So You Have Loved Me Too

Beige glanced at Ji Anning, and continued to say, "He would hold the puppy and talk for a long time, standing on the balcony in a daze, is what he does most often."

Yes, he is lonely. He likes to stand on the balcony and stays motionless for a long time, not knowing what he is looking at.

He never opened his heart to others, never opened his mind to others, including her.

Ji Anning turned her head to look at beige, a beautiful mixed-race face, exquisite and capable, since the creation of the beautiful city...how it has been four or five years, and she has been with Ji Chicheng for four or five years.

In other words, the time to really get in contact with him is more than her.

So, how has he been in the past two years, what are he doing, have he eaten on time every day, have he slept on time...

Rejecting the urge to ask these questions, she asked with a cold face: "Since you know him so well, don't you like him?"

"..." Beige stunned, and a guilty conscience flashed in her eyes, but she did not dodge because of this, still looking at Ji Anning, "Yes, the boss is an excellent person, I think as long as I have been in contact with him, or No one doesn't like him when I get along, but what I like is only the appreciation of his talent and appearance, and I feel sorry for his loneliness and arrogance that he does not understand."

Ji Anning smiled coldly, "Then you continue to like him, maybe he will like you for a long time."

After speaking, the elevator happened to be on the first floor, and the door opened. She hugged her without looking at the beige face, and stepped out of the elevator decisively.

‘But what I like is only the appreciation of his talent and appearance. I feel sorry for his loneliness and arrogance that he doesn’t know how to show. ’

Envy and grateful.

I am envious of Beige being able to admire and like him with such a red fruit.

I am grateful for her to know so much and feel so sorry for her favorite uncle.

‘He would hold the puppy and talk for a long time, standing in a daze on the balcony, which is what he does most often...’

Her heart was bleeding, but she could only endure the pain and continue walking.

‘Daddy. ’

Ji Chicheng looked at the elevator that Ji Anning and the others were riding in, and still remembered the ‘daddy’ that one after another said to him.

Can't step out, but can't go back.

"How old are you this year?" Charl stared at Ji Chicheng's face for a long time and asked.

His gaze still locked Ji Chicheng's face firmly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Suspiciously exploring something.

"I don't think you need to know it." Ji Chicheng turned his head, returned Chaer coldly, and then raised his foot back to the old man's ward.

Just a few steps away, Char's voice sounded behind him again, "Is your mother's name...Acai?"

Ji Chicheng's footsteps paused, and his slender figure stiffened.

He clenched his fists with both hands and replied in a cold voice, "No."

He continued to walk away.

"Isn't it..." Charles looked at Ji Chicheng's aloof back and muttered to himself, "Like my A Cai."

...

Ji Anning hugged her out of the clinic one after another, not seeing her car, and Char's extended Lincoln was at the door.

The driver standing by the car door saw her and politely opened the car door for her.

She got into the car in a hug, and the little girl was probably tired from tossing. At this moment, she was very comfortable in her arms, with a small hand tightly holding two candies.

She smiled and asked: "There are sugar in abundance."