Fenfen saw it all; she cradled Ji Chicheng’s face with her little hands, "Daddy, give a kiss."
This was the little girl’s recently learned way of comforting others. Every ti Ji Chicheng ca back exhausted and sat down on the sofa, she would go over to hug and kiss him, and then he’d smile at her.
After being kissed by the little girl, Ji Chicheng curved his lips into a smile and also leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose.
Here it cos again, here it cos! The father and daughter duo started their display of affection, and Ji Anning watched the two with displeasure, feeling sour inside, thinking it had been three months—shouldn’t he be kissing her instead?
Envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Rolling her eyes secretly, Ji Anning raised her head with a slight smile and clapped her hands at Fenfen, "Fenfen, mommy wants a hug."
As she spoke, she reached out and took Fenfen away from Ji Chicheng, pouted her lips, and planted two big smacks on her little face.
Ji Chicheng casually stuffed his hands into his pockets and shot a glance at Ji Anning. Just as the elevator reached their floor and the doors opened, he stepped out.
He walked briskly, while Ji Anning, wearing high heels, found it less easy on the soft carpet.
Moreover, carrying Fenfen, she was quickly left far behind by Ji Chicheng.
As they nearly reached the room, Ji Chicheng pulled out the key card to unlock the door, when suddenly a sexy woman approached him, looking anxious, "Sir, I can’t seem to open the door of my room with this card, can you help with it?"
Ji Chicheng didn’t even glance at the woman as he swiped the card through the door lock and twisted open the door.
"Sir."
The woman tried to follow him in, but Ji Anning sensed her intentions. She dashed forward, grabbed the woman’s arm, and frowned at her, "If your card doesn’t work, you should be asking a staff mber, not my uncle, right?"
"Tsk."
The woman rolled her eyes at Ji Anning and yanked her hand back, then turned and walked to the neighboring room.
Watching the woman leave with a swaying, snake-like waist and pouting lips, Ji Anning whispered scornfully, "Vixen."
What kind of lousy five-star hotel is this that even allows such people to stay?
Thankfully it’s her uncle, who isn’t tempted by such things. If it had been so other man here on business, could he have resisted such temptation?
Ji Anning ntally ranted about the hotel before entering the room with Fenfen, closing the door behind them, and fastening the safety latch.
She bent down to set Fenfen down, who quickly ran off.
"Uncle."
Upon entry, Ji Anning saw Ji Chicheng taking off his clothes; he had already removed his jacket and was in the process of taking off his light cal cashre sweater.
She called out softly, but he didn’t respond.
"Uncle."
Ji Anning called out again and only after Ji Chicheng tossed the removed sweater onto the bed did he turn his gaze to her, "What is it?"
His eyes and tone were chilly.
Ji Anning’s mouth turned down, and she asked softly, "Did you arrive today?"
"More or less," Ji Chicheng replied to Ji Anning, then, carrying his own bathrobe, headed toward the bathroom.
More or less... can that also be more or less?
Ji Anning frowned in annoyance as she watched Ji Chicheng enter the bathroom. What does ’more or less’ an?
Forget it, it ant he didn’t want to bother with her.
As soon as Ji Chicheng shut the bathroom door, Ji Anning turned around, picked up An’an, and left without saying a word of goodbye.
She had her own dignity too, okay?
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