You've always loved me

Chapter 648 Framed (Part [-])

This time, Ji Chicheng came down from the stairs on the 31st floor. Ji Anning watched his tall figure come down, and his lips pursed even higher.

"Ji Anning stood up by himself."

Ji Chicheng walked behind Ji Anning, looked down at her with downcast eyes, and spoke in an orderly tone.

Ji Anning turned her face away coquettishly, not looking at him, "I won't get up."

"Really not getting up?" Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows, and there was a danger signal in his voice.

"I can't get up."

Ji Anning raised her chin without fear, and put her hands on her knees.

In anyone's place, she has to pretend to be strong, strong, cold-blooded and ruthless, she doesn't care about anything, nothing is important.

She was tired, really tired, just wanted to act like a baby, with her uncle whom she loved very much.

I want to feel his gentle pampering and helplessness towards her.

"I really can't get up, right?"

Ji Chicheng said with a sneer, and the next second his tall body suddenly squatted down, grabbed Ji Anning's shoulders with both hands, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her upturned lips with his head down.

"Don't get up yet?"

She moved back a little, and distanced herself a little from Ji Chicheng.

"Uncle, let's go upstairs, I'm so tired."

Ji Anning lowered her head and said in a low voice, she bit her lip after speaking.

Ji Chicheng stared at him with deep eyes.

After a while, he turned around and sat on a step below Ji Anning, with his back to Ji Anning, without saying a word.

Ji Anning thought he was angry, so she reached out and patted his shoulder nervously, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"I'll carry you on my back, I'll ask you a question on the first floor, and answer it truthfully."

Ji Chicheng said, without waiting for Ji Anning's reply, he directly grabbed Ji Anning's arms with his backhand, wrapped them around his neck, and stood up while leaning on the handrail of the stairs.

Ji Anning was surprised, "Uncle, there are still thirteen floors to your house."

Ji Chicheng nodded, "Yes, so thirteen questions."

Ji Anning pursed her lips, feeling apprehensive and expectant in her heart, the same mood as the first time they played a betting game, apprehensive about what questions he would ask him, and anticipating what questions he would ask her.

While thinking about it, Ji Chicheng had already climbed one floor, and when he reached the bottom of the stairs leading to the 32nd floor, he stopped, turned his face slightly, squinted at Ji Anning and asked, "Ji Anning, who do you love the most?"

Ji Anning replied without hesitation: "Uncle and one after another."

Regarding her answer, Ji Chicheng behaved very flatly, unable to tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

He continued to climb up, another floor, he stopped, "Ji Anning, who do you hate the most?"

"Uncle."

For this answer, Ji Anning did not hesitate.

(End of this chapter)