Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The eyes of the two children widened.

They looked at each other again and exchanged information.

[Dad seems to know. 】

[Otherwise, why did he come back in his mother’s car? Mom must have told him. 】

[Then we...]

After the two exchanged, they all shouted, "Dad!"

Ji Shiting's heart was hot, and he stretched out his arms and embraced them in his arms.

"Achen, Qing'er." His voice was already hoarse, "Dad is back, sorry."

At noon Ye Shengge left the driver and the car to him, so he could come in without notice.

He should have waited until dark, but he didn't want to wait for a minute. But he didn't expect to see the two children guarding the door as soon as he got out of the car. Their eagerly looking eyes were enough to make him throb even if they were not for him.

The two little guys lay on Ji Shiting's shoulders, blinked, and suddenly sobbed lightly.

Ji Shiting froze for a while before realizing that the two children were crying.

"What's wrong?" He was almost helpless, looking at their small faces that could bear the sadness, and twisted into a distressed ball. "Something tells Dad, don't cry."

"Dad, my brother and I thought...I thought you didn't want us anymore." Qinger sobbed.

"How could it be?" Ji Shiting's heart was like a knife cut. "Daddy... I have encountered some things before I'm delayed. It's too late for my father to hurt you. Why don't I want you."

"Dad..." Achen called to him with a choked voice, "Will you not leave when you come back?"

Ji Shiting's throat knot slipped, remembering the address he had seen in Gu Yimo before, there was a moment of hesitation.

But seeing the red eyes of the two children, he made up his mind instantly.

"Of course." He nodded without hesitation, "Daddy will be with you at home."

Qing'er sniffed his nose: "Daddy, you're talking."

"Huh." Ji Shiting caressed her daughter's face and said lowly, "Daddy promises you."

The two children got a satisfactory answer, and reached out a soft little hand around his neck.

"Stop crying, eh?" Ji Shiting said softly.

Achen rubbed his eyes embarrassedly: "I didn't cry, I was infected by my sister."

Qinger made a grimace at him: "No, obviously you infect me."

"Sister, cry when you cry, and it's not a shameful thing, how can you lie." Achen preached seriously.

"It's clearly your brother, you won't admit it." Qing'er wrinkled her tiny nose. "Dad, do you judge?"

Ji Shiting listened to the naive dispute between the two, but only felt soft-hearted.

"It was Dad who said the wrong thing." He ticked his lips. "Neither of you cry."

The two smiled brightly.

Ji Shiting embraced them and walked in, facing him with a tearful middle-aged maid.

He immediately realized that this was the "show sister" mentioned by Shengge.

So he dumbly called her.

Xiu's tears fell all of a sudden: "Young Master, really you, I just thought I was dreaming! God! This is really... great! Does Mrs. Younger know? Does the old man know? I... ...I will call them."

"Sheng Ge already knows, she will be back soon. I will contact him immediately, Grandpa," Ji Shiting said in a dumb voice.