Chapter 532: Be jealous (3)

She lay down, covered with a blanket, closed her eyes and squinted quickly.
...
"Daddy."
In his sleep, Ji Chicheng faintly felt something moving on his face. He moved his eyelids, and his voice suddenly rang in her ears.
He opened his eyes and saw the little girl with messy hair. With his lazily bent lips, he put his arms around the little girl's body, picked her up, hugged her on the bed, and stuffed it into the quilt. Then he had long arms. Dotingly hold the little girl tightly.
Sniffing the scent of milk on her body is very beautiful.
"Mommy..." Suddenly they pursed their mouths in disappointment.
Ji Chicheng raised his head vigilantly, looking at them and asking: "What's the matter?"
"Mommy...find..."
The little girl said, blinking her eyes and her eyes were red.
Ji Chicheng twisted his brows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He let go, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, strode out of the room, barefoot.
The door to the opposite room was open, and he walked straight in. Ji Anning was not seen in the bed or bathroom.
His face was sullen, and he turned and ran to the top of the stairs and glanced at him. No one was seen in the living room.
He went downstairs with heavy feet and anger.
Auntie suddenly emerged from the dining room and reminded Ji Chicheng in a low voice: "Mr. Ji, Miss An Ning is sleeping, please keep your voice down."
Then she pointed her finger over the sofa.
Hearing this, Ji Chicheng's footsteps stopped, and he looked at the sofa again, and found that there was a person lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and curled up.
The anger in my heart extinguished immediately.
He raised one hand and held the handrail of the stairs, looking at Ji Anning who was sleeping on the sofa, his face melted for a while, and then returned to cold.
Hate and annoy, what are you doing? What are you nervous about?
"Mr. Ji, breakfast is ready."
Auntie's voice sounded again under the stairs.
Ji Chicheng's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned upstairs.
"Daddy."
One after another came out of the room, also barefoot, one leg of the pajama pants was rolled up, sloppy and sloppy.
Ji Chicheng quickened his pace and walked over and hugged her.
"Mummy!" Pouting one after another, they looked at Ji Chicheng with tears.
Ji Chicheng stretched out his hand, squeezed the little girl's face with a slight smile, "She is downstairs."
The little girl smiled immediately after hearing the words.
Ji Chicheng also smiled, but his eyes were still cold.
Back in the room, he took a shower and dressed neatly, he hugged him downstairs.
After going down a few steps, Ji Chicheng looked at the sofa. The person lying on the sofa was gone, so he looked away coldly.
When he came downstairs, he walked straight into the dining room.
"The temperature of the milk is just right, no need to heat it."
Entering the door, Ji Chicheng saw Ji Anning in pajamas, with long hair scattered, half of it pouring down to her chest as she bent over.
She was placing knives and forks while discussing the temperature of the milk with her aunt.
"Mummy!"
Seeing her one after another, they shouted happily.
Ji Anning raised her head, turned around, and saw their father and daughter, her unbridled happy smile on her face was slightly reduced.
Then she turned her gaze on one person after another, and smiled again, "Hum, come over for breakfast."
She didn't dare to look at Ji Chicheng's face again, she didn't dare to look at his cold black eyes.
She avoided deliberately.
The coldness on Ji Chicheng's face deepened a little more, he bent down and put them down, then looked at Ji Anning, and snorted coldly: "You better remember what I said to you when you came in."
After speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.