Chapter 175: Isn’t he trying to drag you away from marriage?
Early next morning.
On November 11, Beijing and Hong Kong were filled with a festive atmosphere.
A single love song on the streets has made many people feel sad, and there are many people who miss their ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend.
Xu Ying pulled her out to join in the fun. The two of them stood on the street wrapped in coats and observed the people walking around. When the cup of hot milk tea in their hands gradually turned cold, Xu Ying asked in his soul: "You said, standing here listening to single love songs Are there any married people? ”
Ji Lan took a sip of milk tea. In 10 years, major milk tea brands have not yet poured in, but Beijing and Hong Kong, the four-nine cities, have always been at the forefront of the world.
Hong Kong-style silk stocking milk tea has become popular this year. It came from the other side of the country and became popular in Beijing and Hong Kong. Almost everyone has a cup.
Thick and sweet, many people can’t put it down,
Ji Lan was the only one who didn't like this sip. After more than half an hour of a cup of milk tea, only three-quarters of it was left.
She held the cup and responded to Xu Ying: "Do you still need to ask?"
"When you are with Director Ji, will you miss Yanzhuang?"
"Is this appropriate for you to ask?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows slightly: "In terms of wealth, appearance, figure, bearing, and financial resources, how can Yanzhuang compare with Mr. Ji?"
Ji Lan said this phrase "Mr. Ji" lightly.
A sentence about Mr. Ji is not worth mentioning.
The only thing that surprised people was the compliments.
Ji Mingzong's wealth, appearance, figure, bearing, and financial resources are all advantages that Ji Lanshi truly recognizes.
"Song Xiaolan!" Xu Ying looked at her and shook his head with a smile on his face: "You have fallen."
Ji Lan thought, fell? More than that?
The entanglement for half a year is no longer a matter of fall.
"The Yan family is not so lucky." Xu Ying does not dislike Yanzhuang. On the contrary, in an equal circle, compared to the group of second-generation ancestors, she feels that Yanzhuang is a better marriage partner.
Calm, hard-working, and down-to-earth, he just faces the burden of his family. At his age, he cannot break free.
He had no choice but to accept the family's arrangements when he was still young.
Marrying Ji Rourou is the best choice from the family's point of view, but it may not be his own.
Among the children of aristocratic families, few have the right to make their own choices as long as they inherit the family business in the future.
You will accept your fate when you are born.
"Say, if Mrs. Yan knows that Ji Rourou has been making love all this time," Xu Ying's words suddenly stopped and her eyes fell on the shopping mall gate behind Ji Lan.
Ji Lan turned around slightly and saw Yanzhuang standing at the door looking at them.
Look at this scene, I have been waiting for it for a long time.
"Master Yan, what a coincidence!" Xu Ying greeted someone generously when he saw someone approaching.
Yanzhuang nodded slightly: "Qiao, are you here?"
"Bask in the moon," Xu Ying continued: "By the way, improve the culture of human physiognomy."
"What do you mean?"
Xu Ying pulled her lips apart and smiled awkwardly: "Guess which ones are scumbag men and which ones are scumbag girls."
Banquet Village:.
"Isn't it cold?" It's the end of autumn in Beijing and Hong Kong in November. Maybe one day there will be strong winds and heavy rain, and winter will begin.
"We are enthusiastic," Xu Ying chatted with others, and did not shy away from gossiping: "Is your marriage to Ji Rourou ahead of schedule?"
Yanzhuang's back stiffened, and the relaxation that Xu Ying had just pulled away with his smooth talk disappeared instantly. His eyes glanced past Ji Lan who was sitting on the stone bench, and he said "En".
"You didn't even give me an invitation!"
"I'm afraid you won't be happy to come."
"As long as Mrs. Yan is happy, I don't have anything to do with it."
Yanzhuang: "I will deliver it myself another day."
"Then I'll be waiting."
The three of them chatted about each other, just like before Ji Rourou came back, the Ji family had a strict family tradition, Ji Lan was an adopted daughter, and Deng Yi didn't have a good look towards her, and was so critical of her words and deeds that others couldn't bear it. the point.
Whenever he wanted to ask Ji Lan out to play in the evening, he would always take Xu Ying with him and let her stand in the middle to cover him. He originally thought that this kind of time would not last long. After all, Ji Lan's birthday party was coming soon, and their engagement was just around the corner. . But I never expected
Ji Rourou shot out of the sky.
That engagement banquet was comparable to the worst storm in his life, and it was so chaotic that he has yet to recover.
The single's love song in front of the mall was sung over and over again.
The cold wind blew by, taking away the few remaining leaves on the tree, grazing Yanzhuang's face and falling on Ji Lan's coat.
Subconsciously, Yanzhuang leaned over and reached out to pick off the withered yellow leaf.
Just for a moment, when he raised his eyes, the unbearable love in his eyes swept over her like a violent storm, wanting to pull her off the altar to sink with him.
The banquet wedding is scheduled for December 12th, which is only one month away from today.
And Yanzhuang is making its final struggle at this critical moment.
He looked at Ji Lan, his brows almost trembling.
"Lanlan, us"
"Yanzhuang!" Ji Lan interrupted him. There were some words that he could only think about but not say.
As I said, there is no need to even meet.
"I lie down here and stand up here. The only thing I can prove myself is also in this city. I hate certain things, but I have to use certain things to become myself, to find my own name, to have my own Life.”
"I don't want to have to suffer that kind of pain again."
"Sorry!" Yanzhuang ran away that day.
It wasn't until the figure disappeared that Xu Ying came back to her senses: "Damn it, he didn't want to drag you to escape from the marriage, did he?"
"I don't know," Ji Lan looked gloomy and threw the cup in his hand into the trash can: "Let's go!"
"Let them keep an eye on the news and remember to take it down as soon as there is news."
As someone who works in the media industry, she still has this sense. Xu Ying looked around: "Has it been photographed?"
"Yeah!"
"Just shoot, the company needs to build momentum to increase its popularity. The boss's popularity is also popular, and black and red are also red."
Ji Lan did not deny Xu Ying's statement.
But she forgot that not only did she have a company, she also had the giant Buddha Ji Mingzong pressing down behind her.
In an antique courtyard somewhere in Ancheng, Ji Mingzong and Meng Qinghe were drinking and drinking with others, while Chen Songyang took Zhang Ying's place and was engaged in service work.
Speaking of which, Director Ji is also kind-hearted.
After learning that Zhang Ying and his wife were preparing for pregnancy, the wine bureau never let him serve at the table.
Yan Hui learned about this and urged him to hurry up. The next sentence was: "Don't let everyone in the company know that you are not good."
Zhang Ying was under great pressure.
Nothing to do with work.
In fact, Director Ji's special care was like a sharp knife hanging over his head. Every time he saw the shopping mall boss whom he hadn't seen for half a month, he would always ask if he was pregnant.
They all wanted to move their eyes to his belly.
Thanks to Director Ji's care, everyone in the company knew that Special Assistant Zhang and his wife were preparing for pregnancy.
Occasionally, after lunch, there would be a breeze on the rooftop, and colleagues would disperse their cigarettes, which would end abruptly at his place.
If you have any, don’t give it.
The question is not to hinder their old Zhang family's family business.
Every time he was annoyed by being asked, he wished he could write a report and send a group of company emails to let them know the process and stop asking any more questions.
I won’t drink or smoke, but things still have to be done.
For example, this day, he was sitting in the courtyard blowing the wind and received a message from Qin Chang.
When I clicked it and took a look, the phrase "good guy" almost came out of my mouth.