Chapter 859: He Jichen, let's have a baby (9)

Mom is gone, Dad never comes home, she has been alone since she was very young.
Others say that home is the warmest port, but she never seems to have been home.
Later, she met him, she thought he would give her a home, but did not expect that she thought too much in the end.
Later, she had Han Han, she finally tasted the taste of home, but how long did it take, Han Han also left her.
She is alone again...
Cheng Weiwei cried for a long time before stopping.
She stood up unsteadily, looking at a street lamp not far from her eyes, suddenly suddenly at a loss in her next life, not knowing how to go.
She walked two steps forward unconsciously, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, opened the address book, stared at "Dad" for a long time, and dialed a call to go out.
The phone rang several times before being answered, "Hello?"
This is the voice of her biological father Cheng Weiguo, she clearly recognized his voice, but she felt very strange.
She seemed to haven’t talked to him for more than half a year, right?
Cheng Weiwan was in a trance for a while before speaking, shouting: "Dad."
"Oh, it's not too late?" For more than half a year, the father and daughter didn't talk over the phone, but Cheng Weiguo's tone was not surprising at all, even plainly like he was perfunctory. Voice: "Is there anything wrong with calling me? Is it short of money? I will ask Assistant Zhang to call you the money tomorrow. I'm busy here. If you have nothing, I'll hang up..."
"Dad..." Cheng Weisheng was afraid of Cheng Weiguo hanging up the phone, and instinctively reopened.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Weiguo's voice was obviously impatient.
Across the phone, Cheng Weiwan heard Cheng Weiguo sing and drink from him... It turned out that what he called busy was busy playing... Cheng Weiwan wanted to say, "Dad, I’ve been very late "Okay," suddenly he froze on his lips.
Cheng Weiguo hung up the phone without waiting for her.
Cheng Weiwan listened to the busy tone for a while before taking the phone off her ear. She turned her head, looked at the villa behind her, looked down, looked at the phone in her hand. After a long time, she thought in her heart: they really Don’t want her...
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Ji Yi, who had cancelled several notices, became very free. He Jichen did not go abroad, but he did not intend to return to Sucheng to take over the He’s business in a short time. He was also idle, so in the next few days, the two men went to the toilet Time, almost all stick together.
Because of too much free time, Ji Yi threw away the game after a while and picked it up again to play.
He Jichen hadn't played much before, but now he doesn't play much. The vast majority of them are sitting next to watching Ji Yiping. Occasionally, when her game loses quickly, she takes her mobile phone to help her turn against the trend.
In a few days, Ji Yi, who had never been a "king", unknowingly hit the last minute and only needed one star to get the first king's mark in two years of playing this game.
Who knows, in the last game, Ji Yi repeatedly beat again and again several times, without success. With her patience exhausted, she had to find He Jichen, who was sitting beside him, cutting fruit, to help.
He Jichen didn't refuse Ji Yi, but he had an additional condition: "It's not impossible to help you get the king, but you answer me a question first."
"what is the problem?"
He Jichen didn't rush to answer Ji Yi. After cutting the fruit gracefully, he put down the knife, took a fork, inserted an apple, and handed it to Ji Yi's mouth: "Put your question on the bed last night, I'll tell you the answer I."
In bed last night, I asked questions... Ji Yi bit the apple away, chewing, thinking.
After about ten seconds, her chewing motion stopped suddenly.
Last night, He Jichen pressed on her and asked her, which of her postures do she like best?
She was shy, she couldn’t remember it, and then he bit her clavicle, and came slowly, it’s okay, don’t remember, then revisit it, and then really put all the postures he and she used in the past few days. Revisited...