Chapter 164 I am her man, it is inappropriate for you to tell me?
"Miss Song, are you okay?"
"It's okay," Ji Lan supported the co-pilot, her wrists shook slightly, and she reached over the co-pilot and patted Lin Du in the front seat: "Are you okay?"
Lin Du took off the arm blocking his face, shook his head, and said it was okay.
A thrilling accident happened at the right time, and it was so coincidental that it made people think deeply.
Ji Lan pushed open the car door and got out, looking over and over at the black pickup truck behind her, her eyes falling on the man's face.
A middle-aged man, his face is covered with ridges, like a sports car driver that has gone through many years of hardships. Like many truck drivers, the nasolabial folds on the left side of his face are slightly deeper than those on the right.
When he saw her, he bent down and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was distracted and didn't see it clearly."
Ji Lan pursed her lips and said nothing. She looked at the butt of her car. It was so miserable that it would cost a fortune to repair it.
It was raining heavily, but fortunately there was a canopy at the top of the toll station, so they wouldn't have to stand in the rain to solve the problem in embarrassment.
Ji Lan called Qin Chang over and whispered in a low voice: "Check it out and solve it if it's intentional. If it's not intentional, let him go!"
Qin Chang was stunned and looked at Ji Lan and then at the badly damaged butt of the car.
The cost of repairing the car is estimated to be hundreds of thousands, so let him just leave?
"How did you get there?"
"Follow the truck behind," Ji Lan responded: "You stay and deal with it."
Because of this sudden car accident, the toll station approaching Lincheng was jammed. Ji Lan climbed onto the tall truck lamely. When he arrived at the film and television city, it was already half past twelve.
It was a cold rainy night, and a group of people were busy unloading the equipment. Xu Ying saw her lame leg and took the waterproof box from her hand: "What's wrong with the leg?"
"There was a car accident when I came here. I bumped into it, but it's not in the way."
"The house leaked and it rained all night. I finally got a chance to appear on a popular variety show. I want to re-shoot some behind-the-scenes but someone will plot against me. It's so fucking fucked. I called Jiang Shaoding and asked him to find out where the other party is. .”
Xu Ying cursed and kept talking. After moving the things, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Lin Du dragged a box from the corner and put it behind her: "Mr. Song, sit down for a while."
Seeing her sitting down stiffly, Xu Ying couldn't help but come over and lift up her trousers to take a look. He saw a patch of redness and swelling accompanied by bloodshot eyes, like glass scratches.
"Is this what you said is okay?"
"Lin Du, take her to the hospital. There is a branch of the People's Hospital nearby. Just go there."
At half past one, Ji Mingzong entered the room smelling of alcohol, took off his coat and handed it to Jing He. The latter took it with a little worry on his face: "Sir, Miss Song is not back yet."
Ji Mingzong paused as he took off his cufflinks: "What time is it?"
"One forty-five."
"Did you call? What are you busy with?"
Jing He shook his head, hung up his clothes and handed him the hot towel prepared in advance to wipe his hands: "No, I called and no one answered."
"Contact Qin Chang."
Not long after, Jing He came in, followed by Yan Hui.
"Sir, Qin Chang said that Miss Song was delayed in a car accident when delivering equipment to the film and television city. She should be unloading the equipment at the film and television city now."
Ji Mingzong looked cold and solemn, leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest. The wine party tonight was not comfortable.
I thought it was time to wash up and go to bed when I got home, but I was thinking about Ji Lan again: "Are you hurt?"
"Qin Chang said he wasn't sure," Yan Hui opened the video Qin Chang sent and handed it to him.
The man didn't answer, but just looked down. There were some emotions lingering in his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether he was worried or indifferent.
"Mobile phone,"
When I dialed the phone, the call was picked up very quickly.
He asked where he was, but before Ji Lan could say anything, the hospital radio on the other side rang. The man who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed suddenly sat up, looking nervous and speaking quickly: "In the hospital? Are you injured?"
"No," Ji Lan explained: "Maybe he twisted his foot, it's not serious."
"Which hospital?"
"The People's Hospital near the film and television city," Ji Lan responded truthfully.
Just as he was about to say something, there was a sound from Mr. Ji, and Lin Du came over with the list: "I'll help you in."
"Hang up first," Ji Lan hung up the phone without waiting for Ji Mingzong's response.
At this time, the atmosphere in Lanting Villa was solemn.
My girlfriend went to the hospital in the middle of the night and was accompanied by another man. Whether she was a subordinate or something else, as long as she was a female, it was enough to cause a crisis.
Ji Mingzong couldn't sit still.
That night, Ji Lan's foot became swollen and the doctor said it was a soft tissue contusion.
After being prescribed some medicine and no need to be hospitalized, the two returned to the hotel near the film and television city. Xu Yingtong was unable to come back all night, so taking care of her became the responsibility of the new secretary Lin Du.
We booked a room, ordered ice cubes and boiled hot water, and were all in good order.
"Go and rest! I can do it myself," Ji Lan sent someone away and looked at the time: "I'll give you a day off tomorrow, so you don't have to go to work."
"Can you do it alone?" Lin Du was a little worried.
Before Ji Lan could respond, the doorbell rang.
Lin Du stood up and opened the door. He was slightly startled when he saw the person standing at the door. The man stood tall, wearing a black windbreaker. He couldn't suppress his imperial aura. The hotel manager stood beside him, nodding and bowing to him, and spoke for a season. Dong shouted.
Ji Mingzong looked past Lin Du and landed on Ji Lan who was sitting on the bed. He ignored the young man standing at the door and strode straight in.
Lin Du reacted and quickly came over to stop him: "Sir."
"This is inappropriate for you."
Ji Mingzong was murderous, socializing, drinking too much and taking a two-and-a-half-hour car ride to Ancheng. His emotions had reached the limit, and now he was blocked by a young boy who told him it was inappropriate.
The man looked at him with a gloomy face and said silently: "I am her man, it is inappropriate for you to tell me?"
"I didn't listen"
"Isn't it over? Do we need your approval before we fall in love?" Ji Mingzong blocked his words with a look in his deep eyes.
He never had much patience with others.
"Lin Du, you go out first," Ji Lan said to interrupt the silent fight between the two.
Lin Du wanted to struggle, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the man's deep eyes, which were as sharp as arrows, making people dare not look directly.
The natural aura has weight even without words.
As soon as Lin Du left, the room instantly became quiet, leaving only the muffled sound of Ji Mingzong's leather shoes on the carpet.
The man came closer and took a look at her injuries, then picked up the examination report on the bedside table and looked at it. He caught a glimpse of the words "soft tissue contusion" and felt reassured.
"Why don't you."
Tossing and turning, the heavy kiss left Ji Lan unable to breathe. She grabbed his collar and trembled slightly. When the man's fingertips opened the hem of her knitted sweater and got in, she was so cold that she shivered. In just a moment, the man's hand He pulled it back again.
"You didn't know to call me if something happened?"
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