So You Have Loved Me Too

The old man didn't care whether Ji Mingyue was angry or not, he said to everyone, then he held the coffee table with his hand, borrowed his strength, and stood up.

When the old man got up and took the first step, Ji Anning noticed that his old man was limping.

The right leg is obviously less flexible, probably because of pain.

Only then did she feel that her old man was really old.

As soon as the old man left, everyone followed one after another. Ji Jingfeng, who was in the performance period, was the first.

After Lin Yanqin and their three mothers and daughters had left, Ji Mingyue stood up leisurely, walked around in front of Ji Anning, and looked down at her with condescending gazes.

"Ji Anning, I heard Xiang Ting say that my father has attached great importance to you recently. I didn't believe it at the time. I didn't expect to be true."

Ji Anning just listened to her strange yin and yang, and said nothing.

Then, Ji Mingyue's gaze shifted to Ji Anning's lower abdomen, and a sneer evoked at the corner of her mouth, "Could it be that we have our Ji family's seed in her belly?"

"Uh……"

With this question, Ji Anning just shook his head and said no.

As if immersed in his own world, Ji Chicheng, who hadn't heard anything outside the window, suddenly spoke, his voice rushing in front of her.

"The fourth sister is so smart."

Ji Anning stunned and looked over nervously.

Ji Chicheng put away his mobile phone, put his arms on the two armrests of the sofa, lying lazily in the sofa.

The slight smile on his face is also so lazy.

Ji Mingyue also turned to look at him, "Really?"

She frowned, as if to say that if this is true, she cannot accept this fact.

"I guessed too." Ji Chicheng spread his palms and shrugged.

Ji Anning looked at him, feeling particularly awkward, lowered his head and laughed.

"Hey, if it's true, then I'll be a grandmother. It's terrifying." Ji Mingyue shuddered as she imagined the scene of her little nephew calling her grandmother behind her.

Then she shook her head and muttered to herself and walked into the restaurant, "I'm only twenty years old, why can't I think so much about having a baby."

Ji Anning watched Ji Mingyue enter the restaurant, and then took his gaze back. He cast an angry glance at Ji Chicheng on the sofa and cursed him with his mouth, "badass."

Then he pouted and rolled his eyes at him, ready to go upstairs to send the bag back to the room.

She had to pass by Ji Chicheng's sofa, when Ji Chicheng suddenly got up and quickly kissed her lips.

Ji Anning's heart almost jumped out in that second.

She held her breath and stared at the man who had already gone away, his hands in the pockets of slacks, very cool.

She was furious, wishing to hit him with the bag in her hand.

One day he will be scared of a heart attack.

...

Ji Chicheng walked in and found that next to Ji Anning's seat, Ji Jingfeng had already been seated, which was where Ji Jingfeng always came.

But since he sat for the first time, he felt that that position was his, it should have been his.

If he wasn't sitting, then Ji Anning could not be sitting on the chair next to him.

He walked over, pulled away Ji Anning's chair, and sat down leisurely, calmly and leisurely.

Ji Jingfeng frowned and looked at Ji Chicheng puzzledly.

At this moment, Ji Mingyue's voice suddenly came from the other side.

"Chicheng, why don't you sit next to your dad?"

She was also very curious about how Ji Chicheng had been sitting next to the old man for more than ten years, but suddenly changed.