Chapter 151 Going home feels like surrendering
Ji Mingzong was very angry.
It was rare to go home early, so even if Ji Lan was not at home, he first made an appointment with someone for a barbecue and then for tea.
“It’s endless? One after another?”
“Should I put a few numbers out and let them line up?”
Ji Lan stood in the corridor with his mobile phone, listening to Yin Chacha's words on the other side, he sighed slightly: "The preparations are over."
Mr. Ji looked at the time and calculated how long it took to come from Qinhai Road. How long, give the exact time: "Eleven forty-five, I want to see someone."
Ji Lan held the hung up cell phone and sighed helplessly.
Just as she turned around, she saw Ji Xian standing behind her, looking at her with deep eyes. This deep look was quickly taken away when Ji Lan turned around: "Boyfriend?"
"Xu Ying, urge me to go back," Ji Lan concealed.
"It's getting late;" Ji Xian breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief and went back to the box to pick up Ji Lan's bag and coat: "I'll take you back."
"There is a driver."
Ji Xianwei Startled: "Then you give it to me."
"We Lanlan have grown up." The struggling girl at the beginning has now become an upright boss.
Ji Lan did not refuse. When Ji Xian got in the car, Qin Chang had also received a call from Lanting Villa. He glanced at him through the rearview mirror and hesitated to speak.
Ji Lan threw out the address before he spoke, not giving him a chance to say anything.
At half past twelve, the black Bentley was parked in the parking lot of Lanting Villa. The night was slightly cool, and the parking lot could avoid the cool breeze outside.
Ji Lan got off the car with her bag, and Jing He came up to her eagerly: "Miss Song is back!"
Ji Lan:.
"Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time. .”
The study room was filled with smoke. Ji Mingzong held a cigarette between his fingertips, his eyes fell on the files on the computer screen, his brows were furrowed and he was in a bad mood.
Jilan stood at the door and smelled the strong smell of smoke, and hesitated whether to go in.
The people in the house obviously knew she was standing at the door.
Seeing that the person had not come in for a long time, he lowered his voice and said coldly: "You want me to invite you in."
Ji Lan calmed down and walked in, staring at the door. Looking at Ji Mingzong, the man rested on the mouse with one hand and held a cigarette in the other. The ashtray at hand was filled with cigarette butts.
Their eyes faced each other, intertwined through layers of smoke.
It was like a silent struggle began, tearing apart each other's dignity and arrogance.
Ji Mingzong has been in a high position for a long time, and his strong and domineering temperament is deeply rooted in his bones. In addition to his love for Ji Lan, he also has a desire to control the superiors without showing their power.
As luck would have it, Ji Lan knew this from the beginning and couldn't get into trouble with him.
At last, a sigh sounded at the door.
Ji Mingzong became irritated during the conversation and raised his hand to light ashes on the ashtray: "What? Are you aggrieved by letting you go home?"
"No."
" Why are you sighing without you?" The man asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll eat you if you don't come in?"
Ji Lan sighed helplessly: "Every time I come home late, I feel like I'm surrendering."
Surrender yourself?
Ji Mingzong pondered these two words and muttered: "Do you still know that you have broken the law?"
"I have not broken the law, but you give me the feeling of interrogating a prisoner."
< br>Jilan approached, leaned against the man's seat and squatted down with his knees in his arms, looking level with 256 under the table.
I stretched out my hand to pull its beard, but 256 ran away with a groan.
Ji Mingzong looked down at her. Seeing that she was obedient and not being stubborn with him, his mood calmed down a bit. He reached out his hand through the person's armpit and lifted her up, letting her sit on his lap.
After puffing out the cigarette, his eyes fell on the document bag on the table: "Pick it up and take a look."
"What?"
Ji Lan opened it and found a whole pile of documents inside. There are more than ten copies of the certificate to prove the change of the company's equity legal person.
These documents told her that she would never have anything to do with the surname Ji in her life.
“Song Lan?”
"Don't like it?"
"How about changing it completely."
"What do you want to change it to?" "I haven't thought about it yet," Ji Lan put down the things in his hands and turned to look at Ji Lan Mingzong thought for a while: "Song Zhiji?"
"Song Siji?"
Ji Mingzong laughed helplessly, pinched her waist and walked her towards him: "You do know how to choose a name."
Ji Lan thought again: "How about 257, 28256, 28257, more matches !”
“Lanlan!” This shout came back thousands of times, and it tactfully penetrated into Ji Lan’s heart.
She stared at him, her watery eyes rolling with love that could be seen through at a glance.
"There are not many things that can be burned in old houses"
"You think it's love, but in fact it's just his whim."
The two are very different.
He pushed her away from the Ji family.
Is this love?
Maybe.
Ji Mingzong seemed to be pushing himself, but in fact he was pushing himself back then.
Pushing his twenty years forward.
"Mingzong!"
"Will I fall into the abyss?"
"No," Ji Mingzong responded quickly without thinking at all.
"Do it once!" Ji Lan desperately wanted to feel his love, to be filled and warmed, so that he could use his body to drive away Li Zhen's realistic and naked words.
Ji Mingzong was surprised by her initiative, but he agreed. When he was carrying her to the bedroom, Ji Lan put her arm around his neck and said, "Here."
Afraid that he wouldn't listen, She said again: "Right here."
The love in early autumn is surging.
The autumn wind in the yard swept away the dead leaves on the trees.
Let them return to the soil, and then roll up the leaves that should have returned to the soil, and take them to the sky, floating high and low.
Make a rustling sound.
It makes people think about it and want to sink into it.
At two o'clock, Ji Lan was sweating profusely and lying on the sofa, kneeling on the sofa with his head on the back of the sofa and his hands hanging down, without any extra strength.
At last, the study door opened and closed. Ji Mingzong took the bathrobe handed in by Jing He at the door, wrapped him up and carried him into the bathroom.
"Tired?"
"Yes."
"I have to take off my makeup."
She sighed and said gratefully: "I will do it myself."
< br>At three o'clock sharp, the two went to bed. Mr. Ji adjusted his position and put his arms into his arms. In the dark night, a question rang out: "What were you thinking about when you did it?"
"I didn't think anything of it."
"Really?" the man asked with a smile, his palm falling on the back of her head and touching her repeatedly.
Tender and affectionate.
He had no intention of stopping, and he had no intention of letting Ji Lan sleep.
Wasted away with her silently.
Ji Lan was helpless, looking up at the vague outline: "I cherish every opportunity to make love with you."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
Ji Lan: " I don't dare."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I just don't dare," Ji Lan said angrily, pulling down the hand on his head: "If you give it to me, If you have the right to dare, I can dare.”
"You dare to think about it," the man said with unclear emotions, "What did Li Zhen tell you, or what did Ji Xian tell you?"
"Are you afraid of what they will say to me?"
< br>"Rather than saying that I'm afraid of what they will say to you, I'm more afraid of you being in a bad mood, Lan Lan. I'm never afraid of anything, except things related to you."
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