Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Ji Shiting didn't want to talk nonsense with her again, he turned and walked to the bench, picked up the two children, and smiled slightly: "We go home."

Achen seemed to understand: "Dad, will my sister and I not be able to come to kindergarten in the future?"

Wen Yan's small face collapsed immediately: "Dad, I like this..."

"It's okay, Dad will let Uncle Feng come to protect you in the future." Ji Shiting placated.

Qinger was relieved, and Mua sighed heavily on his cheek: "Dad I love you!"

Ji Shiting's heart softened and he smiled softly: "Dad loves you too."

Qinger was surprised when she heard the words, and she immediately looked at Achen.

[Brother, this seems to be the first time Dad said he loves us when he returns. 】

【Yes! 】

Achen nodded in response.

Ji Shiting didn't know what the two little guys were talking about in secret, but he still couldn't help but raised his lips.

Tang Ranran, who was on the side, was very angry when he saw this scene, but he could only watch Ji Shiting holding his two children away.

...

After returning to Qianfan Villa, Ji Shiting immediately called Jiang Yu and told Xu Wei about the matter in the hands of the president.

"Very good, I will pay more attention." Jiang Yu Shen Sheng said, "This time I will not let him escape again. In addition Tang Ranran, do you need my help?"

"If you can get her back to the capital, it would be better."

"Understood." Jiang Yu paused. "I will go to Yangcheng in the near future."

Ji Shiting raised his eyebrows: "No need for such trouble. Even if Tang Ranran stays in Yangcheng, I'm not afraid."

"It doesn't matter, I just have something else to do." Jiang Yu finished and hung up the phone.

Ji Shiting's eyes flickered, and for a while he suddenly remembered that Jing Tong seemed to have settled in Yangcheng.

He opened the address book, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to hide the Shengge first. If she was told about the evening, even if the two children were safe, she would be very worried.

Only on the safety of the two children, he must be more careful.

Thinking of this, Ji Shiting dialed a few more calls and left the study after making some arrangements.

...

Downstairs, the two children had simply washed and changed to their home clothes and waited for dinner.

Ji Shiting smiled and picked them up and went to the restaurant. After dinner, they played with them for a while, then bathed them, changed their pajamas, and sent them to bed.

Then came to a link he least wanted to face, telling a story.

Ji Shiting was holding a story book with a dignified look, and Qinger suddenly chuckled indifferently: "Dad, otherwise you sing to us, and singing is not a problem."

Achen's eyes lit up and nodded wickedly: "I agree!"

Ji Shiting exhaled deeply: "I will tell you a story."

It was almost nine o'clock when the two little ancestors fell asleep.

Ji Shiting quietly left their room, turned to the study, and began to deal with the backlog of work for a day.

It is a pity that he was interrupted by an uninvited guest within half an hour.

Qiao Yanze.

He came with a bottle of Louis XIII and ran straight into his study, and said blankly, "Come with me."

Ji Shiting looked at him with a frown, "I'm busy now."

"You're still not my buddy. If you are, drink with me!" Qiao Yanze said unreasonably. "If Shuhang is in the United States, I'm too lazy to find you. Do you think I'd like to see your cold face?" "