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"I'm here."

When approaching the hotel, Ji Anning took out her cell phone and texted Ji Chicheng, saying that she had arrived.

In the past, when she sent him a pick message, she always added a title in front of it, but now she doesn't add it. Those two words are taboos, and she doesn't want to touch it.

Ji Chicheng also came back with the word ‘good’.

Seeing this word, Ji Anning recalled the voice he had in his ears in the past. He was quiet and reticent, but often a single word made people feel like spring breeze.

Thinking about it, she stretched out her hand to open the window, and the cold wind blew in and brushed across her face, it was very cold, without the slightest imaginary feeling.

She tilted her neck, and after a while, her face was flushed without Fendai.

"Madam, here it is."

Ji Anning looked out of the window and she was completely unaware when she arrived at the hotel entrance. The driver reminded her that she recovered her senses. After a glance outside, she immediately smiled and nodded to the driver, "Okay, thank you, please be here for a while. wait for me."

Saying hello to the driver, Ji Anning opened the door and got out of the car.

"Mummy."

As soon as Ji Anning got up, he heard the crisp and tender voices calling her. The fatigue on her face was swept away, and she looked in the direction of the sound.

The little girl was wearing a light rose red sleeveless woolen dress, lined with a white cashmere sweater, and hurried towards her.

She bent over, opened her arms to meet her, picked up the little girl, and kissed her cheek again.

I haven't seen him for a few days, the little guy seems to be a little fatter, with a pink face, and the smell of milk on his body. Ji Anning's eye sockets become moist every time he kisses him.

"Daddy." Pointing to the direction where she just ran.

Ji Anning raised his head and looked over. Ji Chicheng's tall figure was walking towards them. It was rare that he changed to a suit of another color, dark blue, and his shirt was still white.

Without a tie, his hands were still casually placed in the pockets of straight trousers. When he approached, Ji Anning curled his lips and smiled at him, "I will take her to play and bring it to you at night."

Ji Chicheng walked to a distance of two steps from Ji Anning and stopped, looked at her, and nodded gently, "...OK."

It was a bit more vicissitudes of life than the voice in her memory, but it was still so beautiful, but she could no longer act coquettishly, only to conceal all distractions with a smile.

Be stronger, but just can't hug him, just can't kiss him, but he doesn't belong to her anymore...

He is still him, she can see and think.

The arc of Ji Anning's lips stretched wider and wider, and Ji Chicheng suddenly stretched out his hand and moved forward slowly towards her face, but stopped when he was about to touch her.

As if suddenly awake, he retracted his hand, looked at her cheeks that had been blushed from the driving window just now, and said in a gentle voice: "There is wind today, why not wear a mask."

"It's not cold." Ji Anning shook her head, the curvature of her lips remained the same, but her eye circles were already red. She sniffed and said with a smile: "I'll go first, and I will give it to you when they come in Call."

She immediately turned around and walked to the taxi she had just taken.

"Daddy."

They were lying on Ji Anning's shoulders, pouting their mouths and looking at Ji Chicheng who was standing on the spot, with a hint of sadness in the Nuo voice.

Ji Anning's heart twitched, she quickened her pace, and suddenly a familiar woman's voice came from behind, "Aren't your family of three going to play together?"