Chapter 165: Their boss is determined to endure the pain of love
"I'm afraid you're busy."
"I'm busy, not dead," Ji Mingzong looked unhappy: "Maybe something happened to my woman, and I can care whether she lives or lives."
Ji Mingzong's raging anger subsided, and Ji Lan suppressed his words, sulking into his arms: "I'm so pitiful, just do it and don't talk about me."
She knew how to be soft, and Ji Mingzong's temperament was easier to deal with when he was soft than when he was hard.
The man's hand on her waist tightened slightly, he sighed softly, and pressed her into his arms.
As if he wanted to integrate her into his flesh and blood: "Lan Lan, you want my life."
Ji Lan enjoys the feeling of being taken into consideration, and this unique and unbiased love can be shown at any time.
She fell in love with Ji Mingzong, struggled, and in her struggle repeatedly confirmed the fact that she had fallen in love with him.
This relationship, stained with ethics and morals, eventually fell through repeated preferences.
When late autumn turned into winter, the weather in Beijing and Hong Kong was not very good. Strong winds swept up the withered leaves, rolled them into the air, and disappeared into the night. No matter how they flew or fluttered, they could not escape from these high-rise buildings hundreds of meters high. .
Ji Mingzong is a building, and she is a dead leaf blown up by the wind.
The lights in the guest room were dim. Ji Mingzong took off his coat and lay beside her, holding her in his arms. When his hot body was close to her, Ji Lan desperately wanted to do something bad.
After thinking about it, she did the same.
When the fingertips fell on the man's Adam's apple, someone stretched out his hand to hold it. In the dim room, the man's lustful eyes fell on her, covering her and wrapping her.
"Are you tired?"
"I want it," the man asked in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
Ji Lan grumbled, holding Ji Mingzong's palm with his backhand, dragging his swollen legs on top of him.
Reaction becomes active.
Ji Mingzong was worried that she would be injured a second time, so he placed his palm on her side to protect her slightly: "I'm afraid of hurting you."
Ji Lan ignored him and nestled into his shoulder.
Is the hot breath brushing against a man's ear, like dry wood touching a burning fire
She was like an eagle or a bird, as if she had encountered a typhoon in the middle of summer.
She got into the eye of the wind, was pulled up, pushed down, and sank repeatedly. She tried desperately to get out, but she couldn't.
No matter how much she screamed, no one could save her.
It wasn't until the typhoon stopped that she was fished out of the water.
At that time, she was dying.
Ji Mingzong always felt that she was like a poppy, and if she touched it, she would lose her soul.
All sanity is lost.
As the sky grew brighter, Ji Lan was taken out of the bathroom, put on new clothes, and carried her downstairs.
Taking advantage of the bright sky in the early morning, we left Ancheng.
Ji Lan slept drowsily all the way, and Ji Mingzong hugged her and squinted all the way. Occasionally, when he heard her cough, he would lightly lift his eyes and close the coat that was covering her body.
The level of care is no less than that of a newborn baby.
Yan Hui said it was a lie if he said he was not shocked.
Some people can kill you when they are angry.
When they pamper you, they can also kill you.
It was half past seven when we returned to Lanting Villa.
Ji Mingzong put her gently on the bed. Ji Lan woke up instantly. She woke up with a trembling trembling and straightened her legs. When the injury was pulled, the pain made her wake up a little.
Before he was frightened, Ji Mingzong bent over and dragged the person up and pushed him back to his chest.
His palms traveled on her back, gently soothing her.
"What's wrong? Huh?" The soft words made Jing He, who was waiting by the side, unconsciously breathe softly.
Ji Lan frowned and said, "My legs hurt."
"Let me take a look," Mr. Ji let go of one hand, lifted the quilt with the other hand, and checked her injuries: "The swelling has gone down, and she is better than yesterday."
"Yes," she rubbed against the person lazily. After staying up all night, she was still unconscious and clinging to the person. "Get some sleep?"
"What about you?"
"I have to go to the company, Lanlan."
He was not doing well either. He drank too much, didn't sleep all night, and traveled back and forth twice. He was not much better at the moment.
"Go to sleep for a while," Ji Lan walked to the side, leaving most of the space for him.
Seeing that Ji Mingzong didn't move, he continued: "Dr. Ji, you died young, what should I do?"
Mr. Ji touched her hair: "Don't you always want to leave me?"
"Nonsense," Ji Lan imitated his tone and spoke.
"Even if you get pregnant, you will abort it," Ji Mingzong said exactly what she said yesterday, and his hand kept falling on the back of her head: "Lanlan, I am very sad to hear this."
Ji Lan remained silent and tightened his grip on the quilt slightly.
Ji Mingzong stared at her, the light flowing between his brows not letting her go just because Ji Lan avoided speaking.
Ji Lan was stared at and had no place to hide. After thinking for a long time, he found a way to say: "I"
"Don't say such hurtful words in the future"
Ji Mingzong didn't want to hear any explanation, so he forced her to compromise? It was too cruel, and he knew she wouldn't do it willingly.
Rejected by her? Even sadder,
If this had happened before, how would he have cared about Ji Lan's feelings? Where can I think so much? He also fell above him.
Not much better than Ji Lan.
Ji Lan said in favor, the sound was soft and waxy, just like when 256 was a child.
"Would you like to take a nap?"
"With you," Ji Mingzong nodded and relaxed.
He lay beside Ji Lan and held her in his arms.
The latter naturally put his legs on him.
Find a good position and get in.
"Mr. Liang, Director Ji is busy with important things today and won't be able to leave for a while. Let me say sorry to you."
"I'm afraid today's meeting will have to be postponed."
Ji Mingzong made an appointment with Liang Hong'an today to talk about something. The other party knew Ji Mingzong's schedule and was waiting at the company at 6:30. He waited until nearly 8 o'clock before Zhang Ying informed him that today's meeting was cancelled.
The other party was not angry when he found out.
Lin nodded, exchanged a few words and stood up to leave.
When Zhang Ying sent people away, he thought to himself that their boss, Ji Dong, had completely fallen. The man who had always been punctual and kept his promises was actually let loose today. The magic power of the goblin was greatly increased.
Their boss is determined to suffer the pain of love.
Once people get involved in the relationship, good ones will stay together for life, but bad ones will die.
On this day, Ji Mingzong simply took a vacation.
I stayed at home with Ji Lan for a day.
As the afternoon approached, Ji Lan was bored and asked Jing He to buy some flower materials and then started to arrange flowers.
When Ji Mingzong came down from upstairs, he saw Ji Lan pruning flower branches from a distance, and a bouquet of pink flowers appeared in her hands.
"Have you learned it?" Ji Mingzong sat opposite and looked at her appearance when arranging flowers.
Ji Lan raised his eyes and said casually, "You must learn the course."
"School?"
Ji Lan pouted: "Ji family."
Ji Mingzong paused. He came from the same family. He knew something. The Ji family raised boys completely differently from girls. Girls seemed to be preparing for marriage from the time they were born. How many people died in the Qing Dynasty? Years have passed, but Mrs. Ji's inner thoughts have not changed at all.
At the end of the day, the man snorted coldly and threw out four words: "Fantastic skills and obscene skills."