Chapter 1179: Uncle is a scheming **** (2)

Tilting his head, leaning on his arm, his eyes follow him, and look at the fountain.
The car slowly approached the fountain.
"Wow"
The fountain suddenly opened, and the water sprayed into the air, like a goddess.
Ji Chicheng's hand suddenly tightened, Ji Anning bends his lips, and lovingly drilled into his arms.
"Little Master is back."
After getting off the plane, Ji Anning called her home, and Sister Wu answered the phone. She told Sister Wu that they would be home by this time.
Her old man greeted him at the door early.
Seeing Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng getting off the car, she ran down the steps excitedly to meet them, "Little Master, Miss Niannian."
The old man walked up to Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng, first glanced at Ji Anning, and then fixed his eyes on Ji Anning's thin face.
There were tears in her muddy eyes, and the circles of her eyes suddenly became red.
"I have lost weight, I have lost a lot." The old man wept distressedly.
Ji Chicheng looked down at Sister Wu for a while, then turned to ask Ji Anning, "Who is this?"
amount!
Ji Anning didn't react for a while, and looked at Ji Chicheng puzzled.
Sister Wu was also taken aback by Ji Chicheng's question, "What's wrong with the young master?"
Her old man looked up and looked at Ji Chicheng nervously.
Ji Chicheng ignored her and continued to look at Ji Anning and asked, "Who is she?"
Ji Anning reacted now, and the corners of her mouth twitched silently. She pointed to Sister Wu and introduced to Ji Chicheng with a smile: "This is Sister Wu. You were taken by Sister Wu when you were a child."
This guy is so bad that he even pretends to have amnesia with Wu Sao.
Ji Chicheng nodded with a "Oh", then turned to look at Sister Wu, "Good Sister Wu."
Munar's question mark, like a child of a few years old.
Sister Wu cried all of a sudden, "Our young master is so pitiful, we don't remember anything. If the master knew Quanxia, ​​it would be so distressed."
Ji Chicheng frowned...
This old man would cry as he cried, and talk about those impossible things.
Seeing Mrs. Wu crying, the more sad he became. He frowned impatiently, "I don't remember, but I'm not dead yet."
Sister Wu hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, there will be a blessing for the young master to survive a catastrophe."
She wiped her tears, then choked to them and said: "Miss Anning, you are tired along the way, come in, I'll pour you a glass of water."
When her old man turned around, Ji Anning gave Ji Chicheng a fierce look.
Well, trying to make her old man cry is really abnormal, she wants to see what his purpose is for continuing to pretend to have amnesia.
Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng walked into the gate holding hands, and Sister Wu had already taken slippers for them.
They put it on and walked in.
Sitting on the sofa are two women in pajamas applying facial masks.
Lin Yanqin and Ji Xiangting are mother and daughter.
As soon as he saw them, Ji Anning was ready for battle.
"My uncle is back."
Ji Xiangting looked sideways, glanced at Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng, and greeted them insincerely.
Ji Chicheng ignored Ji Xiangting, but turned to ask Ji Anning, "Who are they?"
Knowing his routine of pretending to be amnesia, Ji Anning tried his best to cooperate with him, took his hand, and led him to Lin Yanqin and Ji Xiangting.
Pointing to Lin Yanqin first, he introduced him: "Uncle, this is my elder mother."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng immediately nodded politely to Lin Yanqin, "Hello, auntie."
Ji Anning: "..."
"Ji Chicheng, what's wrong with you?"