Chapter 4: The Return of the Proud Son of Heaven (4)

Wrapped in a bath towel, went out of the bathroom in a muddle-headed manner? I don’t see the little dress she wore yesterday, only a light blue and goose-yellow puff sleeve dress by Chanel, hanging in the wardrobe Here is her size.
She had no thoughts, no time to think, she put on this skirt directly, but fortunately, the skirt was not exposed, and it perfectly covered those traces on her body.
Heading out of the room, she bowed her head and hurriedly left the hotel.
...
He made an appointment with Ji Jingfeng to meet at the intersection, and Ji Anning took a taxi and got off at the intersection.
The sea is sunny today, and the trees on both sides of the road are verdant.
The long breeze moved her skirt.
Behind her, there was the sound of a car slowly coming, she turned around leisurely, and the hem of her skirt twirled. The wind disturbed the hair on her forehead, shattered, and slapped her white face.
A black Maserati drove slowly past her.
With the car window open, the man sat quietly on the back seat. His white shirt made his handsome face more clean and bright.
A quick glance, shocking.
She even smelled the... familiar fragrance, noble and elegant...
Ji Anning looked at Maserati as she was drifting away, with a faint smile on her lips.
In the golden morning light, that smile was mixed.
The arrogant guy is back, the real Satan is back.
Three years, it doesn't seem to be that long.
She watched attentively, and a white Audi slowed down to her side, but she didn't notice it.
‘Di’
The people in the car honked their horns, and Ji Anning was startled. Only then did she recover and looked back at the car beside her.
The people in the car also poked their heads out at this time, and there was still a little childish handsome face with an apologetic smile, "An An, have you been waiting here for a long time."
Seeing Ji Jingfeng, Ji Anning dodged his guilty eyes, lowered his head subconsciously, and shook it gently, "No."
She was robbed of her innocence by a strange man last night.
How would she face Ji Jingfeng, her childhood sweetheart fiance and future husband.
People who have saved her with their lives...
Dare to face it, let alone face it.
"What did you look at? You looked so fascinated." Ji Jingfeng put his arm on the car window, tilted his neck, and looked at Ji Anning with a smile.
His gaze made Ji Anning afraid to raise her head and look at him. She shook her head slightly, "No..."
After returning to Ji Jingfeng, she couldn't help but glanced forward again. The black Maserati had turned and disappeared.
Then she stretched out her hand to open the door and got into Ji Jingfeng's car.
The car slowly drove into the luxurious courtyard. The villa stood in the center of the courtyard. A fountain that had not been opened for three years, at this moment, was sprayed with endless levels of water, like a goddess scattered flowers.