Chapter 161 The old lady of the Ji family is here
In the cloakroom on the second floor, Ji Lan took her pajamas and prepared to enter the bathroom.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the shopping bag he placed next to the counter. He bent down and picked up the bag, took out the coat inside, and handed it to Ji Mingzong: "Try it?"
"Give it to me. Bought it?" Mr. Ji asked lightly, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes," Ji Lan nodded slightly.
The upper body, shoulders and waist of the clothes fit perfectly, as if they were tailor-made, giving him a natural look.
Due to the environment in which Ji Mingzong grew up, he was born in a home without any emotional warmth. He was thrown out of the country as a young boy and never enjoyed the warmth of any family until he was 30 years old.
Over the years, people have come and gone, and it’s not that no woman has been close to her, and it’s not that no one has given her warmth, but these friendships that come with interests and purposes are somewhat hypocritical.
Only Ji Lan, when her small kindness fell on his head, it was like a breeze sweeping away the dust that fell on his head.
The dust of those ten years almost buried him.
But unexpectedly, I met Ji Lan.
In the cloakroom that night, Ji Mingzong was wearing the coat bought by Ji Lan, standing against the island, with the spotlight falling from above his head, making his face even more handsome.
He stretched out his hand towards her, with a slight smile on his face, and said softly: "Come."
Ji Lan had finally figured out Ji Mingzong.
If he is in a good mood, this voice will be filled with tenderness a thousand times, and his endless love will pamper you and make you fall.
If he is in a bad mood, this voice will sound like a mountain of anger, pressing down on your head.
On this day, it was obviously the former.
Ji Lan came closer and pressed against his chest. The strong heartbeat penetrated her ears, giving her a sense of security.
The tense back relaxed slightly, and a faint sigh came.
Mr. Ji comforted her and asked softly: "What are you sighing for?"
Ji Lan answered the question: "You and him"
This him made it difficult for Ji Lan to say: "What are you arguing about?"
Ji Mingzong knew who she was talking about without asking.
But he just pretended not to understand: "Who?"
"What do you think?"
"I said it's useless. You have to say it yourself."
Ji Mingzong followed her words and asked, "Who is he?"
Ji Lan looked up at him and whispered: "Ji Hongyi."
The man's hand on the back of her waist pressed slightly, as if he was satisfied with her answer.
He was afraid, afraid that after all he had done, Ji Lan could still shout "Dad" when facing Ji Hongyi.
Then why did he do all this?
What happened again?
"The old man is probably going to die."
Ji Lan looked up at him in astonishment: "Then you won't go back?"
"You can't die," the old lady said A cruel and ruthless woman, she knows better than anyone that as long as Mr. Ji dies, the Ji family will surely fall into chaos.
In other words, he can die, but not now.
Even if he was about to die, she could still find a way to let him breathe.
When a person reaches a certain position, even wanting to die is a luxury.
As Ji Mingzong said, Mr. Ji is not dead. There was a turbulent night. Doctors came in and out of Ji's manor, but they got the news that the old man was still unconscious.
No other.
In the living room, Deng Yi was leaning on the sofa with a pale face, holding his head, looking sluggish, as if he had experienced some inhuman battle.
And those battles were enough to make her mentally exhausted.
There are many absurd things in the Gaomen Courtyard. Men, women, power, money, and interests are all intertwined and become one drama after another.
Even if she has never experienced these things, she has heard a lot about them in her nearly fifty years of life. Only last night, the old man was on his deathbed. The doctor said that his life was over and there was no way he could save himself. Moreover, the old man was convulsing in the hospital bed, foaming at the mouth, and struggling desperately.
She thought.
She thought.
It was time for people to die. The pain was so great, and living was a hardship.
But the old lady refused. She stood beside her husband's bed and said, "Now is not the time for him to die."
The doctor was embarrassed and told her that there was no need for treatment.
The old lady said again: "Without treatment, he can't die."
He can't die!
In this life, people cannot make their own decisions in life, nor in death. How sad is that?
She stayed in the ward, watching the doctor use an almost cruel method to drag the old man to his last breath.
It frightened her, who was almost in her fifties, to the point of separation.
"Madam, have some tea," Shu Wen handed over the rose tea.
When Deng Yi reached out to take it, he saw the crimson liquid on it. He couldn't hold it back, vomited, covered his mouth and rushed into the bathroom on the first floor.
Vomiting non-stop
The old lady, who had experienced the same thing as her, was sitting on the sofa with a calm expression.
It seems that the blood and miserable howls last night were not enough to make her panic at all.
"Have you found out where the Third Master lives?"
"We have found it. It's at Lanting Villa, but the Third Master is heavily guarded and we can't get close."
"I'll go there myself." The old lady had the idea of bringing Ji Mingzong back.
Fengming Capital is at its peak, and the Ji family is experiencing constant civil strife.
If you don’t ask him to rely on the family, at least he can’t be cruel to the Ji family anymore.
This morning.
Ji Mingzong went downstairs first, with the coat Ji Lan bought yesterday hanging in his arms. He was talking on the phone in his other hand, maybe it was a work call. He told him to go find Zhang Ying. , and collected the phone.
Seeing Jing He's eyes falling on the coat, he asked: "What's wrong?"
"When Miss Song went to get this coat yesterday, she got into a conflict with someone and made a scene. It’s ugly.”
Ji Mingzong turned the cup of his coffee cup, his eyebrows deepened: “Who are you following?”
"Miss Ji, the girl from the Xu family, was also there, and she even moved her hands."
Ji Mingzong frowned slightly and took a sip of coffee before asking, "Are you hurt?"
"No."
Ji Mingzong said favorably, without any unnecessary words. Before leaving, he told Jing He: "We are going to socialize tonight, and take good care of people."
At eight o'clock, Ji Lan went downstairs. Ji Mingzong left after finishing his meal, while Jing He was clearing away the tableware.
Seeing her coming down, I greeted her warmly.
When he came up with breakfast, he told her: "The husband said that he can't go home for dinner tonight because of the entertainment, and told me to take good care of you."
"Is there anything you want to eat, Miss Song?"
Ji Lan shook her head: "No."
She thought to herself that it was impossible for a person like Ji Mingzong who cherished words to speak so much. Jing He was so good at conveying words. Absolutely.
"Then I'll let the kitchen watch the cooking?"
Ji Lan said calmly: "I won't necessarily come back, so don't rush it yet."
At half past eight, Ji Lan put down the cup and picked up the Pack your bags and get ready to go out.
As soon as I got up, the bodyguard outside the hospital came in and told the old lady of the Ji family that she was here and threatened to see Mr. Ji.
Ji Lan: If you don’t come early, you won’t come late, but come when she is about to go out?
"Call your husband."
Jing He thought for a while: "How about I solve it?"
It's not that Ji Lan despised her, but the fact is that this old Qian Most people can't solve it: "You can't solve it."
"Fight him! He won't blame you," Ji Lan reassured her.
Only then did Jing He dare to pick up his cell phone and make a call.