With a shout, Yang Danning ignored her, turned and disappeared at the top of the stairs. She looked down at the thermos barrel in her hand, hesitated, and raised her foot to catch up.

Suddenly, her wrist was clasped by a big hand, and she turned her head in amazement.

The man's gloomy black eyes stared at her, deeply invisible, his handsome face seemed to be covered with frost, and the cold breath froze Ji Anning's breath.

The surrounding air seems to be frozen,

She opened her mouth, looked at him in astonishment, and wanted to ask him what he was doing, but her throat seemed to be choked by his big hands, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Chicheng, then I'll go back first. Please take a break."

The woman who just opened the door saw this scene, **** smiled and said hello to Ji Chicheng, and politely nodded to Ji Anning.

Then took a **** step to leave.

High-heeled shoes stepped on the smooth floor, the sound of thumping, getting farther and farther.

At this time, on the long corridor, there were only two of them.

"Uncle?"

Uncle finally shouted out, Ji Anning still looked at Ji Chicheng puzzled.

Ji Chicheng stared at Ji Anning's forehead, his bright black eyes narrowed dangerously, without a trace.

Then his eyes condensed on Ji Anning's eyes, and he curled his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

The deep voice, mellow and a little blurry, makes people unable to guess his true emotions.

After asking him, he lowered his eyes slightly, and saw Ji Anning's hand holding a thermos bucket, like the black eyes of a glacier, gradually warming, and grasping Ji Anning's wrist, also relaxed.

But still did not let go.

"Come in."

The tone of the command is beyond doubt.

Then he let go and turned to enter the house.

Ji Anning was taken aback, and she blinked uncertainly when she looked at Ji Chicheng's tall figure.

He let her in?

Suddenly, Ji Chicheng turned around, frowned, and glanced at her with an impatient look. She shuddered and raised her foot almost frightened by his domineering and domineering and entered the room.

One room and one hall, the hall and the bedroom are separated by transparent glass, and the shutter above is pulled down by half.

Plain furniture, plain floors, plain sheets and quilts.

The clean up made Ji Anning hold his breath, as if her breath could...contaminate his cleanliness.

She stood in the middle of the living room, looking around the space with his shadow everywhere, she was uncomfortable.

However, my heart was faintly excited. I grabbed the handle of the thermos with my hands, sweating in my palms.

"Ji Anning, are you using manual doors as automatic doors again?"

Ji Chicheng took a bottle of ice mineral water out of the refrigerator, walked to Ji Anning, his tone sounded mocking, but the frowning brow seemed to be annoying.

In short, Ji Anning felt inexplicable.

"Um!" She was shocked, and then she understood what he was referring to. She reached out to touch the horns on her forehead, and then she smiled slyly, "I accidentally hit it in the car."

The swelling seems pretty severe, it must be ugly.

Ji Anning thought, lowered her head embarrassedly, the silly smile still remained, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The corners of the man's mouth, taking advantage of the situation, curled up, gentle and gentle, flowing slowly through his black eyes.

"Try it, there are still ice cubes in the refrigerator."

Ji Chicheng passed the ice mineral water in his hand to Ji Anning.

Beautiful hands, holding the mouth of the bottle, with slender fingers, as if they were touching Ji Anning's heartstrings. The apex of her heart was crisp and numb. Her hand stretched out, a little forward, and a little forward.