Chapter 172： The child is mine (eight)

He is wearing a bathrobe, and the belt on his waist is casually tied, loose, and he is holding a red wine glass in one hand and the balcony railing in the other, which is so comfortable.

Seeing Ji Anning, a touch of surprise flashed across his handsome face, and then his deep black eyes gradually filled with a satisfied smile.

However... before the smile surfaced, Ji Anning raised the bird's nest porridge in his hand and smashed his teeth against him.

Ji Chicheng moved quickly with eyesight, tilted his head to avoid the white porcelain cup that hit him, the white porcelain cup brushed past him, fell to the ground, and broke.

He turned around and looked at the broken white porcelain cup and the bird's nest porridge flowing on the ground, his handsome face sank, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

Turning around again, there is no way to see Ji Anning's figure. The window in her room was closed and even the curtains were closed.

He clenched fists with annoyed hands.

This dead girl, splashing him with a glass of water is not enough, and now he has to hit him with a bowl.

What he gave her was the best, everything was given to her. Isn't it better than a scumbag Ji Jingfeng who blatantly steals in front of her?

Does she hate him so much?

Heh, it seems that she is going to completely cut off her thoughts, and let her die the heart of being Mrs. Sun Shao of the Ji family.

Ji Chicheng made up his mind, turned around angrily, strode into the room, and walked straight to the door.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, and he endured his footsteps, and finally stopped, walked over and picked up the mobile phone, and the caller ID showed "Xiang Yiqing".

He answered and put it to his ear, "What's the matter?"

"How's Anning?" Xiang Yiqing started to care about Ji Anning.

Ji Chicheng's tone was cold, with a bit of a young master's temper, "I'm in a good spirit. She can throw six meters of things with a pound of weight."

As he said that, he looked back at the balcony. The fragments of the white porcelain cup on the ground, if not an obstacle, were definitely more than ten meters.

This answer is considered to be a high IQ item Yiqing, and he didn't react for a while, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Xiang Yiqing, why should you care about her?" Ji Chicheng realized afterwards that Xiang Yiqing was concerned about Ji Anning.

He was very upset.

Xiang Yiqing hurriedly explained, "Isn't she pregnant? You know how to write garbled data and study game technology. You definitely don’t have common sense in this area. I just want to remind you that women’s emotions are not very stable during pregnancy. Anger is easy to explode. Some people have pregnancy reactions and vomit particularly badly. Usually during this period, they like to eat sour or spicy foods. These are all pregnancy reactions."

He was sure that Ji Chicheng didn't know the most basic common sense.

Emotionally unstable, irritable and explosive? Love sour or spicy? Ji Chicheng flashed in his mind the scene of Ji Anning putting hot sauce into the bowl and hitting him with bird's nest porridge.

Focusing on his eyes for a moment, he asked Xiang Yiqing, "Then they will hit someone?"

"What? You were beaten?"

Xiang Yiqing's tone was calm, with a hint of gloat.

Ji Chicheng replied coldly: "I'll just ask."

Being splashed with water on his face does not count as being beaten, at best it is being splashed.

Xiang Yi chuckled and said, "Women are all squeamish and hypocritical, and they are not happy anymore. Actually beating you is acting like a baby. At this time, you must cooperate. If you cooperate, she will feel comfortable.

Then shouldn't he hide? Ji Chicheng frowned and looked at the fragments of the white porcelain cup on the balcony floor again, regretting the agility and thoroughness of hiding just now.