Chapter 173 Sahaili
Is Ji Mingzong kind?
Of course not.
Ji Lan didn't know, but Zhao Jiahuai knew everything, otherwise he wouldn't be so cautious and clear-cut in front of Ji Mingzong. Once upon a time, he had seen all Ji Mingzong's cruel methods, and he would treat those who betrayed him. People who are enemies of oneself.
In the five years from the age of 23 to 28, he was like Yama, standing on the road ahead of Fengming Capital, encountering gods and gods and Buddhas and Buddhas along the way.
The hands are stained with the blood of countless entrepreneurs.
The Ji family's housekeeper and driver who accompanied him abroad are now living "well" in a manor in England, unable to die and unhappy in life.
Tortured.
Living an inhuman life.
There is no hope in this life.
So today, when Ji Mingzong's words "That's how you solved it" came out, cold sweat broke out on Zhao Jiahuai's back.
A person who was abandoned by his family and exiled by his own mother since he was a child has a cruel and cold heart. No matter how long he, Chen Songyang and others follow him, standing in his position and being obedient is the first thing.
There is no emotion at all.
The moment the exclusive elevator door on the top floor of the Beijing-Hong Kong Club closed, Ji Lan was nestled in Ji Mingzong's arms. Just as he was about to speak, a heart-rending scream and the sound of broken bones came from the corridor.
"You"
"He took care of it since his arm was useless," Ji Mingzong said in a calm tone, as if he was asking her what kind of coffee she drank in the morning.
Returning to Lanting Villa, the black Maybach had just turned into the first gate of the community and was about to enter the second gate when Yan Hui informed the old lady that she was at the door of the villa and threatened to see him.
Ji Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced sideways at Ji Mingzong, and remembered the old lady's words "working as a prostitute" in his mind.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he let out a cold sigh.
Ji Mingzong's eyes fell on her. Before he could ask, Ji Lan dropped the ice pack and turned over to sit on his lap. He stretched out his hand to press the car window and held his face down.
He changed his past reserve and became wild and domineering.
Like poppies blooming on the road to the underworld, it makes people feel as if they are alive and dead.
The car drove slowly to the door. Shu Wen stood beside the old lady and said that the third master is here.
She turned slightly and was about to step forward to stop the car. The first thing that caught her eye was the scene of them grinding in the back seat.
Their skin was touching, Ji Lan's long hair was hanging loose, and the hair was intertwined around Ji Mingzong's body like a spider web in a coiled hole.
Enchanting and ambiguous.
In the eyes of the old lady, this situation was comparable to a large-scale incest scene. Although she had the experience of being sent to the hospital because of anger, this time it was not much better.
The door of the villa closed, and the old lady suddenly came to her senses. She stood at the door of Lanting Villa and cursed angrily.
Words like bitch, prostitute, moral turpitude and so on came out
"Naughty." In the parking lot, Ji Mingzong pulled up her clothes on her shoulders, reached out and patted her lower back: "It made her so angry that I had to spend time burying her."
Ji Lan buried her head on his shoulder and rubbed her hair slowly. The man's fingertips gathered her hair together. No one could escape the static electricity in early winter. During the closing time, bursts of electric current sounded one after another, like her beating heart. The heart is being moved by every thread.
"Your mother, remember to choose a feng shui treasure place when you bury her."
"You have to spend money," Mr. Ji said with a smile, which made it clear that he didn't want to spend a penny for the old lady.
"I'm sponsoring it. It just so happened that the company recently filmed an advertisement about protecting the ocean and gave her a sponsorship spot." "Spread into the sea?" Mr. Ji asked?
He nodded in agreement and said, "I reluctantly accept it."
"I'm not happy," Ji Lan muttered, thinking about the last time the old lady scolded her and complained to Mr. Ji: "She scolded me, scolded me for being a prostitute."
The man's hand on her lower back paused for two seconds, losing its lazy and casual attitude.
A fierce flash of anger flashed through my heart, and I gently hugged the person closer to me, and said softly like coaxing a child: "I will avenge you."
On this day, the old lady didn't even enter the door. On her way back home and going down the mountain, she encountered a nail in the tire. The driver stood aside and called for help. He found that the call could not be dialed and there was no signal in the entire Lanting Villa.
The vehicles passing by along the road showed no intention of stopping. They only managed to contact someone at the guard box at the gate of the community.
The driver returned with people to pick up the old lady. As he approached, he saw Shu Wen and the old lady standing on the roadside like drowned rats after being sprinkled with water.
The old man's face was gloomy, and he was so angry that people dared not speak.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Beijing-Hong Kong Entertainment News received the photo, and the gossip news media broadcast the photo on the nine o'clock program.
And the title is eye-catching: "Old Mrs. Ji is suspected of fighting with others"
"Asshole!"
"What a bastard!"
"I shouldn't have kept him in the first place, I should have killed him before he was fully formed!" The old lady was so angry that her whole body trembled, and her fingertips pointed at the TV were trembling.
Unable to bear it, he picked up the teacup on the coffee table and threw it at the TV. Almost instantly, the screen was shattered into pieces, sparks and lightning tripping the circuits in the entire manor.
In an instant, the nurses in the old man's ward were in chaos. A series of problems caused by the ventilator and various instruments going out of action directly caused the old man's vital signs to plummet.
It was just a sigh of relief, but this move will undoubtedly lead to immediate extubation.
That night, the Ji family manor was in a state of panic.
When Ji Hongyi caught up in his pajamas, the doctor pulled him aside and begged in a humble tone: "Mr. Ji, please let me go. Hanging like this is tantamount to torture."
"Why bother while wasting manpower, material and financial resources while letting patients live in pain every day?"
Ji Hongyi stood at the door of the ward and glanced at the old man. He couldn't bear to go in, but the family interests were in front of him, and the old man could not die yet.
"The situation at home is special. Please think of another solution."
"This is not something that needs to be solved," the doctor said with a bad expression on his face, "Mr. Ji, this is beyond humanitarianism."
In the eyes of their Ji family, human life is probably worse than that of an animal.
Ji Hongyi stared at the doctor, as if he had an insight into everything, and took out a check and handed it to him: "You can think of another way."
In an instant, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly stopped, and the emotions on the doctor's face changed unpredictably.
Returning to the ward again, the nurse cursed in a low voice: "What's the use of this family's money? There is no humanity at all. The people lying on the bed are their relatives, fathers and husbands, but look at him now, he is like a piece of meat Being placed on a sticky board.”
"Okay." The doctor scolded: "We can't change people's minds if we use their money to eliminate disasters."
The nurse was blocked before she could finish her words.
When the news of the manor reached Ji Mingzong's ears, it was exactly half past eleven. He had not yet let go of Ji Lan. The first round of the game between the two had just ended, and the second round had not yet begun.
Ji Lan gasped and nestled in front of him. The man leaned on the bedside, holding the phone in one hand and pulling the quilt to cover her shoulders with the other.
Worried about her catching cold.