You've always loved me

Chapter 41 Into His Apartment ([-])

When she went out, she looked around, found the bathroom, ran over in a hurry, opened the door to go in, and locked it behind her back.

The bathroom in the living room is large, with the same decoration style as the outside, simple and generous.

Ji Anning turned around and leaned against the sink, holding the hand holding her skirt, pressing it against her chest, and let out a long breath.

It's really disappointing, every time I get alone with this guy, I feel very stressed.

Knowing that he hates her for being cowardly, Ji Anning, can't you be more confident?
He doesn't eat people either!

After calming down her heartbeat, Ji Anning turned around and faced the mirror, only then did she realize how bad her image is now.

Ji Anning's heart 'thumped' and became tense.

Did uncle see it just now?
'Ah Choo'

Ji Anning froze nervously, and suddenly sneezed. After realizing it, she sneezed several times in a row.

Forget it, don't think about it, now she should be more thankful that she didn't go back directly just now, and didn't let her mother, grandpa, and those from the aunt's house see her like this.

Otherwise, it's screwed.

The water in the fountain was dirty, Ji Anning simply took a shower, put on the red dress, walked to the mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The red color makes her skin fairer, and the size seems to be tailor-made.

She herself felt that her whole body suddenly became radiant and radiant, a new look.

The corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily, and she pinched a little bit of the skirt with her hands, smiling smartly and gently, forgetting herself.

But after a while, she remembered her current situation, quickly packed her dirty clothes, and carried her out of the bathroom.

Opening the door, she saw Ji Chicheng walking towards the sofa with a bowl in his hand.

"Uncle, I'm fine." Ji Anning walked towards Ji Chi City with her dirty clothes in her hands.

His eyes, tone of voice, and footsteps were a little timid.

She didn't dare to look directly at Ji Chicheng's face, she lowered her head slightly, her half-wet and half-dry long hair poured down from one side, casually scattered on her chest, unexpectedly it was indescribably lazy and sexy.

Ji Chicheng's eyes glowed with a wolf's light, and the momentary possessiveness almost made his previous efforts come to naught.

Seeing Ji Chicheng's silence for a long time, Ji Anning looked up at him.

Only then did Ji Chicheng calmly look away from her, pointed to the bowl he had just put on the tea table, and said to Ji Anning: "Drink this."

The thing in that bowl is for her?
Ji Anning was surprised for a moment, and looked at the bowl, the dark soup in it looked very unappetizing, she frowned instinctively, "What is this?"

"Isatidis." Ji Chicheng replied, then looked at Ji Aning and said, "The old man is asleep, don't sneeze when you go back."

It turned out that she was afraid that she would catch a cold and wake up grandpa by sneezing when she came home.

Their father and son really cherish each other. Grandpa dotes on him so much, and he is also very filial to grandpa.

This father-son relationship is really touching.

Ji Anning curled her lips and didn't say anything else. She approached the tea table, bent slightly, stretched out her hands to pick up the bowl, put it to her mouth, drank a little to test the temperature, and it was almost right. She closed her eyes and looked up. drink up.

(End of this chapter)