So You Have Loved Me Too

Then he put down the cup, looked at Ji Chicheng, frowning and said with a heavy heart, "Chicheng, how do you feel about keeping the child peaceful?"

Hearing Ji Anning's name, Ji Chicheng paused slightly, almost conditioned, and a suspicion crossed his deep eyes.

Then he moved his lips, seemingly nonchalantly replied: "Can't tell what's bad."

Then he picked up the teacup, put it to his mouth, and made a light sip. After that, he glanced at the old man next to him, and secretly guessed the thoughts of his old man.

The old man nodded his head, a little earnest and thoughtful, "Yes, she is a good boy, she entered our house at the age of six, and has endured the humiliation to this day."

As he spoke, his brows were deeply locked, and his expression was very complicated.

Hearing this, Ji Chicheng raised his mouth slightly, looked at his old man, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "So your old man suddenly feels guilty?"

The old man gritted his teeth in resentment, and answered the wrong question, "Jing Feng is too disappointed."

Speaking of Ji Jingfeng, Ji Chicheng's face was cold, and his black eyes were like a thousand-year-old pool, and the cold light flashed like a layer of frost in an instant.

He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "So your old man also realizes that your grandson is very scumbag and bad?"

It has nothing to do with the old man, it is completely aimed at Ji Jingfeng.

Thinking of almost never seeing An Ning again, thinking of him and An Ning's first child, killing him would not understand his hatred.

Hearing Ji Chicheng’s irony, the old man showed embarrassment. He said, "But I think he is also...my grandson. If he keeps being outside with that woman, he will also lose our Ji family’s people."

His tone sounded a little reluctant.

Ji Chicheng didn't go to speculate carefully, only understood what he meant, and said coldly: "Your old man has his own ideas."

"It would be great if your second brother was here." Thinking of his deceased son, Ji Zhengdao couldn't hide his grief, and his vicissitudes of life looked even more old.

Ji Chicheng couldn’t help but feel distressed because he loved his father. He stretched out his hand to fill the teacup and filled the teacup for his elderly. Then he held it up and handed it to him, saying faintly: “Everyone has the right to choose marriage. It’s you. Too much interference."

"Huh." The old man's face darkened, and he coldly snorted: "He must be with An Ning, otherwise, don't want anything from the Ji family."

The tone was very serious and determined, and it didn't seem to scare people at all, not to mention that Ji Jingfeng was not there, and he didn't need to point at him.

Ji Chicheng tightened his fingers. If there was a little internal force, the cup in his hand would have broken.

He looked at the old man, frowning.

‘Uncle, keep it secret, keep it secret first, if you don’t keep it, I will ignore you. ’

‘Uncle, I’m afraid, I’m not mentally prepared yet, please give me some more time? ’

He pressed his lips tightly, and the water in the glass in his hand was rippling.

Seeing that Ji Chicheng had been staring at him, the old man was a little guilty, avoided his gaze, raised his voice and said, "What did the fortune teller say back then?"

Ji Chicheng was still pursing his lips, his face getting deeper and deeper, he put down the old man's water glass, picked up his own, and drank his head up.

He stretched out his hand and continued to pour water.

The old man continued: "The fortune-teller said that this girl is his life-saving medicine, and the only good partner that can prosper him, and it is true that he enters the house peacefully, and his body is healed, so I would rather believe that fortune-telling. "