"Mr. Ji is of Chinese nationality." Korea was dissatisfied with her mother's gaffe in Ji Chicheng, frowning and quietly reproaching: "Mummy, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh." Rudifen nodded, unable to see whether it was a loss or a memory.

Ji Chicheng ignored it, nodded slightly, then took a step forward, opened the driver's door, and got into the car.

Start the car and drive away.

"Mummy, do you know Mr. Ji?"

As the car drove far, far away, the shadow of the car was almost invisible, and her mother was still staring in that direction. Korea frowned and asked her impatiently.

Ru Difen nodded and murmured to himself, "Like, too much like an old friend of Mummy."

...

"I don't like that Korea."

After driving the car for a long time, Ji Anning suddenly spoke. Even Ji Chicheng, who had been observing meticulously, didn't expect it, and was surprised by her sudden voice.

He glanced at Ji Anning through the rearview mirror.

She squinted her eyes, resting her head on the safety chairs, pouting her mouth, looking very dissatisfied.

Ji Chicheng asked, "Why do you hate Korea?"

Although I probably know the answer.

"Don't think I can't see it, she wants to be stepmothers for us." Ji Anning hummed, and then stretched out a hand, waving wildly in the air, waving and cursing: "She is a scheming bitch, Bai Lianhua treats me the same way in front of my uncle, and treats me the same way behind my uncle."

It was the first time he saw Ji Anning cursing.

The voice is crisp, and there is such a pungent vigor, and the mood is very bad.

Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning through the rearview mirror again, and a smile filled the corner of his mouth.

Ji Anning pouted again, "If my uncle really married her, I would never give it to my uncle."

Very determined, very firm attitude and stand.

No, if he marries another woman, she will definitely not give it to her.

After muttering, Ji Anning still confirmed in his heart.

Feeling so emotional, Ji Chicheng frowned and turned to look at her, "Then what do you want?"

"What I don't want, I don't know what I want." Ji Anning suddenly straightened her neck, leaned her head back on the back, and muttered to herself in pain, "I don't know, what else can I do."

Her eye sockets were a little moist again.

In fact, in her mind, she was still a little sober, but she didn't want to wake up, she didn't want to be sober, she wanted to be just like that.

You can act like a baby when drunk, and show how she didn't have the courage to show when she was sober.

"Then don't know."

Ji Chicheng faintly took Ji Anning's sentence, turned around, reached out and opened the CD.

A soothing music rang in the carriage.

Ji Anning turned his head sideways again, with his head on the window, opened his drunken eyes and looked out the window.

She always wanted to try to keep herself half drunk and half awake, but she still couldn't resist the soaring intensity of alcohol.

I don't know how I got in, I don't know how I got upstairs, I don't know how I got into bed.

I don't even know what I am wearing...who changed it.

I don't remember how many times this is, I always wake up after falling asleep unconsciously, and my clothes change.

Ji Anning was sitting on the bed, her head still a little groggy, and the curtains were tightly drawn, but there was no light at all. It should not be daytime.