So You Have Loved Me Too

"Thanks...Thank you, uncle."

Nodded to Chi Cheng and stammered in thanks, her nervous back began to sweat.

What is he going to do? What does he want to do?

The uncle who kicked the oil bottle down and couldn't help, suddenly picked her up vegetables, which is rarer than his old man picking up vegetables for her himself.

I don't know what Grandpa thinks, is he already suspicious?

Ji Anning was about to collapse nervously, almost crazy.

She wanted to have a good time at once, got up, and said domineeringly to his old man: I slept with your son and we are together.

But she didn't have the courage, and she couldn't bear the possible consequences.

Ji Anning lowered her head and wondered about the old man's thoughts, and the old man finally spoke, "Chi Cheng, you should care more about these juniors in the future, don't let them be afraid of you."

Hearing this, Ji Anning frowned and was puzzled. Hearing the voice of his old man, not only did he have no doubts, but felt relieved?

Gratified that his little son, who was dominated by him, finally knows that he cares about the younger generation?

Is he sure that he is not playing psychological tactics with them?

Ji Anning really wanted to look up at Ji Zhengdao's expression, to see if it was as relieved as his tone.

But dare not.

"I will." Ji Chicheng nodded and responded faintly.

Then he took his chopsticks hand and stretched out to a plate of fried pork with bamboo shoots, and elegantly picked up a bamboo shoot.

Ji Anning secretly stared at the bamboo shoot that Ji Chicheng had picked up, and was frightened.

When Ji Chicheng was recovering, she quickly picked up her bowl and turned the bowl to her mouth, almost buried her face in the bowl, leaving no gap.

So he can't put it in her bowl.

The corner of Ji Chicheng's mouth raised slightly, and he stuffed the bamboo shoots into his mouth, slowly...chewing.

The slight smile at the corner of his mouth gradually covered his handsome face.

Then, the atmosphere was quiet again, and Ji Anning felt that she was in **** at this time, and she was extremely suffering.

Many times I wanted to make an excuse to leave first, but the Ji family's rules were that as long as the old man didn't leave every meal, no one was allowed to leave.

The three opposite mother and daughter are special circumstances today, but she has no special circumstances.

"I'm full, you two eat slowly."

Finally, the old man finished eating.

Greeting Ji Chicheng and Ji Anning, he got up and left the restaurant.

Watching his old man leave the restaurant, the majestic figure really disappeared, Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, sweating.

"Today's shrimp tastes good."

Taking advantage of her gasping effort, Ji Chicheng took another shrimp and put it in his own bowl, complimenting the taste of the shrimp in a leisurely tone.

Ji Anning frowned, turned his head gritted teeth, and stared at him, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

The voice still doesn't dare to be loud, it can be suppressed as low as possible.

"Open your mouth."

Ji Anning was full of anger, wishing to lift the table to express to her that she was going to run away, but he calmly peeled the shell of the shrimp in the bowl and delivered the shrimp to her mouth.

Ji Anning backed down, pressed his lips tightly, and refused to eat.

"Open your mouth." Ji Chicheng frowned unhappy.

His voice, unscrupulous majesty.

Ji Anning was afraid of him, so she opened her mouth and ate the shrimp into her mouth in one bite. Then she immediately got up and said, "I'm full, and I will go upstairs first."

When it was said that it was too late, then Ji Chicheng blinked, she had already walked very far.