Chapter 500: One after another, my daughter (16)

Ji Chicheng ignored him, and walked straight to the stairs.
Upon seeing this, the butler leaned over to Char and waited for him to give his order. Char raised a hand in a hurry and swung it gently.
Motioned him to withdraw.
Then he reached for a cup of tea, and the corner of his mouth hooked with interest, "Young man."
...
There are three floors in total. Ji Chicheng looked down from the third floor, room by room.
The rooms on the third floor are basically empty.
On the second floor, he started from the westernmost room and opened the door of the first room, a huge room with various fitness equipment.
There is only one display.
Ji Chicheng just glanced, and then opened the door of the second room.
The room is very large, with the balcony facing south, the room smells old and clean, it should be the master bedroom.
Is this...their room?
Ji Chicheng's heart twitched fiercely, trying to close the door immediately, but he couldn't help but walked inside, walked through the bathroom, and saw the entire bedroom.
Bookcases, wardrobes, desks, there is also a pair of glasses and an open book on the desk.
This is the master bedroom, but it doesn't have a bit of femininity. When passing the bathroom just now, he glanced at it, a toothbrush, and simple male skin care products.
Without the cumbersome bottles and jars of women, in his heart, he was comforted by self-deception.
His eyes circled all the way, sweeping across the neatly laid big bed, and falling on the bedside table.
His face suddenly changed, and his pupils suddenly widened.
‘Chengcheng, mother will take you wherever she goes, Chengcheng is mother’s treasure. ’
‘I don’t want to take you, you are with your father, he can give you the best terms. ’
‘Don’t go, don’t leave me...’
The memory came suddenly like a scourge, turned around and ran out of the room in one breath, and ran downstairs.
The hurried steps went straight to the gate.
Passing in front of Char, Char stood up, frowned and looked at him: "Little handsome guy."
Ji Chicheng ignored Char, and hurriedly walked out of the door, walked to the side of the car, opened the door, and got in the car.
‘Don’t go, don’t leave me...’
‘Save me, save me, don’t let go...’
The window was open, and the cool wind was pouring into the car. Ji Chicheng held the steering wheel in one hand and placed the other on the window, holding his loose fist and supporting his chin, pushing the knuckle of the index finger into his mouth hard. Biting.
The eyes are red and red.
The low-key luxury car unscrupulously accelerates and vents emotions on the wide avenue of L city.
After a burst of madness, he stopped and found that his heart was more empty, panicked, and helpless.
Ji Chicheng lay his hands on the steering wheel, his head on the back of the book, his painful and hateful emotions could not be suppressed.
Suddenly, the mobile phone placed in the passenger seat rang, and he raised his head and glanced at the front of the road.
He covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, adjusted it, then picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID, and put the answer to his ear.
"Boss, I found Miss An Ning's earliest flight today, going to City N. That flight will arrive at five or six o'clock in the evening."
After listening to the beige report, Ji Chicheng coldly ordered: "Let the people in City N wait at the airport."
"Got it." Beige replied, and then said: "I have already bought your ticket. At one and a half, you are leaving now."