't be more accurate to describe Ji Lan at this time.
The relationship between her and Ji Mingzong was like a net, trapping her.
And this network has a name - morality.
Ji Mingzong stood on the balcony and saw that the cries of people were getting weaker and weaker, and the people sitting on the bed couldn't sit still. They hadn't eaten for a day, and if they cried again, they probably wouldn't have much energy left.
She is stubborn, and she also feels uncomfortable.
The Ji family is complicated. She has been dependent on others since she was a child, and it is normal for her to want to break away. Who makes him essentially a member of the Ji family?
It is really out of character to be stiff with a little girl.
She is still young.
The man stubbed out the last cigarette and threw it into the flowerpot. He patiently walked over and took her from the bed to the sofa on one side. He hugged her and pressed her into his arms: " Lanlan, what do you want to do?”
“Let me out,” Ji Lan choked.
"Yes," the man agreed, and Ji Lan looked up at him in shock: "Will you come back?"
"Do you want me to come back?"
"Of course," Ji Mingzong nodded solemnly and said in a non-committal tone: "I hope you come back." Ji Lan pursed her lips in tears and said nothing. Mr. Ji stretched out his rough thumb to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She tilted her head slightly and hid: "But as soon as I saw you, I thought you were from the Ji family."
"Then I will change my surname tomorrow. "Mr. Ji responded seriously: "What did Lanlan say my last name was? Is it Sun?"
Ji Lan:.
Is this man teasing her?
It would be better to just say that his real father is Sun Wukong.
Ji Lan tilted her head slightly, and her straight back relaxed a little. Ji Mingzong took the opportunity to lead her forward, leaned over and kissed her lips, rubbing them gently and gently. It is completely different from the big opening and closing of the past.
"Stay at home for a few days, and I will let you out after I deal with the old lady."
"I want to go out now."
"That's not appropriate," Mr. Ji informed: "The old lady will definitely let someone deal with you if she knows the relationship between you and me. Throwing you out of the country is a small matter, but taking your life is a big deal."
"That's also because of you. ."
"I admit, Mr. Ji needs to calm down," Mr. Ji bravely admitted his mistake and held the person's hand tighter: "Eat first?"
"You're starving to death. , what should I do?”
Ji Lan became angry and blurted out following Xu Yingxue’s dirty words: “Go to hell, what are you going to do? I’m starving to death. Do you have no milk to drink?”
In an instant, the warmth and love in the bedroom disappeared.
Ji Mingzong's hand gently stroking her back stopped.
The deep eyes stared at Ji Lan, like a deep spring and a deep valley.
He is traditional and decent. On the surface, he seems to be able to accept all new things, but deep down he is hard to change.
Just when Ji Lan thought that this rigid man would scold her as before. , the latter just chuckled: "Yeah! I don't need to be named Sun anymore, my surname is the same as Ji."
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That night, at nine-thirty, Ji Mingzong waited on Ji Lan to finish her meal. He said he was waiting, but he forced her to finish the food on the table bit by bit.
He pressed down on Ji Lan like a giant Buddha, making her unable to resist or refuse.
It was almost dinner, and Ji Mingzong called Manying to put in the bath water.
Then he let Ji Lan go, took out a tissue and handed it to her, silently telling her that she could stop using her chopsticks.
At ten o'clock, Ji Lan went upstairs to wash up.
Yan Hui came in and informed the old lady about contacting the Zhao family.
Ji Mingzong had a cup of tea in his hand. The tip of the tea slowly rose and fell in the cup.
The man lowered his eyes and hummed with slight disdain.
He said again: “Let Jinghe come over.”
Yan Hui was startled and nodded: "Understood."
Manying's career in Beijing and Hong Kong has come to an end.
Obviously, the gentleman is dissatisfied with her.
“When are we supposed to meet?”
“It’s Friday.”
Ji Mingzong picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, and said coldly: "Go to Xu's house and tell Xu Ying that Ji Lan is on vacation during this period, and the company asked her to take care of it."
"Yes."
This level of care is like teaching a daughter, and I just need to help her solve the problem step by step.
It is one thing for Ji Mingzong to be strong and domineering, but it is another thing to be able to see the overall situation from the perspective of a superior. The two are now in deep trouble, and he still has the mind to tell others to take care of themselves. company.