Chapter 160: If you didn’t kill me, it would be the most regretful thing in your life
“You can do shameless things that go against moral principles, but others can’t? Ji Hongyi, you are really a bitch hanging on the chastity arch. ! One set inside and another outside. "
Bang——————Ji Mingzong reached out and threw the person out. Ji Hongyi’s back hit the rearview mirror. His face turned pale in pain and he endured it. He didn't make a sound because of the pain.
Emperor Yan Huidi handed over the handkerchief, and Ji Mingzong reached out to take it, wiped his hands, and threw it on Ji Hongyi: "If you didn't kill me in the first place, it will be the thing you regret most in your life."
"Ji Mingzong!" Ji Hongyi shouted angrily, and in response was the dull sound of the door closing. There were many dignitaries in the racecourse, and everyone ate the Ji family's Guajinggang.
Originally, I was still speculating on the reason for the discord between the third master of the Ji family and the Ji family.
Now in just a few minutes, everyone has figured out the matter.
Ji Hongyi originally wanted to kill Ji Mingzong, but failed. Now Ji Mingzong came back to clean up the Ji family.
As soon as word spread about the hero's role in a wealthy family, the whole of Beijing and Hong Kong was talking about it.
With the news that the old man of the Ji family was dying, the Ji family was swaying in the wind and rain, almost unable to stand.
The Ji family was busy with the old man's affairs and had no time to pay attention to how the rumors were flying down the mountain.
Ji Mingzong got on the bus. Ji Lan had not recovered yet. The mask on her face had been taken off. She leaned on the seat with her back tense and guarded.
The man reached out and hugged the person to his knees, comforting him softly: "Are you scared?"
Ji Lan took a deep breath, looked up at Ji Mingzong, and the man patted him. Her back felt wet, her fingertips stuck into her coat, and her white turtleneck sweater was soaked.
Sweat stuck to my body.
The man glanced at her, took out a tissue and put it on her back to wipe the sweat. He did not forget to scold her: "It's useless."
She was useless. The moment Ji Hongyi opened the car door, she only felt her soul They all flew out and are floating in the air. They haven't recovered yet.
Ji Lan leaned softly against Ji Mingzong, rubbing his face against his neck and letting him rub his back.
As she leaned against him, the familiar smell of tobacco came, and she calmed down.
The car went all the way to Lanting Villa. Near the courtyard, Ji Mingzong ordered Yan Jiang to drive the car into the parking lot.
Then he asked Jing He to bring a blanket.
"I'm not cold," Ji Lan looked at the blanket in his hand with some reluctance.
"Put it on," Mr. Ji said in a strong tone: "I'm sweating, and I caught a cold when I turned around to blow the wind. It's me who will take care of you."
"You can let Jing He take care of me," Ji said Lan muttered.
The man frowned: "Are you heartless again?"
Seeing the stubbornness, Jing He persuaded Bi Ji softly: "Miss Song, you should keep your clothes on! It's cold in the late autumn, and it will be uncomfortable for you if you are sick, and it will be uncomfortable for you, sir."
She persuaded Bi Ji softly. Mingzong's strength is easy to use.
In the final analysis, Ji Lan is a docile donkey who takes soft things but not hard ones.
However, Ji Mingzong had been living alone for many years, and he had long forgotten how to treat someone gently.
Anything can be disguised for a short time, but it is difficult to disguise it for a long time!
When Ji Lan entered the room, Jing He poured a cup of hot water and handed it to her, asking her to drink a cup of water to warm herself up before he went upstairs to fill her with bath water.
She had no objection, nodded, and went to the living room with the cup.
After the glass of water was half full, Xu Ying came in on the phone, chatted a few words about business matters and brought some secrets among the company’s artists. They said they were secrets, but they were nothing more than fresh gossip nowadays, but the difference is that this gossip was his own. As a company artist, Xu Ying can only say a few words about her.
Lin sighed heavily: "I'm really impressed by the young girls today. One or two of them are fucking love brains. They have brains for things that even dogs won't eat. "
Ji Lan followed her hair and said, "Calm down your anger."
"I can't get rid of my anger. Have you ever seen the boss who accompanied someone to the hospital for an abortion at twelve o'clock?"
Ji Lan responded warmly: "Yes."
"Who? Say? Come and listen to me.”
“You!” “Song Xiaolan”
Bang————
Xu Ying’s voice fell to the ground, and the sound of breaking cups sounded behind him. Ji Lan was so frightened that he turned around and saw 256 standing on the coffee table, with the water glass lying in pieces on the ground.
Ji Lan pursed her lips helplessly, walked over with her mobile phone, and bent over to clean up the mess.
Just as her fingertips stretched out, a shadow pressed down and held her palm to pull her up.
“What’s the sound?” Xu Ying asked from the other side.
Ji Lan responded: "The cup fell, I'm going to clean it up."
After putting away the phone, Ji Lan took the trash can and handed it to him.
I just took out the paper towel and wanted to help clean it up together, but someone stretched out his hand to separate her, and his eyes swept over her bare feet: "Go and put on your shoes."
Ji Lan put on her shoes, Ji Mingzong It was almost done, and the glass fragments were wrapped in paper towels and put into the trash can. The man shouted 256.
The cat ran over with its big tail raised. Ji Mingzong picked it up and locked it in. Cat room.
Ji Lan stood behind him and looked at him without saying a word.
Towards Ji Mingzong, her mood was always weird.
Love or not love is incomplete.
He is too bright. When he pampers you, his meticulous care makes you feel like he is taking care of a baby. But when he is strong and domineering, he just respects you in vain and can make you unable to hold your head up. .
He is like an elder, leading you forward and regulating your words and deeds.
Give you pampering, but not pampering.
Just like today, he has always had a clear hierarchy. He can interact with Zhao Jiahuai and others, but no one can cross them. But today, according to his temperament, Jing He can handle such a small matter, and she can handle it herself. To solve it, he chose to squat down and bend down to solve it himself.
He is high above and walking with you.
Sometimes in Jiutian, sometimes by my side.
The unattainable high-mountain flower falls into the mortal world. Even if people touch it, it seems like an illusion.
"Are you hurt?" The man's sudden voice pulled Ji Lan back from his thoughts.
She shook her head: "No."
"Uncomfortable?" Seeing that the person was in a low mood, Ji Mingzong reached out and touched her forehead.
Seeing that the temperature was still good, I stopped.
Without waiting for Ji Lan’s response, he asked again: “What are Xu Ying talking to you about?”
"Let's talk about abortion," Ji Lan said bluntly.
Ji Mingzong raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if he didn't like hearing the word abortion.
Ji Lan explained: "The female artist signed by the company is pregnant."
"Yes," the man said with a calm expression, not interested in the matter.
At this time, Jing He went downstairs to tell her that the water had been put away. Ji Mingzong’s fingertips fell on her lower back and patted her gently: "Go take a bath."
"You stay with me."
"A mandarin duck bath?" Mr. Ji teased her.
"No, just stay with me," she said coquettishly, turning around and pressing against Ji Mingzong, trying to woo him: "If you hadn't bothered to answer that phone call, I wouldn't have been frightened into a cold sweat."
Ji Mingzong was helpless and nodded as if he was pampering her: "Okay, I'll accompany you."