She nodded at her, "I admit I was very empty and lonely back then, otherwise why would I play SM gas with you over and over again?"
After saying this, he gave Ji Anning a cold look and walked past her.
Ji Anning: "..."
She turned her head to look at the man who had entered the bathroom. The calr and more composed he acted, the more curious and frantic she beca inside.
Why on earth?
Ah... It’s all that damned Yao Yiyang’s fault. Why did he have to tell her about this, really annoying.
"Because of another man’s words, you co back and keep questioning , Ji Anning, you’re done for."
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng ca out of the bathroom, unfastening his belt while speaking. He grabbed one end of the belt and yanked it hard, pulling it off.
Then he raised it, obviously intending to hit her with the belt.
"Ah..." Ji Anning scread in fright, trying to dodge.
She hid beside Fenfen, "Fenfen, save mommy, daddy is going to hit mommy."
She had thought Fenfen would rush over to protect her, but instead, the little girl stepped back, leaned against the bedpost, clapping her hands happily, cheering for Ji Chicheng, "Daddy’s aweso."
Ji Anning’s mouth twitched, with a surge of frustration roaring in her heart. Is this really her own daughter?
’Knock knock knock’
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ji Chicheng put down his belt-raising hand and turned his head with a frown to look at the door.
"Who is it? Co in."
Ji Anning replied and then glared at Ji Chicheng, "Put on the belt, scruffy uncle."
Ji Chicheng’s lips quivered slightly. As he watched the little woman going to open the door, he looked down at his attire. His shirt was crisp. A scruffy uncle?
"Yuanyuan."
Ji Anning opened the door to find Jin Yuanyuan, whom she had just t downstairs, standing at the door.
Jin Yuanyuan gave her a slight smile, her gaze moving into the room, where she saw Ji Chicheng and paused.
"Ha, this is my little uncle," Ji Anning pointed at Ji Chicheng, feeling very awkward for a mont, not knowing how to explain to Jin Yuanyuan, "You know Teacher Ji."
Jin Yuanyuan smiled and then looked at Ji Chicheng, giving him a slight nod, "Teacher Ji."
Ji Chicheng’s face was aloof, and he uttered an indifferent "Oh."
"Zhen Cheng, co in."
The atmosphere was awkward, and to break it, Ji Anning quickly looked at Zhen Cheng, who ca with Jin Yuanyuan, "Zhen Cheng, co in."
While calling him in, she bent down to take Zhen Cheng’s hand, pulling him into the room.
Zhen Cheng politely nodded at her, "Hello, sister."
Zhen Cheng let Ji Anning take him into the room, and as he passed by Ji Chicheng, he politely bowed, "Hello, uncle."
Hey! This brat!
Ji Chicheng watched Zhen Cheng, who had just greeted him and then walked past him, frowning with a dark expression.
Uncle?
He was only four years older than that girl. Why was she called sister, but he was the uncle?
Ji Anning, seeing the expression on Ji Chicheng’s face, knew what was bothering him and felt quite smug inside.
She took a step forward, ca up to him, looked at him, and with a grin said, "Uncle, Yuanyuan is here, could you please pour us a cup of tea?"
As soon as she said this, she imdiately regretted it.
How much more was she going to be skinned by him? Seriously tempting fate, asking Ji Chicheng to pour water for her guest.
Regretting her words inwardly, Ji Anning imdiately corrected herself, "Little uncle, if you have other things to do, you can get busy with them first."
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