Chapter 137: Cohabitation by Force (82)

"Helian asked me to sit out."
In response to the old man's sentence, he didn't listen to his footsteps, and went out with the car keys directly, without time to change the slippers on his feet.
"Even if it's okay if it falls, I'll leave by myself, but there must be some traces under it."
When he arrived at Mingyue Hotel, Ji Chicheng got out of the car and strode into the revolving door. He saw several security guards standing together to discuss something. He walked over and reached out to grab one of them to ask about the situation.
Hearing their discussion, he twisted his brows, thought for half a second, turned around and went out again.
On the right side, a few security guards stood there, looking up at it, Ji Chicheng also glanced upward, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
...
Ji Anning bit her lip, sweating on her body, and the pain in her feet almost made her faint.
Can't move.
If this continues, is she going to die in pain here?
Do you want to fall directly? Forget it, anyway, I was so useless, Ji Anning thought, lowered his head and glanced down, thinking very willingly, but his eyes could not be controlled cautiously.
After taking a look, she immediately retracted her gaze and shook her head mockingly. She still didn't have the courage to die. It's really better to die than to live.
Having maintained this position, her entire lower body was numb, and she wanted to change her position.
"Ji Anning!"
Ji Anning was shocked!
This voice...
Is it her illusion? Is it going to die? That's why such an illusion...
"Ji Chicheng, I hate you to death."
Why are you in my heart over the years, you can’t wipe it off, just like a jar of good wine, the longer it gets, the better it gets.
No matter how bad or too bad he is... just can't forget, can't forget!
"Just like you, what do you use to hate me?"
This... Ji Anning's expression froze. She turned her head and stared blankly in the direction of the sound. The man was lying on the window sill with the light behind his back. His handsome face had more profound and three-dimensional features.
His hands stretched out towards her.
"Give me your hand."
Ji Chicheng stretched his hand forward again, suppressing his nervousness, and his voice was deep.
"An An, give me your hand..."
‘Hold on, don’t let go. ’
In the fire three years ago, when she was desperate and helpless, just like now, she also had one hand stretched out to her and brought her out of despair.
That time it was Jing Feng, but this time, it was Ji Chicheng who had always looked down upon her.
However, different people gave her exactly the same feeling. At the moment just now, there was such a familiar feeling in her heart, which made her excited.
Probably because it was hope, the people who appeared twice, whether they were the same person or not, gave her hope, hope of life, like a little light that suddenly appeared in the dark.
Ji Anning looked at Ji Chicheng, his eyebrows, the sweat on his forehead, and her eyes were a little obsessed.
"I know, you want to wait for the media to film you and take advantage of the fire."
Ji Chicheng suddenly retracted his hand, looking at Ji Anning with cold eyes.
In Ji Anning's eyes, it seemed that she was about to turn around and leave her alone. She was anxious, "Uncle, no, I don't want to get angry."
If she wants to get angry, she won't endure the pain and hide here until now.
She looked at Ji Chicheng nervously with her eyes shining, nervous and afraid.
Ji Chicheng glanced at her faintly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a petting smile was almost invisible.