Chapter 615: Return to Ji's house to tear up the battle (1)

Just as he was about to scratch the palm of his hand, the man's fingers suddenly tightened and he grabbed her hand.
Ji Anning's heart trembled suddenly, she raised her head slightly and looked at Ji Chicheng.
The corners of his mouth curled up as if nothing, and a touch of gentleness spread out in the corners of his eyes.
Ji Anning pursed her lips tightly, bowed her head, and smirked.
She slowly opened her fingers and clasped her fingers tightly with the man's big hand.
...
They didn't let go of each other's hands until the end of the entire game. Ji Anning stood up and looked at Ji Chicheng, his cheeks flushed, "Uncle, then I'll go back to sleep first."
Ji Chicheng was expressionless and did not respond to her.
Ji Anning pouted, thinking that this man had turned on B mode again.
Then she turned around, preparing to leave, glanced at the TV screen inadvertently, and the winning Barcelona team was still cheering.
Ji Anning's gaze noticed the corner of the TV screen. The word'replay' appeared in her sight. She turned and frowned at the man who was still leaning on the sofa, "Uncle, this is a replay. So you knew you won or lost?"
‘Five minutes, don’t move. ’
‘The Barcelona team scored another goal five minutes after the last goal...’
I must know, she asked this question, once again exposed her IQ.
Ji Chicheng looked up, glanced at Ji Anning, and told her with his eyes that she was an idiot.
Ji Anning clenched his fist, raised angrily at Ji Chicheng, then turned and left.
"How come you become an idiot when you get to him."
She muttered as she walked, but with the other hand, she gently stroked the hand held by Ji Chicheng for more than forty minutes.
That kind of feeling was something they hadn't felt when they were together two years ago, and it was indescribably beautiful.
The heartbeat seems to have missed half a beat until now.
...
The airport in Kyoto has a large passenger flow, and the Spring Festival is approaching, so it is crowded with people.
Wearing a military green coat, wearing eyepieces and a mask, Ji Anning walked with the assistant. Ji Chicheng hugged and walked in front of them, separated from them.
Just can see each other.
As soon as she entered the hall, Ji Anning noticed that someone was filming her, and she lowered her head all the way.
She slowed down again, and the distance from Ji Chicheng was widening.
VIP channel, fast security check.
When he arrived in the VIP lounge, Ji Chicheng would put them down one after another. The little girl walked in and looked at the fruits placed on the sofa, and quickly climbed up, eating first.
Ji Chicheng looked at her with a petting smile, walked up to her and sat down without hurried steps.
"Mummy eat."
Suddenly, the little girl grabbed two small tomatoes, slid off the sofa, and ran to the door quickly to send them to Mommy to eat.
Upon seeing this, Ji Chicheng hurriedly got up to chase, "One after another."
At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he took out the phone while chasing it out.
Looking down at the caller ID, he answered the call and put it to his ear, immediately raising his head.
But the little girl was missing.
"One after another." Ji Chicheng was stunned, and quickly put the phone away and ran in the direction where they ran just now.
Shouting while running.
The nervous throat dried out.
"Uncle, what's the matter?" Ji Anning came over, and when he saw Ji Chicheng's panic and nervous appearance, he also became nervous.
Ji Chicheng grabbed one of her arms, "Don't you see them?"
When Ji Anning heard the words, she gave a "chuckle" in her heart. She opened her mouth, her nervous throat couldn't make a sound, "have...didn't you hold them up?"