Chapter 384： Friendship Boat (7)

‘Puff’

Ji Anning finally couldn't help but laughed. She covered her mouth with one hand, and slammed Ji Chicheng's shoulder with her fist, "It's necrotic for you."

Ji Chicheng raised her eyebrows solemnly, "Did you love me to death?"

Ji Anning: "..."

The lights jumped, and the car restarted. Ji Anning followed Ji Chicheng to look forward to the road. In his eyes with a layer of mist, the lights of the city were reflected, which was endless melancholy.

Is their scornful relationship finally known to the world?

She turned her head to look at Ji Chicheng again, no matter when and from any angle, he could always surprise her eyes and let her fall to him.

"Hey." After a while, Ji Anning sighed, "You turned me into a selfish villain."

Ji Chicheng said, "One day you will know that I am worthy of you to give up everything that you are messed up."

When Ji Anning heard the words, she couldn't comment with a smile.

Although his words sounded arrogant, it was indeed like that. How could he not be worth it because he was so good.

...

In the next two days, N city was shining brightly. Ji Chicheng would go out every morning and go home in the afternoon to accompany Ji Anning.

The room was well heated. Ji Anning was wearing a wide cartoon home clothes, sitting cross-legged on a plush cushion beside the bed, holding a white plush object, holding its little paw, and teasing it.

'Tuk tuk tuk'

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The door did not close. When she looked up, the knocker had already entered.

Ji Anning was taken aback in surprise.

"Dan Ning." After reacting, she quickly put the puppy down, put her hands on the edge of the bed, and stood up.

Yang Danning didn't wear shoes on his feet, and he was naked with the soles of his socks, walking without any sound.

She carried an orange Hermes bag in her hand, and she was also wearing a famous brand. As she walked towards Ji Anning, she looked at the corners of the room, stitching stitches.

Hanging on the coat rack were the white shirt that Ji Chicheng wore yesterday, along with one of his leather belts, and the smoky gray sheets were covered in a mess.

The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and even Ji Anning's beautiful face seemed to be particularly bright.

Yang Danning squeezed the straps tightly with both hands and looked at Ji Anning bitterly, "Ji Anning, are you afraid of thunder and lightning?"

"Dan Ning, I'm sorry." Ji Anning lowered his head apologetically.

For nothing else, she directed Yang Danning's kindness to her since she was young, and she had to say this'I'm sorry'.

Whether she scolds or fights, as long as she can let go.

Here is the room where Ji Chicheng has lived for three years. The air is full of his breath. You can even imagine the cozy picture of him sitting on the balcony and reading.

Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as him.

The more I thought about it, the more unbalanced my heart became, the more I felt uneasy, the stronger his possessiveness, and Yang Danning controlled it and stopped thinking about it.

Turning his gaze away from Ji Chicheng's belongings, he sneered at Ji Anning, "Heh, you told me I couldn't control him, meaning that only you can control it?"

Ji Anning didn't know how to reply to her, she shook her head, she didn't believe it, not even nodding.

Can't find words to defend herself, so she can only lower her head and let her vent.

Seeing her not speaking, Yang Danning approached again, "Since I was little, I have not been thin to you, am I? Why are you treating me this way?"

Her voice grew louder with emotions, "Don't you know I like him?"