So You Have Loved Me Too

Ji Anning stood in the heavy snow, and the snowflakes fell on her head, which would not melt immediately, and solidified on the hair on her forehead.

The whirring north wind swept over her, every time it bitterly cold.

She told herself that if she was so cold and numb, there would be no pain.

The black Audi drove towards her slowly, but the man in the car saw her in the cold wind, and he was already heartbroken.

When the car stopped, he ignored the flameout, pushed the door and got out, "Ji Anning, are you stupid?"

With a distressed reproach, he rushed to Ji Anning, stretched out his hand to beat the snow off her head, and then held her cold little face with both hands.

The palm is soft, warm, and has a nice fragrance of hand cream.

Ji Anning's nose was sour, she slowly raised her head and looked at the man in front of him, his eyebrows, his eyes, his breath dissipating between them.

She thumped her hands around her legs and clenched her fists tightly. She thought... When his mother left him, she must be the same as she is now.

His bright and sincere eyes gave her infinite love and tenderness.

Ji Anning didn't dare to look again, she quickly lowered her eyes, "Break up."

The three characters sounded so calm, and there was not even the slightest ups and downs in the tone.

After speaking, she raised her head and looked at Ji Chicheng coldly.

"Ji Anning, this is the second time." Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth and took Ji Anning's face and kissed her lips.

The rustling cold wind rolled in the air, and flakes of snow flew above their heads, making this punitive kiss unique.

Ji Anning held back her tears, pretending to be dull, and did not give the man any response.

The last time, this is the last time, enjoy his kiss.

"Don't have a third time."

When the kiss was over, Ji Chicheng pressed his forehead against Ji Anning's and looked at her panting.

Warn her.

However, Ji Anning didn't even lift his eyelids, cold, like the ice beauty in this snowy day, without any expression.

When Ji Chicheng noticed that there was something wrong with her, he frowned, "Is it because of the news?"

Ji Anning finally had an interesting reaction, she slowly raised her eyelids, and looked at him with a warm look.

"It was obviously arranged by them, why are you so stupid." Ji Chicheng pretended to blame, and took Ji Anning into his arms, and stroked the back of her head with a big palm.

He hugged tightly.

"Yes." Ji Anning sneered, "I am stupid to be fooled by your sugar-coated cannonballs, and I am stupid to almost lose the position of J.C's future boss."

She said that she put her hands against Ji Chicheng's chest, pushed him away, and shouted at him: "So I don't want to be stupid, let's break up."

She backed her feet several steps.

Looking at his handsome face, flying snowflakes fell on his thick eyelashes, his slightly raised eyebrows, bright black eyes, his suit, his white shirt...

Ji Anning, he is your uncle, and you are uncles and nephews who are related by blood.

It took you so long to accept this fact.

So you can't be greedy, can't read!

Ji Anning continued to retreat, pushing two or three meters away.

Ji Chicheng was still standing on the spot, with a pair of warm hands on his legs, flushed by the cold wind, he looked at Ji Anning.