The handsome face is less of the usual majesty and more of the kindness of the elders.

His gaze first looked at Ji Chicheng, but Ji Chicheng's face was cold, his attitude towards him in peacetime had not changed much, and even more...cold.

Maybe it was because I heard about his mother.

Char opened his mouth, and finally turned his gaze to Ji Anning, looked at her, and said, "Niannian, go upstairs and take a bath and change clothes. I will show you some people."

"Oh." Ji Anning nodded almost instinctively.

Like an obedient child.

The corner of Char's mouth was squeezed upward, and Ji Anning also tilted the corner of his mouth.

She is also a virgin. The old man used to force her and his uncle so much, and hurt her sister-in-law's feet, and prevented her from seeing his uncle for more than two months.

Domineering and selfish.

But now she actually felt compassion for him, and even sympathized with him, she deserved to be abused.

"I'll go first."

Char greeted Ji Anning again and glanced from Ji Chicheng's face when he retracted his gaze.

Then he raised his foot and walked outside the gate.

With both hands in the pockets of his trousers, his straight posture looked like he was fifty years old. No one would doubt that he was forty years old.

After Char walked out of the living room, Ji Anning stretched out his hand to hold Ji Chicheng's arm and asked him: "Uncle, shall we go there?"

Ji Chicheng squinted at her expressionlessly, "Didn't you agree to take a bath, change clothes, then go to that boring birthday party and behead your head in front of the public."

Decapitate...

These words sounded really uncomfortable, and Ji Anning frowned and pouted, "I really want to say that I like to show my face."

She let go of Ji Chicheng's arm in a fit of anger, not looking at him, "I will agree, isn't it because it's your father? Actually I hate him very much."

Speaking of the old man's evil deeds, there are really innumerable counts, but they can't even be compared to the blood relationship of his uncle's biological father.

And she felt that there are fewer and fewer people in this world who love them.

If there is one, one should be cherished.

Ji Chicheng didn’t speak, as if she was still angry that she would care about Char, and promised Char, Ji Anning glanced at him from the corner of the light. In the end, he couldn’t be tough. Then he stretched out his hand and hugged his arm and acted like a baby with him. Face it, he looks pitiful."

She said, shaking Ji Chicheng.

Finally, Ji Chicheng was shaken by her, turned his head, glanced at her up and down, raised his eyebrows, "You are like this, don't you have to freshen up first?"

Is this agreed?

Ji Anning reacted and nodded happily, "Okay, I went upstairs to take a shower."

She immediately got up and walked towards the stairs.

She has lived in Char's house for more than three years, and she is familiar with the corners and corners. She has a brisk footstep and a small body.

She went upstairs and went straight to her room. When she reached the door, she reached out and opened the door, but found that it was locked.

"what happened?"

Ji Chicheng followed Ji Anning upstairs in no hurry, watching her frown depressed because she couldn't open the door, he speeded up and walked to her side.

Ji Anning pointed to the door of her room and said to Ji Chicheng, "My room is locked."

"This is your room?" Ji Chicheng was a little surprised. He said, "I have been in every room in this house. Only this one has the door locked."