Ji Anning opened her mouth, as she was preparing for this round of painful calls, she closed her mouth awkwardly.

Ji Chicheng looked at her wishing to find a place to get in, and a sly smile flashed in her black eyes.

Withdrawing his gaze and looking down at her feet, her brows wrinkled, "Ji Anning, did I stop you from flying?"

Stop her flying? Ji Anning frowned puzzled, "What?"

Ji Chicheng lowered his head slightly, with a cold arc of lips, without looking at Ji Anning's face, "You were about to jump down when I saw you just now, didn't you?"

Ji Anning: "..."

Can he read mind? The idea of ​​her inheritance was seen by him. This person is terrible.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, frowning and looking at Ji Chicheng depressed.

Ji Chicheng grabbed her foot with one hand, and gently pressed **** on her red and swollen area with the other, which should be checking her injuries.

Head down, very serious and professional.

With long and thick eyelashes, a tall nose, and wet sweat on his forehead, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and he suddenly became gentle.

This was not the first time she saw him do something seriously, but it was the first time she did something seriously for her.

She looked at him, he seemed to be a painkiller, just looking at him made her forget the pain.

"I guess the bone is broken, I'll take you to the hospital."

Ji Chicheng carefully checked Ji Anning's feet, and then came to a conclusion.

He raised his head as he spoke and looked at Ji Anning's face.

Hearing going to the hospital, Ji Anning shook his head nervously, "It shouldn't be that serious. You don't need to go to the hospital. I'll just go back and get some medicinal wine and rub it."

She retracted her feet and smiled at Ji Chicheng's silly smile.

Ji Chicheng saw through her thoughts at a glance, "If you are abandoned, Ji Jingfeng will still want you?"

No longer giving Ji Anning a chance to speak, he reached out and hugged her off the window sill.

This action was too sudden, too cool, and too skillful. Ji Anning was stunned for a long time. She didn't react until Ji Chicheng carried her on her back.

Is she on Ji Chicheng's back now?

The man's hair, accompanied by the fragrance of shampoo, made Ji Anning intoxicated and palpitated her.

Her hands trembled, raised up, but still only dared to stay on his shoulders.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at him a little bit sideways, against the heart of his back,'thump thump thump thump', but still couldn't help but want to see more, want to see his handsome face, at this moment At this moment, is he as indifferent as usual, did he often carry his girlfriend with his skillful movements when he carried her just now...

"Uncle, I am not..."

Impulsively, she wanted to explain and clarify her mind, but halfway through the impulse, she regained her sense.

It's not because of Mrs. Sun Shao's identity, how she has struggled and how much she has paid, he knows better than anyone else, doesn't he?

But after so many years, she had already deteriorated in his eyes. After all, Mrs. Ji Jia Sun Shao, the identity of the future hostess of J.C. is a dream of thousands of women.

She can get it at her fingertips, and everyone will think so.

Moreover, clarification doesn't change anything, she is not worthy, his wardrobe full of clothes, and his skillful movements with her on his back, shows his love for that person.

Ji Anning's words are half gone, Ji Chicheng frowned, Yu Guang glanced back at her, "Not what?"