Chapter 167: Director Ji looks at me so closely?
Du Jia first met Ji Mingzong many years ago.
Her family was well off, her parents and grandparents were from Kochi, and within their system, she was one of the first people to go abroad to eat soup and meat.
In 2000, winter time hit the UK, it was humid and cold.
She stayed alone in that city, like a criminal thrown into death row, depressed, depressed, and unable to breathe.
Due to her superior family background, all her friends were studying for the college entrance examination in China, but she was the one who was far ahead.
She was as emotionally wet as Hui Nantian from Guangdong and Guangxi. She couldn't find anyone to tell her wounds, so she had to endure and lick the wounds alone.
Before six o'clock that day, the British night came. On her way back to her host family after class, she covered her backpack and walked forward.
Occasionally, I heard a familiar Chinese sentence.
Mixed with some swear words unique to the Beijing and Hong Kong areas.
As the sound of fighting came, she hesitated and waited for the sound of fighting to stop before she dared to step forward.
In the dark alley, the smell of blood came.
When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw clearly what it was like, a woman with a broken leg and a boy covered in blood.
The woman was lying on the ground, covering her legs, gasping for breath.
The young man leaned his back against the wall, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face. When he saw her, his eagle-like eyes seemed to be able to dazzle her.
He probably saw her Asian face and said in Chinese: "Aren't you leaving?"
In just a moment, she turned and fled.
This is the first meeting.
It wasn't until the Ji family scandal broke out a few days ago that she knew that the man was the housekeeper who had taken care of him for more than ten years.
An attempt was made to end his life on the start of British winter time.
The grievances and disputes among wealthy families have never been as simple as life and death. Death is death, and life is life. The most terrifying thing is that between death and life, the people are lingering and gasping for breath.
When they first met in Beijing and Hong Kong, she didn't dare to recognize him.
But he also had the courage to admit it.
But the other party didn't seem to remember her.
Too.
For her, it was witnessing a thrilling murder.
For Ji Mingzong, it was just another passerby in his life.
Ji Lan's words made Ji Mingzong's thoughts fall into a cold state.
He remembered Du Jia, the girl who broke into the alley in panic on a rainy night and witnessed him killing the housekeeper. She didn't look very old at that time, seventeen? Or eighteen?
Like a quail caught in the rain, its feathers are wet and it loses its ability to think. Standing blankly at the entrance of the alley, watching him slowly wipe the blood on his face.
Decades later, Beijing and Hong Kong met again, and she became Liang Hongan's secretary.
Liang Hongan has the ability to achieve a net worth of tens of billions in private companies, but he doesn't like his secretary very much.
When they first met, she recognized him, her eyes were naked and appraising, as if she wanted to blurt out what happened back then.
But she probably forgot that in this world, no one who tried his best to climb to a high place would look back and see how miserable he was.
Just like why so many men abandon their useless wives.
Because the bad wife knows all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
At this time, they were glamorous and powerful.
This girl...heh.
"Inferior people are always full of yearning for the life of superiors," Ji Mingzong responded to Ji Lan lightly.
As the car drove all the way to Lanting Villa, Ji Lan thought about the phone call he had just made with Xu Ying. "I won't be back tomorrow night."
"Invite Xu Ying to a hot spring bath?" He just heard it, but still asked: "Where to bathe?"
"Anshan! It's close." There is a mountain in the Fifth Ring Road between Beijing and Hong Kong. It is a well-known local tourist attraction and is famous for its hot springs. It takes an hour and a half to drive from the city, so it's not far or close.
Ji Mingzong glanced sideways at Ji Lan and said in a clear tone: "You're not going home so close?"
"I'm going in the evening, too lazy to bother."
"Does Director Ji look at me so closely?" Ji Lan smiled and leaned in front of him, murmuring and asking: "Are you afraid that I will be kidnapped?"
Ji Mingzong reached out, grabbed her slender waist and came towards her: "I'm afraid you will be betrayed."
"I'm not stupid."
In November, Beijing and Hong Kong have entered winter. The humid and cold weather makes people's bones feel chilly. In the raging winter season, the thin fog adds a hazy layer to Lanting Villa.
On the garden path of Lanting Villa, Jing He was directing people to clean up the dead branches and leaves in the yard.
Ji Mingzong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor with a cup of hot American food. 256 squatted beside him and licked his hair. Zhang Ying stood aside to report work to him. Ji Lan walked downstairs and heard this sentence: "That Jia Sir, I have been thinking of you in the past few days to apologize.”
"Who is looking for him?" Ji Mingzong asked casually while sipping his coffee.
"Nepotism on Mr. Zhao's side."
Ji Mingzong pursed his lips and said nothing. He raised his other hand, held the bottom of the cup and slowly turned it. His expression was cold and filled with anger that could not be seen clearly.
"Let Zhao Jiahuai solve it by himself."
When Ji Lan went downstairs, Zhang Ying heard the footsteps and turned around and called Miss Song,
The latter nodded slowly, without interrupting their conversation, and went into the dining room to pour a glass of water.
Before he could sit down, Ji Mingzong came in.
"Is it difficult to travel in heavy fog?"
"Yeah," the fog was too heavy and the water in the city was blocked. It was hard to wait to go down the mountain now.
"Go to the company?"
"Go ahead," Ji Lan responded, holding a glass of warm water and drinking most of it.
Ji Mingzong sat across from her and looked at her. Ji Lan was wearing a thin cashmere sweater that morning, with long, fluffy hair. She looked well-behaved and delicious.
It's like the heavy morning fog has added a thin layer of frost to the leaves outside, inviting people to reach out and touch them.
It was dark outside, and the warm yellow spotlights inside the house fell, making it dim and warm.
Ji Mingzong hates this kind of weather. When the UK enters the winter season, there is an unusual amount of this kind of weather. The humid weather burrows into your chest like wings, interfering with your emotions, making you extremely depressed and unable to breathe.
"What's wrong?" Perhaps Ji Mingzong's gaze was too naked, and Ji Lan couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at him.
"Come," the man said in a gentle tone, opening his hand to his side to signal Ji Lan to come over.
"I'm too lazy to move," it's not a rejection, it's just that I'm really too lazy to move.
Mr. Ji seemed to be in a good mood that day. He stood up from the table and said with a smile: "Then I'll do it."
Within a few seconds, Ji Lan was sitting on his lap, with the man hugging him behind her. His high nose rubbed against her white neck, which made her itch and make people shiver.
Ji Lan wanted to hide, but was held down and unable to hide.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was ambiguous, and Ji Lan was almost defeated by others.
The two of them were so close to each other that they could only take off their clothes and take off their belongings
When Jing He's voice came from the entrance, Ji Lan avoided Ji Mingzong's thin lips and got down from his lap. He held his head and turned sideways to dodge, fearing that others would notice.
"Sir, this is an invitation from the Ji family."