So You Have Loved Me Too

When he walked to the door of Ji Anning's room, Ji Chicheng's steps were a little heavy, and he glanced at the closed door, his handsome face became even more cold.

He quickened his pace, returned to his room, closed the door, and locked it.

Shaking off the slippers on his feet, holding the tie in his hand, he removed it rudely, and then grabbed the collar again, pulling it hard, the delicate buttons, not a single piece was left.

Scattered everywhere.

The hand touched the belt, his slender finger pressed lightly, and the belt fell apart.

The phone in his pocket rang suddenly, he took it out, and glanced at the caller ID, Cao Muyun.

Then answer the call, press the speakerphone, put it on the sofa, and listen to the phone while undressing.

"Are you not in the apartment?"

Cao Muyun asked.

Ji Chicheng's voice made a deep "um", and then said in an unquestionable tone: "I'm home, what's the matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Well, I'll work overtime by myself."

Ignoring Cao Muyun's helpless tone, Ji Chicheng reached out and hung up the phone.

He stopped taking his clothes halfway, and put on the belt again, wearing a shirt with no buttons, bare chest, went to the wine cellar and picked a bottle of spirits back to the room, sitting on the balcony, looking at the next room, separated by curtains The lights are dim.

Just like between them, like their future, he tried hard to lift that layer of yarn, that layer of curtain, but she kept trying to pull it up.

After drinking a cup of spirits, the strength of the wine comes up a little bit.

His mind was full of pictures of Ji Jingfeng just walking out of Ji Anning's room. Looking at the distance between them, he suddenly got up, grabbed the wine bottle, and smashed it towards the window of the next room.

The bottle hit the glass, and with a'boom', the glass shattered, shattered into pieces, and fell down.

Not only Ji Anning, but the people on the first floor also heard the movement.

"what's the situation?"

Ji Zhengdao asked nervously downstairs.

Ji Chicheng staggered, walked to the balcony railing, leaned up, drunk and lazy.

The window of the next room was smashed by him, the curtain inside was blown up by the wind, and the person lying on the bed was looming.

He curled up his red lips with wine juice, and laughed wildly.

He didn't feel that he had done a bad thing or made a mistake, but felt that he should have done it long ago.

That **** window had never been opened for him, so he could only open it.

Ji Chicheng did not respond to Ji Zhengdao, his old man ran up nervously.

Seeing him leaning on the balcony, drunk, he asked concerned: "Chicheng, what happened?"

Ji Chicheng shook his head calmly, "It's okay. I slipped my hand for a while and smashed the window of Ji Anning's room."

"..."

Hand skating for a while, his skating lesson is really far enough, and it's amazing, he slipped sideways.

Ji Anning had spent a lot of energy before climbing to the window. Before she could see, she heard Ji Chicheng's reply to Ji Zhengdao, and she sneered silently.

She almost didn't get scared to death by the sudden loud noise.

He actually said so calmly because his hands slipped.

Ji Chicheng, do you dare to be more arrogant and arrogant?

If it weren't for Grandpa to be with him, she must have bent over and grabbed a handful of broken glass and smashed it over, and then said it was slippery.

Here, Ji Zhengdao walked to Ji Chicheng's side and smelled the smell of alcohol on his body. He frowned and looked at him and asked, "Why drink so much alcohol?"

Ji Chicheng turned around, facing the outside, with his arms leaning on the railing, his deep eyes, looking into the distance without his will.