Chapter 399: Good Fortune Makes People Like This (8)

I didn't sleep much on the plane. Ji Anning was a little sleepy at the moment. Her head was on the window of the car. She woke up after squinting for how long the car stopped.
"Reached?"
She raised her head and looked out of the car window with sleepy eyes, "Where is this?"
"You want to fry." Ji Chicheng answered Ji Anning as he unfastened his seat belt.
Pan Fried Dumpling? Ji Anning glanced out the window again, his eyes lit up, "Elite Fried!"
She looked at Ji Chicheng with gleaming eyes, "Uncle, how did you know that I like to eat their fried food?"
Ji Chicheng rolled her eyes, "I just passed by."
Turning his head arrogantly, pushing the door to get out of the car.
"You are duplicity, you know that I like it, and you came here specially." Ji Anning also quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.
The mobile dining car, with a big slogan on the top: Elite brand pan-fried, you will be the elite if you eat it.
'puff'
Ji Anning laughed again when she saw the ad slogan ‘pouch’.
"What?" Ji Chicheng looked at her suspiciously.
Ji Anning smiled and said, "I thought of Qi Helian and his head teacher."
"It seems that you have been getting along well these two days." Ji Chicheng frowned, jealous.
Ji Anning quickly changed the subject, "Hurry up and eat, I want to eat two."
She dragged him, and smelled the scent of pan-frying from afar, and she greeted the aunt who was busy collecting the table: "Here are two...three pan-frying."
Then she glanced at a few simple dining tables, found the nearest one, and asked Laji Chicheng to sit there, "Uncle, sit down."
"Take it home to eat, or eat on the way."
Ji Chicheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, straightened his body, aloof and refused to bend over.
Ji Anning looked at the elite students sitting at the other two tables, and felt that in such a public place, they shouldn't stay for a long time, so Ji Chicheng did not reluctantly.
This pan-fried bun is famous for the soup inside. Be careful when you eat it, or it will be scalded or the soup will be spilled on your clothes.
So Ji Anning didn't dare to eat in the car, so she could not wait to open her bag until she was home.
She sat cross-legged in front of the French windows, while enjoying the night view of the sea market, while eating pan-fried fried from the roadside stall.
Go up tall while being grounded.
"Drink the milk after eating." Ji Chicheng brought a cup of milk and put it next to Ji Anning.
Greeting her, he turned around to leave.
Ji Anning suddenly called him, "Uncle."
She picked up a bun and held it up, "You eat one too."
"Don't eat." Ji Chicheng glanced at the fried golden buns with disdain.
Ji Anning reached out and grabbed his trouser legs, "It's delicious, you can taste it."
She raised her face and pouted at him coquettishly.
Ji Chicheng frowned, "Let go."
He also grabbed the top of that trouser leg and pulled it vigorously.
Ji Anning started to play, holding on to it, "Don't let it go, you have a bite."
"Then I prefer to taste like this."
Ji Chicheng's lips curled coldly, suddenly bent over, kissed Ji Anning's little greasy mouth, and then pushed her down.
He didn't give Ji Anning any room for resistance at all. The kiss became stronger, his hand touched her waist, he leaned in, and touched a part of her, and he pinched it hard.
"what……"
Ji Anning frowned, but it was painful.
"Heh, I finally called." Ji Chicheng was full of accomplishment, he smiled evilly, repeating the action just now badly.
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