Because I don’t want you, who should be admired by the people, to be rejected by the people, and I don’t want those people who have praised you to condemn your morals.

Maybe you love the excellent and superior you more.

After saying this, Ji Anning no longer dared to face Ji Chicheng's red eyes. She put down her hands, lowered her head, and squatted down with her back against the elevator wall, holding her head.

Ji Chicheng slowly lowered his head, looking at Ji Anning, who was squatting on the ground, sobbing in a low voice, his distressed heart trembled.

My willfulness has harmed so many people. Grandpa died of us in the end. You don’t know... I don’t know how painful I was during my pregnancy. Now every time I see my eyes, I feel that I am guilty...

Don't force me to face the strange look of the world towards us, don't force me to bear the pressure of public opinion, I am really...really tired...

Yes, he just imagined it, all distressed and tired.

She is not a superman, how can she not be tired.

"Stop crying." Ji Chicheng bent over, squatted down slowly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and stretched out to the corner of Ji Anning's tearful eyes.

When the tip of his finger touched her cheek, his hand trembling suddenly, he immediately retracted, and then handed the handkerchief to Ji Anning, "Sorry for making you so tired."

He spread out his palms, his light blue handkerchief covered his palms, and his fingertips were exposed.

Ji Anning watched dimly with tears, as if his fingers were holding her heart tightly. She hurts too tightly, but he was afraid that he would let go.

She watched, for a long time, she stretched out her hand, tremblingly picked up the handkerchief, slowly put it into her hand, and held it tightly.

Ji Chicheng's palm was empty, his fingers moved, and then slowly...slowly retracted his hand.

'Ding'

The elevator door opened again, still on the first floor of the banquet hall, Charles stood tall and straight at the elevator door, looking down at Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng.

Seeing the two of them squatting there, he frowned, "Little handsome guy, you let me down. I thought the people in the monitoring room would be blessed to watch a live broadcast."

Ji Anning: "..."

Therefore, legend and reality should not be confused.

How did a person who is almost half a hundred years old make such a joke with two young people?

"Yue Sen. Char." Ji Chicheng suddenly got up, rushed out, reached out and grabbed Char by the collar, bitterly pushing him against the wall, "You wait, Mingyue's account, I will follow you together Calculated."

Before Char's two bodyguards came to besie him, he gritted his teeth and pushed Charl hard.

He turned around and then entered the elevator, walked to Ji Anning, bent down and squatted, put his hands on her shoulders, and lowered his head in her ears and said: "Take care of Mingyue for me, take care of... yourself, I will soon Take you home."

Ji Anning held back her tears and nodded vigorously.

She stayed at Char's house just for Mingyue.

...

Lengthening Lincoln, Ji Anning sat in the rearmost position, tilted his neck, and put his head on the car window glass, looking out of the car window indifferently.

The atmosphere has been silent, and Char in front of him suddenly turned his head to look at her, "Do you think that kid is fighting with me, how certain is it that he can win?"

"One hundred points." Ji Anning returned Chaer coldly, without looking at him.

Hearing this, Char laughed with interest, "So confident in him?"