Chapter 153 Ji Xian almost kissed him
That night, the Song family held a Guining banquet for Ji Lan.
During the banquet, Ji Mingzong was not seen.
Ji Lan was holding a cup and hanging around with people for a long time. He drank too much and when seeing off the guests, he leaned against the car and was a little delirious.
Xiao Meng took a shawl from the car and put it on her shoulders, hugged it gently, and asked softly: "Going home?"
"I'm sorry to trouble you," Ji Lan said sincerely, looking at Xiao Meng with a very sincere look: "I'm very grateful that you and Mr. Song can help me escape from the Ji family."
"You kid ." Xiao Meng choked: "I really like it."
"Excuse me." At ten o'clock, Ji Lan got in the car and got ready. Qin Chang drove to Lanting Villa and just turned out of the gate of the Intercontinental Hotel.
A black BMW blocked his way.
Ji Lan leaned on the back seat and opened his eyes slightly. When he saw a familiar license plate, he told Qin Chang to pull over.
Ji Lan put down the car window and looked at Ji Xian stepping forward, with a soft tone: "Why don't you go in when you are here?"
"I'm afraid it will affect you," Ji Xian has been here for a long time, starting from the banquet He waited until the banquet was over before waiting for her.
He was happy for Ji Lan to be able to leave the Ji family, and he must not do anything to hold her back at this time.
"Come up?" Ji Lan glanced at the empty space beside him.
Ji Xian glanced at Qin Chang who was driving: "Shall I see you off?"
Ji Lan thought for a while and nodded slightly: "That's okay."
In early autumn, the night is hazy. From the beginning of autumn, the city seems to be covered with a thin veil, which cannot be removed and cannot be seen. Clear and alluring.
Ji Xian held the steering wheel and drove steadily on the city road.
The two chatted on the way, not involving the Ji family, recent trivial matters and work matters.
Halfway through the journey, Ji Xian saw through the rearview mirror that the black Bentley was still following not too far away. He looked back from the corner of his eye and asked Ji Lan softly: "Is the driver not one of our own?"
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Ji Lan was stunned before he realized what he was doing and nodded slightly: "One of our own."
"It doesn't look like that," he said.
“You come from the army, so be wary,” Ji Lan explained casually.
From the InterContinental Hotel to Jinmao Mansion, it takes half an hour without traffic jam. Moreover, there is a lot of traffic on this day, and the elevated highway will not be blocked, but the average speed cannot exceed 40 yards.
Ji Lan drank too much that day.
The car was warm and the two chatted, feeling sleepy.
I almost fell asleep during the second half.
On the other side, Yan Hui called to ask when he would arrive home, and Qin Chang informed that he had been picked up by Ji Xian.
When Ji Mingzong heard this, he couldn't hide the displeasure in his eyebrows.
Yan Hui did not dare to say anything and drove to Jinmao Mansion to wait.
The parking lot was silent as a black BMW drove in, parked at the entrance of the unit, and backed into the parking space safely.
Ji Xian looked sideways at Ji Lan. In the absence of anyone, the love in his chest was clamoring to get out.
Like a madman, running around.
The collision made every pore in his body tremble slightly.
It was dark at night and the lights in the parking lot were dim.
Ji Lan looks cute when she sleeps.
There was a faint smell of alcohol lingering in the carriage, making people drunk.
Ji Xian stabilized his mind, unbuckled his seatbelt and approached Ji Lan sideways. When his breathing was close, his crazy love mixed with the night, and the people were clamoring for him to commit a crime.
"Dudu————"
The clear and urgent sound of the horn sounded, waking up Ji Lan and making Ji Xian regain his senses.
She woke up leisurely, and her hazy eyes fell on Ji Xian: "What's wrong?"
"I saw you fell asleep, I thought you would unbuckle your seat belt so you can sleep more comfortably." She said, pointing. Press lightly with the tip, and there is a snap, and the seat belt is unfastened.
"Let me go upstairs!"
"I'll see you off," Ji Xian wanted to follow him downstairs.
"No, it's getting late. You should go back early," Ji Lan refused, and then said, "I'm very tired and want to rest when I go up. You go up with me. If I don't invite you to sit in, I will feel uneasy."
Ji Xian chuckled and nodded warmly: "Okay."
Watching Ji Lan enter the elevator hall, he caught a glimpse of a Maybach parked opposite him from the corner of his eye. When he saw the license plate, he felt vaguely It felt familiar, and many times when he took Ji Lan home, this car was parked opposite.
Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Ji Xian drove away.
At this time, in the black Maybach, Yan Hui leaned on the driver's seat, trying to reduce his sense of presence. The air circulation was clearly turned on in the car, but he always felt that someone was stripping away the oxygen around him little by little. , almost suffocating him.
It's terrible.
Uncle and niece in name only.
The nominal brother and sister.
For a moment, he didn't know who to say was morally corrupt and violated his conscience.
If the horn sounded just two seconds later, Ji Xian would have kissed her.
How can a person like Mr. Ji, who can't get rid of the dirt in his eyes, endure it?
Watching his girlfriend being defiled, it would be difficult for Ji Xian not to die.
The murderous look could not be concealed in the back seat. Ji Mingzong lit a cigarette and took a few puffs.
With half a cigarette gone, Ji Lan opened the door and got in the car.
The thick smell of smoke reached her nose and made her cough.
Yan Huizhi raised the shutter, and Ji Lan opened the window to disperse the smell of smoke.
Ji Mingzong lit the cigarette ashes and Leng Bangbang opened his lips: "With the car window so wide open, aren't you afraid that your good brother will leave and come back?"
Ji Lan landed on the edge of the door. His fingertips flexed slightly, looking at Ji Mingzong with some confusion.
But admittedly, she was also worried that Ji Xian would find out about her relationship with Ji Mingzong, so she closed the car window again.
Such a move was silent, but it was enough to make Ji Mingzong's liver hurt.
The man suddenly sneered, and his sinister tone made Ji Lan brace himself to deal with it. He said, "Miss Song is really good."
"Did I provoke you?"
Ji Mingzong didn't answer.
Leng shushed and stared at her.
Ji Lan asked again: "What did I do wrong? Tell me and I will correct it."
He remained silent.
Until the car parked in the parking lot of Lanting Villa, Ji Mingzong's ashtrays were piled up on the hill.
The man opened the car door and left first.
Ji Lan held her bag, holding back her headache and shouted to Yan Hui: "Did I provoke him?"
Yan Hui hesitated: "I dare not say it."
"Okay! Don't tell me," Ji Lan nodded repeatedly. He had been with Ji Mingzong for a long time, and he had some of his habits: "I'll coax him back later. Just in case I think of what happened today, I'll blow a few words on the pillow." Don’t blame me for the wind or anything.”
Yan Hui: The lives of cows and horses are not lives?
Is beating a worker no longer a human being?
"Just now Mr. Ji wanted to do something inappropriate to you in the parking lot, but he happened to see it."
"So he is angry?" Ji Lan asked.
Yan Hui nodded.
Ji Lan laughed and said in an erratic tone: "Didn't I learn that from him? If you say it's unethical, who can be better than your husband?"
Yan Hui was horrified and stared. Looking at Ji Lan with big eyes, he didn't dare to say a word.
The latter turned slightly towards the foyer and saw Ji Mingzong standing at the stairs with a cigarette between his arms, his eyes thick and focused on her, overwhelming anger that could not be suppressed, and coming towards him wrapped in anger.