Ji Anning nodded, wondering how this person named Booker knew her, and Booker continued: "I have seen the cover of a magazine you took, and I heard Beige mentioned you. I saw you standing at the door just now and thought I had admitted the wrong person."

So, she said, Ji Chicheng's employees, except for Beige, she has not seen anyone else, how did this person know her.

She smiled and nodded, "Hello."

"One after another." Booker looked down at one after another.

They raised their heads and called him politely, "Uncle Booker."

They all knew it too, it should not be a liar, Ji Anning relaxed his vigilance against this man who took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Belleville, she couldn't help looking at the store in Belleville again, and Booker looked at her suspiciously: "Miss Anning, why are you walking here alone? What about the boss?"

"I brought them here to play." Ji Anning withdrew his gaze, and answered Booker's question gently.

Booker nodded and noticed the big bag in Ji Anning's hand, "Why are you carrying so many things?"

"Just bought it." Ji Anning replied faintly. People came and went on the street. She didn't want to stand here, she was about to say goodbye to Booker.

Booker's voice suddenly rushed in front of her, "You are carrying so many things. It is not convenient to carry so many things. It is better to put them in the store, and take them from here when you go back, or when the boss comes to the store go."

"Do not……"

Ji Anning instinctively refused, and Booker interrupted her voice again, "If you don't carry so many things, you can take care of them better."

"no need."

Ji Anning resolutely refused, and then she nodded slightly to thank Booker, then turned around and drove away quickly.

To the other side of the street.

She walked quickly, and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Mummy."

Hearing the grievances of the little girl, Ji Anning finally realized that she stopped and looked down at them.

One after another raised their heads, tilted their necks, looking at Ji Anning's red eyes in confusion, Ji Anning bent over, put down the bag in his hand, and hugged his hands tightly, "I'm sorry."

I owe her too much, since she was a child until now.

"Mummy." They didn't know what was going on, staring at their big round eyes, their eyes flickering innocently.

Ji Anning sniffed, let go of her hand, choked and smiled at her, "Mommy just asked you to call me something?"

"Sister." They shouted sweetly, and then repeated, "Pretty sister."

"Really good." Ji Anning touched their heads, and then reached out to carry the bag that was just put on the ground, but touched a hand.

Her heart trembled and her head jerked up.

The man bends down slightly, bows his head, looking at her with melancholy eyes.

Ji Anning straightened up, hugged the man's waist, buried his face in front of his chest, clenched a fist in one hand, and slammed the man's back vigorously, "We said yes, did you forget? Did you forget? Yet?"

She was depressed too painfully.

The man raised his hand and gently stroked the back of Ji Anning's head. With a deep voice, he said distressedly: "I thought...that would make you feel better."

Ji Anning finally couldn't help it, buried his head on Ji Chicheng's chest, and burst into tears on the bustling street in L City.

Ji Chicheng hugged her head, lowered his head, and looked up at them. He didn't know why.