Chapter 136： Cohabitation by Force (Eighty One)

Then she raised her head and looked at it. The room on the fourth floor facing her, the light was not on, there should be no one.

The security guard was still looking for it. Suddenly, a beam of light shone on, and Ji Anning held his breath nervously and kept his body motionless.

When a certain crew is filming and the stuntman jumps off the building, it is 80% likely to be posted on the Internet. Her part-time job will be exposed, and the crew may also be a crew that makes unhealthy works.

That would really discredit the Ji family, Ji Chicheng is not very dead.

Ah! Ji Anning, at this time, what you are worried about is Ji Chicheng's eyes on you.

The sweat on her forehead was like a bean, and she slid down her cheeks. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, she felt cold. She raised her head and looked at the moon in the sky. Her small face was pale as paper, and the corners of her mouth were self-deprecating, sour and astringent. Astringent.

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In the living room, with brightly lit lights, Ji Chicheng sat on the sofa to watch the news about the military channel that a certain country has started a nuclear weapons program with the old man. As time passed, he became more and more absent-minded.

Glancing at the big clock in the living room, it was past nine o'clock. He frowned slightly, reached out his hand to pick up the phone, slender fingers, and skillfully dialed out a series of numbers, but his action stopped above the dial button.

After hesitating, he pressed home again.

Looking down, holding the phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on a certain place, thoughtfully.

"Chicheng, what are you thinking?"

The old man suddenly turned his head to look at him, Ji Chicheng immediately put away his thoughts, and smiled at the old man, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that there was still something to do, so I went upstairs first."

After speaking, he got up and went upstairs quickly.

The second floor was very quiet, passing by Ji Anning's room, Ji Chicheng's footsteps paused slightly, and he glanced at the door that Ji Anning closed. Then he raised his foot and continued to walk to his room.

How many times... How many times did his steps stop at the door of her room, how many times did he stand on the balcony, watching the lights in her room turn on and off.

As it is now, it is dark, and when it suddenly lights up, his whole heart seems to light up with it.

Ji Chicheng leaned on the railing, looking at the window of Ji Anning's room, his eyes were dark, deeper than this night.

Suddenly, the cell phone in the room rang, and the familiar ringtone pulled him back from the memory. He walked away without rush, entered the room, walked to the table and looked down at the caller ID on the phone.

Qi Helian.

He did not pick up the phone, answered the phone and pressed the speakerphone, then she bent down and sat down on the bed, leaning lazily against the head of the bed, and she waited for Qi Helian to speak.

"Have your niece come home?"

Qi Helian's tone was a bit nervous, Ji Chicheng's spirit also followed him tightly, "What are you doing?"

He reached out and picked up the phone to his ear, sitting up straight.

"I just heard that Zhang Anyong was filming at Mingyue Hotel, and a stuntman named Li Nianjia, the name your nephew and daughter-in-law used outside..."

Before Qi Helian finished speaking, Ji Chicheng had already rushed out of the room. He was very nervous and opened the door with a lot of action. Qi Helian heard the sound on the phone and kept feeding there.

Ji Chicheng went downstairs and walked hurriedly towards the gate. The old man sitting on the sofa felt that something was wrong when he saw it. He got up and asked him nervously, "Chicheng, what's the matter?"

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