Chapter 141 When the clouds dissipate, everyone knows that I love you
A superior person who once said in the main hall that it is better to ask for him than to ask for me, now has a heartbeat because he has searched in many ways but failed. I thought about it, and even more wanted to test what this master was capable of.
When Yan Hui and Zhang Ying walked to the door and heard this sentence, they didn't know for a moment whether the people in power were deeply moved or wanted to use the excuse of entertainment to test this so-called master.
There was a moment of silence in the box.
Only the master, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and sitting at the left seat of the round table, responded to Ji Mingzong's words seriously: "I need Director Ji to bring her to see me."
Ji Mingzong held a cigarette in his slender arms and placed it casually on the table. The corners of his lips were slightly pressed, and he nodded with a half-smile: "Okay."
When the entertainment was over, Yan Hui drove and Meng Qinghe sat down. In the back seat, his eyes frequently fell on Ji Mingzong. He wanted to ask any questions urgently, but the words that came to his mouth were suppressed by the aura of the person next to him.
Until the car approached his residence, Meng Qinghe couldn't help but speak: "Who are you looking for?"
"A woman?" His subconscious mind was a woman, otherwise who could make Ji Mingzong Open this mouth yourself?
It is not easy for a person who does not believe in Buddhism or worship to sit at that table.
It is even more rare to open this Chrysostom.
Ji Mingzong closed his eyes to rest, and said something with no discernible emotion: "Are you so interested in my private life?"
"How about taking you home to see me?"< br>
“I’m not curious!”
“I advise you not to be curious,”
From Meng Qinghe's point of view, he was extremely curious about the canary raised by Ji Mingzong. Who was it that could make this man who was dedicated to his career fall in love?
“I advise you, if a beautiful flower grows in a barren land, it must be poisonous.”
Meng Qinghe’s words became a prophecy at the end, love is such a thing, It is not as simple as breaking one's muscles and bones to get entangled in the end.
In this life, people will be moved by many things. A pair of shoes when they were young, a test result, every choice they make as an adult, a step-like step to the top, and then fall off the cliff. , finally returning to the calmness of embracing all rivers.
This road is the road for most people.
Ji Mingzong was different. He fell into a cliff and was trapped at the bottom of the sea for several years before he managed to get out.
The black Maybach drove smoothly on the road.
The car radio made a hissing sound, and then a notification came from the car behind them, saying that they were being followed.
Ji Mingzong raised his eyes slightly: "Get rid of it."
"Could it be the old lady's person?" Yan Hui cooperated with the two cars behind him and took advantage of the opportunity when he turned into the intersection. While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, the car following them was stuck in the busy city.
Outsiders think that Ji Mingzong only travels in one car.
In fact, this is not the case. How could a high-ranking person who was hunted down by his own relatives in his early twenties expose his personal safety to the sun?
Ji Mingzong's precautions are better than those of ordinary people.
"No doubt," a man cherishes his words like gold.
“The people downstairs in Ms. Ji’s company said they often see people hovering downstairs recently,”
Ji Mingzong's frown was hard to relax, and he leaned against the car window. When the car slowly drove into the boundary of Lanting Villa, the man sighed heavily: "Let Zhao Jiahuai come."
Eleven o'clock Halfway through, Ji Mingzong entered the room. Ji Lan was lying on the sofa and found a novel from somewhere. He was lying on the sofa with a reading light on. There was a glass of mulled wine beside the small table of the sofa. It had just been boiled and was still steaming. heat.
256 lay on her belly and swung his tail.
Cozy and relaxing.
“What are you looking at?” The man approached and asked softly.
"Meow."
256 is always more enthusiastic than Ji Lan. The latter always responds for a second or two every time he responds to his words, with a defensiveness like a wise man playing chess.
256 is naive, stupid and has no heart, and only wants to please people when he meets them.
Ji Lan closed the cover and handed it to him to look at. The four characters "Love Story" were placed on the cover.
“Where did it come from?”
"You dug it out from the bookshelf," Ji Lan responded lightly: "It was given to you by someone else."
As she said this, she calmly pulled out a beautiful card from the book, which said it was for One line of English. The font is thin and slender, just like the lingo.
"Zong, Asthecloudsandmistdissipate,Iloveyouandeveryoneknowsit"
Ji Mingzong held the card at his fingertips. When he saw this passage, he laughed and threw it on the coffee table.
"When the clouds dissipate and everyone knows that I love you, Mr. Ji has become a heartless traitor?"
Ji Mingzong laughed and said, "Nonsense."
"How can this be? Nonsense?" Ji Lan closed the book and leaned over to pick up the card that she had studied dozens of times and take a closer look. Mr. Ji held her waist and pushed her back to the sofa.
Hold the person and sit on him.
He lowered his head and rubbed her forehead, then slowly pressed her into his chest.
The heartbeats started one after another, and the only sound in the quiet living room was 256's snoring.
“Do you miss me?”
“How should I answer?” Ji Lan asked: “To be honest, I don’t dare to think about it, and you will lock me up longer.”
< br>"Tell lies," Mr. Ji interrupted her.
Ji Lan nodded obediently: "I think so."
"Well, I miss you too."
He drank too much.
This was Ji Lan’s initial idea.
Since I found out that he is the old director of Fengming Capital, I can understand the fact that he has a lot of social activities.
When you first enter Beijing and Hong Kong, you need to open up the relationships between all parties. For some wine games, those who can be pushed to subordinates must have already been pushed, and those that fall on oneself cannot be pushed away.
The man's sigh sounded in her ears, and the heat rubbed against her earlobe.
"Have you had dinner tonight?"
"Yes, you have." I dare not not use it. Jing He is more capable than Manying. At least in terms of taking care of people, he has With her here, Ji Mingzong really doesn't have to worry too much.
If it were Manying, she would just wait anxiously for Ji Mingzong to come back and explain the facts to him, and then ask in a panic what to do.
And Jinghe is very capable.
"Are you full?"
"Yes!"
Ji Mingzong's generous palms got into his hair, caressed her jawline and pushed the person slightly away from his eyes, His gaze was addictive, glued to her, like a bowl of soup with starch poured into it, sticky, thick and entangled.
Exceptionally seductive.
“I’m hungry, what should I do?”
"Get down to business," the man said, and strode upstairs with her in his arms.
When entering the bedroom, the man closed the door with his feet, blocking out 256 who was about to follow him. He scratched the door with his paws and howled.
“256 is outside the door.”
“No matter what, Jing He will take it away.”
“I want it to come in.”
Mr. Ji leaned against her ear and looked at her as she was sinking. He smiled half-heartedly and said, "I'm not very young, but my taste is quite strong." .
When the man opened the drawer to look for weapons, the man who had taken a breath suddenly became clear.
She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and fled into the living room in panic.
When Mr. Ji, who was half-stretched, saw this scene, he was like thunder rolling from the sky, and his eyes that were full of lust just now were instantly stained with layers of cold frost.