Chapter 75: Cohabitation by Force (20)

'hiss'
When she went down one step, her hand pressed a small glass slag, and she trembled slightly with pain.
Then she spread out the palm of that hand, glass was embedded in her flesh, and bright red blood oozes out quickly.
She threw away the rag.
Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps behind her, and she turned to look down.
The man held a glass full of water in his beautiful hand, his handsome face showed no expression at all.
The eyes are noble and indifferent.
He approached step by step, passing by Ji Anning's side.
The heavy footsteps seemed to be on Ji Anning's heart, and her heart sank uncontrollably.
'Snapped'
When the man walked to the fourth step above her, his fingers loosened slightly, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground and broke.
A full glass of water flowed from above, and a few drops of water splashed on Ji Anning's face.
She stared blankly at the man who continued to walk up without turning her head, her heart sank to the bottom when the cup in his hand fell to the ground.
The water flowed under her knees, and she felt the coolness before she slowly retracted her gaze.
Looking down at the puddle of water beside her knees, her reflection, she curled her lips, smiling brighter than the sun, stinging her eyes.
...
"Grandpa, thank you."
"This is not allowed next time."
"I know."
Ji Chicheng gently opened the door of the old man's room, and the voice of Ji Xiangting and the old man came out from the room.
He paused briefly.
But Ji Zhengdao was keenly aware that someone was coming, looked at the door, and saw Ji Chicheng, his old face immediately smiled kindly.
"City."
He put down the book in his hand, got up and greeted him with a smile.
"Dad." Ji Chicheng nodded slightly to the old man, then looked at Ji Xiangting behind him.
A touch of coldness flashed across his deep eyes quickly.
Ji Xiangting looked at him with a slight smile, "Uncle."
For this arrogant uncle, she always wanted to flatter her.
After all, in this family, the only one who can compete with Ji Jingfeng is him.
Ji Chicheng did not respond to Ji Xiangting, but looked away from her face indifferently.
Upon seeing this, the old man glanced backwards and said to Ji Xiangting: "Tingting, you should go out first."
"Ok."
Ji Xiangting responded, and then left. When passing by Ji Chicheng, she gritted her teeth and twisted her eyebrows bitterly.
Every time, she used her hot face against his cold ass.
When Ji Xiangting went out and closed the door, Ji Zhengdao took Ji Chicheng’s arm and walked to the sofa. He smiled and asked him as he walked, "I just took office, are you used to it in school?"
Ji Chicheng nodded and gave a faint "um".
"Hungry? I'll make a bowl of noodles for you."
Ji Zhengdao suddenly stopped and looked at Ji Chicheng and asked.
He often cooks for Ji Chicheng himself, and this kind of treatment was only given to Ji Chicheng.
"You are not hungry, go to bed early, and I will go back to the room to take a shower."
When he walked to the sofa, Ji Chicheng did not sit down, greeted Ji Zhengdao and left.
The old man didn't keep him, sent him to the door of the room, and greeted him like a child: "Go to bed early. The milk is in the incubator. Remember to drink it."
"Ok."
Ji Chicheng nodded, and walked towards his room.
When the old man closed the door, his stepping foot paused, then fell.