He talked while withdrawing his gaze, just as Fenfen finished her milk. He placed the bottle on the coffee table, then looked down and teased Fenfen.
Better at throwing herself at people than Xin Xiaoxiao?
To what extent does that happen? Do you just strip naked and climb into bed?
Ji Anning glared, "Do they... do they have no sha?"
"Ji Anning, you’ve worked in the entertainnt industry for years, don’t you know the rules?" Ji Chicheng frowned, looking at Ji Anning with eyes that couldn’t comprehend her.
Ji Anning proudly raised her chin, "Hmph, that’s for others. I don’t need it. Directors even fuss over ."
She wasn’t bragging. With Charles as her powerful backer, in the entertainnt industry, whether in front of or behind the scenes, others were eager to accommodate her.
Ji Chicheng knew this too, aware she relied on Charles, making him feel uneasy.
He kept a cold face and said nothing.
Ah... the world outside was so bad, her little uncle was so handso and rich, how many won would be thinking about him?
Now he often socialized outside. What if one day he acts foolish, can’t resist temptation, and makes a mistake? Should she forgive him?
Ji Anning thought worriedly, glancing at Ji Chicheng. He slightly lowered his head, his handso side profile defined and sharp. She swallowed her saliva.
"Little uncle."
She called out, slowly raised one hand, extended her finger, making a beckoning gesture.
Ji Chicheng turned his head to look at her, she curved her lips in a charming smile, "Co over here."
"Ji Anning, are you courting death?" Ji Chicheng’s face turned dark.
Ji Anning gritted her teeth and threw herself at him, sitting on his lap, her arms around Ji Chicheng’s neck, "I want to play by the rules with you. Can you help rise up?"
Then she winked at him flirtatiously.
"Hm." Ji Chicheng coldly laughed, nodding once, then suddenly reached out to grab Ji Anning’s thighs and spread them, making her ride on his lap.
His lips neared her ear, biting her earlobe, "I can make you rise up on ."
"..."
Thick tension seeped into the air, and an indicative cough sounded from the doorway.
"Cough cough cough!"
It was Ji Mingyue’s voice. Ji Anning was startled, quickly jumping off Ji Chicheng and turning to see Ji Mingyue at the door, sitting in her wheelchair, looking livid at their direction.
Ah... kill her now.
Ji Anning bent down, burying her head to hide behind Ji Chicheng, truly embarrassed beyond belief.
Ji Mingyue frowned, watching Ji Anning avoid her gaze in embarrassnt, silently thinking, did she think she was the only one embarrassed? She’s even worse off!
She tightly gripped the wheelchair handles, suppressing her anger for a while before coldly saying to Ji Chicheng, "What ti is it? Didn’t you say there was a eting?"
Ji Chicheng gave her a dissatisfied glance, "Finally, soone actively threw themselves at , and you sure picked the ti right."
He spoke lazily while he stood up, his attractive hands reaching toward his white shirt collar, adjusting his clothes slowly.
Ji Mingyue regretted not bringing a few bricks out today, otherwise she’d definitely hit him.
Not wanting to get angry here and scare Fenfen, she turned to leave, "Wu Assistant and I will be waiting for you outside; get out here quickly."
...
Due to the press conference being convened on short notice, ti was tight, and the setup at the conference location was very simple.
Ji Chicheng and Ji Mingyue, along with J.C’s other board directors and high-level executives, were seated on stage.
The caras and flashlights of the dia down below kept flashing relentlessly.
Reviews
All reviews (0)