Chapter 307: Knock at the door in the middle of the night (25)

Ji Chicheng's hand shook, and the water poured from the spout spilled onto the table. He reacted and turned to look at the old man, his eyes were so cold that he was puzzled. .
"What are you doing looking at me like this?"
The old man frowned, concealing his guilty conscience in his incomprehension, and asked, not so emboldened.
After asking him, he immediately looked away from Ji Chicheng's face, stretched out his hand to pick up the tea that Ji Chicheng had just filled him, took a sip, and then bowed his head slightly.
"So you still have to force them together?" Ji Chicheng asked, raising his eyebrows coldly.
The old man nodded with an'um', and then said: "Leave aside the fortune-telling, but with peaceful intelligence, she will definitely be a right-hand man in the future. Our Ji family has raised her for more than ten years, so we can't help others. ."
These words made Ji Chicheng even more angry, his dark eyes were already shining with fire.
Fists clenched with both hands.
After a while, he suppressed the raging flame in his heart, and smiled meaningfully: "Of course not."
Is raised for him.
The old man thought that Ji Chicheng was in agreement with his point of view, and he was overjoyed, "You think so, too."
As he said, he frowned and sighed, "Hey, Jing Feng has only left the house for a few days now. Someone knows. If I didn't press it tightly, I guess the news would have been flying by now."
Ji Chicheng was silent.
The old man sighed for a while, then looked at him and said: "He comes back this time, you talk to him, enlighten him, tell him not to be fascinated by that fox."
"No time."
Ji Chicheng replied the old man coldly, got up and left without saying hello.
The old man looked at his heavy back and shouted: "Oh...Chicheng, you..."
Ji Chicheng's footsteps were firm, and he didn't mean to stop at all. He gave up, retracted his eyes and sighed, "Hey, I only promised to care about the younger generation for dinner."
...
Ji Anning came out of the bathroom after taking a bath, wrapped in bath towels and draped in long, semi-dry hair.
Holding a dry towel in his hand, tilting his neck, wiping the ends of hair as he walks.
"Ji Anning, why are there pictures of me in high school in your computer?"
Suddenly, the familiar man's voice came into her ears.
She was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. Ji Chicheng sat at her writing desk, staring at her computer screen, and holding a mouse in a nice hand.
"When did you come in?" Ji Anning froze for a while, reacted, and rushed to the man's side in a thunderous manner, stopped her petite body in front of him, and stretched out his hand to close the computer quickly.
Her whole body was pressed on the computer again, fearing that Ji Chicheng would drive again.
"Why is there a picture of me in your computer?" Ji Chicheng repeated the question just now, and after asking him, he reached out and tried to grab Ji Anning's computer, "It seems that there is more than one."
Ji Anning held the computer tightly, not allowing him to succeed.
She said: "Those photos were not taken by me. They were taken at school, but they were also packaged and sent to me. Not only you, but many others."
After that, she turned her head and looked at Ji Chicheng with contempt, "Uncle, how can you touch other people's privacy casually."
Ji Chicheng shrugged, "But you are not someone else."
Ji Anning was speechless...
Back to Ji Chicheng when she couldn't find a word, she pursed her lips and muttered depressed, "The password is clearly set."