Chapter 382： Friendship Boat (5)

This is not the point, but the point is that she sounds familiar...very familiar.

It came from directly in front of them, and she instinctively raised her head to look over, a familiar face caught her eye.

Her face turned pale instantly.

The familiar figure gradually walked over, Ji Anning recovered from the shock, stepped back, and wanted to turn around, but Ji Chicheng held her hand tightly.

"Uncle." She looked at him pleadingly.

But he didn't look at her, holding her hand firmly, as if his mind was determined, Ji Anning shook his head, "No...no."

"Lisa."

The familiar voice was so close, Ji Anning knew that she couldn't hide. She raised her head and looked at it, just in time to meet Yang Danning's gaze.

She wore a red and white dress with a thin white fur waistcoat. She was ostentatious and noble. From top to bottom, even the footsteps were full of confidence.

Seeing Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng, her footsteps stopped abruptly, and her eyes slowly moved from their faces to the hands they held together.

"Dan..."

Ji Anning wanted to come forward, but was dragged back by Ji Chicheng domineeringly, and now he directly hugged her waist.

This is more obvious.

Yang Danning looked at her, trembling all over, she raised her head and raised her eyebrows at Ji Anning coldly, "Ji Anning? Would you not explain?"

Lisa, who was standing next to her, didn't know, so she looked at Ji Anning and then Yang Danning. She curiously asked, "Do you know each other?"

"Yes, I know." Yang Danning nodded, "and I'm very familiar."

She gritted her teeth suddenly, raised the gift glass, and poured it over at Ji Anning.

Ji Anning didn't dodge, and wanted to endure it, but the man beside her flashed in front of her, blocking her strictly.

The glass of wine in Yang Danning's hand was all spilled on Ji Chicheng's chest. The red liquid instantly infected the collar of his white shirt, and the chin was also spilled, dripping drop by drop.

Not only Ji Anning, but Qi Helian was shocked, "Chi Cheng."

"Uncle." Ji Anning yelled in shock, instinctively reaching out to help Ji Chicheng wipe the wine off his chin.

Thinking of Yang Danning, her hand trembled, and she quickly took it back, looking at Yang Danning again, "Danning I..."

She opened her mouth to explain, but she didn't know how to explain.

It is a fact that she likes the person she has liked since childhood. It is also a fact that she is with the person she likes.

She couldn't argue.

Seeing her hesitating to say something, she lowered her head, as if she didn't even want to explain, Yang Danning got out of control and yelled at her, "What are you Ji Anning? You gave me an explanation. The simple relationship between uncle and nephew?"

Ji Anning shook his head lightly, "No."

He didn't excuse himself too much, just bowed his head in an apologetic attitude.

Yang Danning's eyes blushed, "Ji Anning, it turns out that you have been playing tricks on me, turning me around."

"I didn't." Ji Anning shook his head and raised his face.

But after speaking, she regretted it again, she was angry, how could she believe her words.

Now she should only believe what she thought and guessed.

Yang Danning's roar attracted the attention of many people, and the hall suddenly became quiet, and Ji Anning was scared to hide behind Ji Chicheng.