Chapter 155 Good Lanlan.
“Raise your head and look at me.”
“Say it again,” Mr. Ji’s tone was as cold as a snake wrapping around her, without any warmth at all. .
The coldness in the man's eyes grew stronger. Ji Lan did not dare to challenge anyone and lowered his head in recognition: "I was wrong."
Ji Mingzong grabbed her chin with his tiger's mouth, forcing her to look up. Self: "Lan Lan, no mistress or subordinate can make me spend my time paving the way for her and making profits for her."
"You know better than anyone else how much of the love and gratitude you keep talking about is true and how false."
"Lanying Media, the Ji family, and the Song family, along the way, I You can’t imagine how much money I’ve spent and how many connections I’ve made for you.”
“Where the money is, there’s love. I’ll spend my time on you, make you happy, and throw away my own living habits to accommodate you. , in exchange for being a mistress and a subordinate?”
Ji Lan shrank her neck, not daring to look directly at his anger.
I wanted to retreat, but someone grabbed my waist and led me forward: "How much sincerity I have, you should be careful."
"As long as it's true, not false."
Ji Lan's heart trembled.
The hand hanging by her side flexed slightly, and just when she was about to turn her head, Ji Mingzong's fingertips on her chin rubbed along her mandible, and fell behind her ear to press her down. to his chest.
Ji Lan had drunk too much that day. After taking a bath, he only regained consciousness. He had not yet recovered from his physical discomfort.
Ji Mingzong grabbed her chin and pulled her forward a little, causing her stomach to sing a folk song.
Almost instantly, she pushed Ji Mingzong away vigorously.
Just as I was about to rush into the bathroom, someone grabbed my arm.
Ji Mingzong thought she wanted to run away.
Actually, she wanted to vomit.
As soon as he stepped half-foot into the bathroom, Ji Lan vomited with a "wow" sound.
The turbid smell of alcohol rushed out of the bedroom, which was not pleasant.
The man's hand holding her arm slowly moved to her waist, bending slightly, and caressing her back with his other hand.
Patting gently, it is not difficult to see worry in the frowning brows.
After one round of vomiting, Ji Lan leaned against the bathroom door, slumped with only half his life left.
Jing He came up, handed over sobering medicine, and took the servants to clean up the mess.
Ji Mingzong put the person on the bed and handed her a glass of water to rinse her mouth.
The series ended, the bedroom smelled bad, and the two moved to the guest room.
“Do you feel better?”
Ji Lan said nothing and pulled the quilt to cover herself.
"Lan Lan," Ji Mingzong sighed and called her softly, lying sideways beside her and hugging her into his arms.
He placed his chin on top of her head and rubbed it slowly: "I was wrong, I apologize, don't get angry with me, okay?"
"I didn't get angry with you, you got angry with me. "
"I messed up, I changed," Mr. Ji had the courage to admit his mistakes. He was like a tree growing wantonly, with branches growing horizontally. He should have lived upright, but when he met Ji Lan, he had to pruning him from time to time. Zhiya.
Prevent Ji Lan from being injured.
The two gradually got closer through repeated trials, and determined their minds through the tug.
Ji Lan felt uncomfortable that night.
Mr. Ji stayed up all night.
It was approaching two-thirty, and the two of them were lying on the 1.8-meter bed in the guest room. It was not crowded, but Ji Lan frequently leaned in front of him and clung to him, sweating profusely.
Bent over and huddled up, covered in hot sweat.
The person was so shocked that he suddenly woke up: "Lan Lan?"
"Lan Lan?"
I was frightened in the middle of the night. At three o'clock in the morning, a group of doctors rushed over. Even Chinese and Western doctors surrounded the bedroom.
Yan Hui stood outside the bedroom with an anxious look on his face. His eyes fell on Zhang Ying and saw that he was wearing home clothes and a thin woolen coat.
He leaned against the wall with his chest in his arms as if he was not awake.
Passed a cigarette.
Zhang Ying lowered his eyes and waved his hand: "Quit smoking."
"Why?"
"My wife wants a child."
< br>Yan Hui:.
Zhang Yingying got married young. They all know that from the perspective of peers, earning an annual salary of tens of millions is considered young and promising. There are many people watching at work. Even if the position is just a secretary, those with an annual salary of more than one million are considered to be certain. The group is waiting for an opportunity to move.
I have been married for three years and have no children for the time being.
In the past, it was said that it was inconvenient to live abroad because my family members were not around and my wife was pregnant and there was no one to take care of me.
It has only been half a year since I returned to Beijing and Hong Kong, and this matter has been put on the agenda.
Yan Hui held the cigarette between his fingertips and played with it. He glanced at Zhang Ying and said two words: "It's really annoying."
"Why are you annoyed? Being unmarried and having children is the happiest time in a man's life. If you have a partner, you will know what it means to be annoyed," Zhang Ying said, looking at the door beside him.
The meaning is obvious, look at Director Ji.
Be like a father and pave the way for others, be like a mother and take care of others.
As expected, he will go to Ancheng at dawn to discuss the project of the film and television city. He will have meetings during the day and socialize at night. He will not sleep tonight. He will not go to bed again until after eleven o'clock tomorrow night.
If the Iron Man endures like this, he will fall apart one day.
It's not like they had never lived like this before Ji Lan, but most of the time, sleep was guaranteed.
Since I had Ji Lan, the first two months were fine. As Ji Dong gradually became interested in this relationship, it was inevitable to go home 200 kilometers away, no matter how late.
Go home at two in the morning and be in the conference room on time for the meeting at six in the morning.
Several Fengming bosses ended up in the hospital. The worst one was Meng Qinghe, who was almost becoming a hospital VIP.
Just as Zhang Ying said, Ji Mingzong went out early in the morning.
When Ji Lan woke up, there was no one beside him.
I don’t have any expectations, but I don’t feel disappointed at all.
On the contrary, Jing He saw that she was awake and kept preaching about how Ji Mingzong took care of her last night, how many doctors came and how long he stayed before leaving.
How did Mr. Chen Jian go out and look back three times to tell her to take good care of others.
I was afraid that Ji Lan didn’t know how difficult it was for him.
As she spoke, Ji Mingzong's voice came from the phone. On the other side, the man seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, and his voice was a little tired: "Are you awake?"
"Yes!" Ji Lan spoke, his voice broken and hoarse.
"Don't worry, drink some water first," Mr. Ji whispered softly on the other side, and Jing He handed the cup to her.
Drinking half a glass of water before speaking again: "Where have you been?"
"Ancheng, we are talking about projects, we can't push them back," Ji Mingzong explained, and added: "I will try to come back as soon as possible, Are you still going to the company today? ”
"Go, we have an appointment to talk about advertising," I couldn't push it away.
Ji Mingzong sighed slightly, and the person leaning on the back seat rubbed his eyebrows: "Can you push me? You were scary last night."
"I'm worried about your physical condition."
"Difficult!" Ji Lan lay half-lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and pressing his forehead against the pillow. It was obvious that he had not recovered yet.
On the other side, Ji Mingzong was silent for a moment and gave in: "Take Jing He with you."
"Inappropriate."
"I won't participate in your work. I will just wait for you in the office and be obedient, okay?"
Ji Lan turned over, and the rustling sound reached Ji Mingzong In my ears, I thought it was a tantrum, so I tried to persuade her: "Good boy, please let me feel at ease, okay?"