'Hiss'

When she went down the next step, her hand pressed against a small glass slag, and she trembled slightly in pain.

Then she spread out the palm of her hand, and the glass shards were embedded in her flesh, and the bright red blood oozed out rapidly.

She threw away the rag.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps behind her, and she turned to look.

The man's good-looking hand was holding a glass filled with water, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

The look in his eyes is noble indifference.

He approached step by step and walked past Ji Anning's side.

The sound of heavy footsteps seemed to be stepping on Ji Anning's heart, and her heart sank uncontrollably.

'Smack'

When the man reached the fourth step above her, his fingers loosened slightly, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

A full glass of water flowed down from above, and a few drops splashed on Ji Anning's face.

She looked at the man who continued to walk up without looking back in a daze, and when the cup in his hand fell to the ground, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The water trickled down to her knees, and she felt the coolness before she slowly withdrew her gaze.

Looking down at the reflection of herself in the puddle of water beside her knees, she bent her lips and smiled brighter than the sun, stinging her eyes.

……

"Grandpa, thank you."

"I won't allow that next time."

"I see."

Ji Chicheng gently pushed open the door of the old man's room, and the voices of Ji Xiangting and the old man came from the house.

He paused slightly.

But Ji Zhengdao was still keenly aware that someone was coming, looked at the door, and when he saw Ji Chicheng, his old face immediately smiled kindly.

"Chengcheng."

He put down the book in his hand, got up and greeted him with a smile.

"Dad." Ji Chicheng bowed slightly to the old man, and then looked at Ji Xiangting behind him.

A touch of coldness flashed quickly under his deep eyes.

Ji Xiangting looked at him with a slight smile, "Uncle." ”

For this arrogant uncle who has no one in her eyes, she has always wanted to curry favor.

After all, in this family, the only one who can compete with Ji Jingfeng is him.

Ji Chicheng didn't respond to Ji Xiangting, and looked away from her face indifferently.

Seeing this, the old man glanced back and said to Ji Xiangting: "Tingting, you go out first." ”

"Okay."

Ji Xiangting answered, and then left, when she passed by Ji Chicheng, she gritted her teeth and twisted her eyebrows hatefully.

Every time, she put a hot face on his cold ass.

When Ji Xiangting went out and closed the door, Ji Zhengdao took Ji Chicheng's arm, walked to the sofa, and asked him with a slight smile as he walked, "When you first took office, are you still used to it in school?" ”

Ji Chicheng nodded, and let out a faint "um".

"Hungry or not? I'll make you a bowl of noodles. ”

Ji Zhengdao suddenly stopped, looked at Ji Chicheng and asked.

He often cooks for Ji Chicheng alone, and this kind of treatment is only Ji Chicheng alone.

"I'm not hungry, go to bed early, I'll go back to my room to take a shower."

Walking to the sofa, Ji Chicheng didn't sit down, said hello to Ji Zhengdao and left.

The old man did not keep him, sent him to the door of the room, and greeted him like a child: "Go to bed early, the milk is in the incubator, remember to drink it." ”

"Hmm."

Ji Chicheng nodded and walked towards his room.

When the old man closed the door, he stepped out, paused, and then fell.