Chapter 156 You want me to go home early and stay alone in the empty room?
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Ji Lan just entered the office and before he could sit down, Xu Ying hurried in.
“I drank too much last night,” Ji Lan responded, putting down her bag.
"I saw you drank a lot," Xu Ying followed her words and spoke. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes caught sight of Jing He standing on one side: "This is it?"
"Auntie at home," Ji Lan responded casually, calling his secretary to arrange Jing He into the reception room,
"Which family?" Only when Xu Ying saw people leaving did he dare to ask: "Song family? Or Ji Mingzong's family? "
Ji Lan's light eyes fell on her: "What do you think?"
"Yes! Got it," this is another giant Buddha. If nothing else, Ji Lan is. He was eaten to death by Ji Mingzong.
“After we talk about the contract, you go back and rest. What will I do if you collapse?”
At ten o'clock in the morning, Ji Lan entered the conference room, and it was already twelve o'clock when he came out. Party A came over to talk about cooperation. As Party B, it was reasonable and reasonable to treat the other party to a meal. When they came to the wine table, Ji Lan Making an excuse and not having a single drink, Xu Ying and several agents drank with her and got drunk.
When Ji Mingzong's call came in, Ji Lan was warming up. He looked at the caller ID and cut off the call.
In less than a minute, Jing He picked up the phone and informed Ji Lan that he was socializing.
Asked if he had been drinking, Jing He responded awkwardly: "Miss Song won't let me in."
Ji Mingzong hung up the phone in silence.
It's half past twelve, halfway through the meal.
The waiter came over with a bowl of clear soup, followed by two people with valuable red wine on the tray.
His eyes fell on Ji Lan and he spoke softly: "Mr. Song, Mr. Zhao knows that you are here, so let me send you two bottles of red wine."
Xu Ying was confused for a moment. Son: "Which Mr. Zhao?"
"Zhao Jiahuai, Mr. Zhao."
There was silence in the box for a moment. The Zhao family is well-known in Beijing and Hong Kong. Everyone in the food chain has someone who wants to curry favor or is cured by someone. By coincidence, the company Ji Lan contacted today is doing business with Zhao Jiahuai. contacts.
"Mr. Song and Mr. Zhao know each other?"
Ji Lan nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lin has business dealings with Mr. Zhao?"
"I have an idea. But Zhao Corporation’s standards are too high, and we haven’t met them yet.”
Xu Ying seemed to understand why, and looked back and forth between Ji Lan and his partners.
"We met later, and I will definitely give Mr. Lin a few kind words."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Song."
After the entertainment, Xu Ying took several agents to see him off. leave.
Ji Lan came out of the box and was about to return Ji Mingzong's call when he saw Zhao Jiahuai coming out of the box at the end of the corridor from a distance.
Seeing her, he nodded slightly.
He had no intention of getting closer, but when he caught a glimpse of Jing He waiting by the door, the man finally came forward with hesitant steps.
Ji Lan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this.
Zhao Jiahuai! He looked down on her, but he had to get close to her, which was frustrating to think about.
"Mr. Zhao," it was obvious that Jing He knew him and nodded when he saw someone coming.
“When will Butler Jing return to Beijing and Hong Kong?”
"It's been a while," Jing He responded and glanced at Ji Lan: "Let's chat."
After saying that, he turned around and gave them his seat in the corridor.
She thought Zhao Jiahuai and Ji Lan had something to talk about, but in fact, Zhao Jiahuai's goal may be her, not himself.
Ji Lan was very understanding and had no intention of delaying Zhao Jiahuai.
“Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for the red wine, don’t bother me.”
Zhao Jiahuai said nothing and watched Ji Lan enter the elevator. When he looked back, he sent Ji Mingzong a text message.
Over there, Ji Mingzong was returning from the site inspection with people from Ancheng. In October, in the late autumn of Beijing and Hong Kong, the temperature in Ancheng was still high.
The man took off his coat and hung it casually on his arm. When he received Ji Lan's message, he didn't think much about it and dialed the phone.
Unexpectedly, I was hung up on again.
The man's brows were furrowed, his displeasure evident.
Sent a question mark.
With emotions.
Three to five minutes later, Ji Lan got in the car, Jing He sat in the passenger seat, and Qin Chang drove to Lanting Villa.
She had time to answer the phone.
"Very busy?" Mr. Ji was in a bad mood and worried about others, so he was hung up on frequently.
“I was just saying goodbye to someone,” Ji Lan explained: “It’s not convenient to pick me up.”
“When will you be back?”
“It will be at night.”< br>
Ji Lan unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water: "When you come back at night, you want me to go home early and stay alone in the empty room?"
"Standing alone in the vacant room?" Mr. Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, approaching the door of the hotel, waving his hand to signal Zhang Ying to go in first. He held his mobile phone and stood under the palace wall around the film and television city. His demeanor was even more majestic against the white wall and red tiles. : "Conscience of heaven and earth, Song Xiaolan, how could I not come back as early as possible?"
"Yes, that's true," Ji Lan said leisurely: "But when you yelled at me, you also yelled in a serious manner, and I still I clearly remember that I wanted to vomit last night, but you held me back to prevent me from vomiting."
"That's nonsense," Mr. Ji said as if his tail was stepped on. Last night was an accident. He thought Ji Lan wanted to do it. He ran, unable to hold back his emotions: "I can't be so bossy that I won't even let you vomit."
"That's you." Ji Lan recalled the details of last night: "I am far away from the sink It’s just one step away.”
“It’s just an accident,” Mr. Ji said helplessly, “Okay, okay, my fault, give me a chance to show off.”
"That depends on your performance," Ji Lan lazily adjusted his posture.
More than halfway through the conversation, Ji Lan asked Qin Chang to go to the nearest mall.
Ji Mingzong heard this and asked about his intention to leave.
Ji Lan told the truth and said he had ordered a gift and wanted to pick it up.
As for what the gift was, Ji Mingzong never asked deeply.
Party B has already sat down at the wine table, waiting for him to start the dinner. He doesn't want to stay too long, so he hangs up the phone after a few words.
There is no shortage of business districts in Beijing and Hong Kong, but the only two that Ji Lan is familiar with are the CBD ones.
She ordered two black coats, one for men and one for women. They were very ordinary couple clothes. The only difference was that there was inconspicuous embroidery on the trademark of the coat.
This coat is a coincidence.
At first, I just wanted to buy it for myself, but when I was about to pay, the salesperson said that there was also a men's model that could be used as a couple's costume. Ji Lan thought about it for a moment, and thought about trying to please Ji Mingzong, so that he could look forward to it. Spit out more gold coins.
This incident happened before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Ji Lan?" As she stood in the store waiting for the clerk to fold clothes, a soft call came from behind her: "Oh no, should I call you Song Lan now?"
" Do your parents have money from the Ji family?” What? Did the Ji family give you money?”
“Ji Lan, please be polite,” Xu Huan approached with an angry look.
Ji Lan sneered: "Then I can't be polite, why don't you stay away from me!"
At this moment, the clerk handed the wrapped clothes to Ji Lan with a bag.
Xu Huan stepped forward and took it first. She was a regular customer of this store and knew that the packaging of men's clothes and women's clothes in this store were separated in black and white.
Jilan made it clear today that she bought men’s clothing.