Chapter 470: Kiss, one million (five)

Ji Chicheng then spoke again. After speaking, he raised his eyes slightly, and the waiter who was standing a few meters away immediately understood and came over with three bottles.
His unhurried tone was full of irony, like his hand slammed Ji Anning's heart.
She almost suffocated because of the pain at that moment. The blush on her face couldn't stop her pale complexion at this moment. She looked at the man opposite with a pair of watery eyes.
His deep eyes looked at her unblinkingly, and a cold, ironic smile flashed slightly.
Ji Anning's breath trembled slightly, she tried her best to hold it, she was almost unable to restrain it, she quickly moved her gaze away from Ji Chicheng's face, and looked down at the three bottles of wine the waiter had just delivered.
After a glance, it was all spirits.
Let alone three bottles of such spirits, she would be drunk and unconscious after three glasses.
Not to mention she can't drink now.
Ji Anning could feel that the man on the opposite side was still staring at her. She adjusted for a while, then looked over, curled her lips and smiled enchantingly, "Excuse me, Mr. Ji, I'm going out to eat, not drinking."
"Drinking alcohol..." Ji Chicheng seemed to hear a big joke, and repeated the words Ji Anning had just said with a sneer, one hand on the table, slender fingers, like playing the piano, carelessly He tapped on the table, his eyes full of irony, without letting go of Ji Anning for a moment, staring firmly at her delicate little face.
Ji Anning's gaze had nowhere to escape, nowhere to flash, he could only look at him.
She didn't speak, and waited silently for Ji Chicheng to continue speaking. Every one, every second was suffering.
"I didn't expect Miss Ji to be such a reserved person..." Ji Chicheng stretched out his voice, and suddenly turned again, "But when you come out to entertain, who are you reserved for?"
Every sentence and every word attacked Ji Anning's self-esteem.
Ji Anning smiled, "It has nothing to do with being reserved or not. I have socializing almost every day, sometimes even several times a day, but I don't know how to drink. When it comes to Mr. Ji, it is no exception."
It is no exception to Mr. Ji... These words also classify Ji Chicheng into the people she usually socializes with. The understanding is simple and clear, but in her heart, he is no different from those people. It's all one weight.
A cold light flashed across Ji Chicheng's eyes, and the sneer on his face was also gathered, "Three bottles of wine, don't leave a drop, you can sign the contract immediately after drinking."
As he said, he stretched out his hand and pushed the opened spirits to Ji Anning.
Ji Anning pumped her hands on the table, and subconsciously lifted her hands on her slightly raised abdomen. Her eyes couldn't help but sore. She hurriedly lowered her eyes and made adjustments.
Then she smiled slightly and looked at Ji Chicheng and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ji, for showing me your love. I think my current reputation is a bit unworthy of the beautiful city, so Mr. Ji should ask me to be smart."
She couldn't wait for a second. After speaking, she picked up her small handbag and squeezed in front of Wang Zhuoling who was sitting outside.
Wang Zhuoling was anxious, looked at Ji Anning's back and shouted, "Anning..."
Ji Anning did not look back, did not respond, and stepped out of everyone's sight decisively.
She walked to the elevator entrance and reached out and pushed down the elevator.
Wang Zhuoling chased it out, and she blamed her, "Anning, what's the matter with you?"