So You Have Loved Me Too

She didn't know what happened, she opened the door and she was shocked.

The man put his hands in the pockets of the straight black trousers, and his white shirt made his smiling peach eyes more bright and clean.

He was tall, leaning lazily on Ji Anning's door frame, looking at her sideways, looking in a good mood.

Ji Anning was not sure whether the people in the other rooms were up, she didn't dare to make a little sound, only staring at Ji Chicheng fiercely with a pair of bright apricot eyes.

Ji Chicheng not only ignored her understanding, but leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

Gentle like a dragonfly.

"Grandpa, someone must have framed me."

At this moment, Ji Jingfengji's voice suddenly came downstairs, his tone very aggrieved.

Ji Anning's face turned pale with fright. She grabbed Ji Chicheng's arm and pushed him out, "Go, go, you will scare me to death one day."

He climbed her window and her bed every night. It was not enough to scare her and he would not let her go during the day.

Ji Anning suppressed her voice, almost lip-synching to communicate.

Ji Chicheng still used his usual voice without hesitation, "They all went to the theater."

Hearing this, Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief. She retracted Ji Chicheng's hand and asked him curiously: "Why is Grandpa angry? What did Jing Feng do?"

"I don't know." Ji Chicheng shrugged and shook his head. Then he took Ji Anning's doubts and suddenly took her hand, "Go and see."

Oh my god!

Does this guy want to die? Still want her to die?

Not daring to speak out, Ji Anning could only struggle hard, but it had no effect at all. His big hands were like handcuffs. The more struggling, the tighter he grasped.

Also slightly punitive.

Ji Anning felt that the endurance of her heart was stronger than she imagined, and she was crashing again and again, but now she is still alive.

It's incredible.

When Ji Chicheng led her to the top of the stairs, he let her go.

Then she waited for Ji Chicheng to go downstairs before she appeared at the top of the stairs.

After a cautious look at the living room, the old man stood beside the sofa with his hands behind him, his face pale.

Ji Jingfeng lowered his head, motionless.

In the huge living room, only their grandfather and grandson were the only ones who did not see anyone else.

Ji Chicheng went downstairs now, walked to the sofa without hurried steps, bent over and sat down, then he picked up today's newspaper on the coffee table and glanced at it.

"The Ji family made headlines."

A faint sentence, without the slightest disturbance.

It's like stating a fact.

But it aroused another wave of anger in the old man's heart. He bent over and stretched out his hand, grabbed the newspaper in Ji Chicheng's hand, crumpled it into a ball, and smashed Ji Jingfeng's face angrily, "Drunk and chaotic, our Ji family You have lost all of his face."

Ji Jingfeng didn’t dare to dodge, and took a stab at it. He didn’t care about the pain. He looked at the old man aggrievedly and said, “Grandpa, I was calculated by someone. I was eating with a few friends last night, and indeed I drank some wine. , But I really drank a little bit. I drink so well that I can’t be drunk. Someone must have framed me.

Headlines? Framed up?

When Ji Anning heard this, she probably understood why the old man was angry, and what Ji Jingfeng committed outside was in the news.

This is a taboo of the Ji family.