Chapter 1389

Ji Ziming looked at Pei GE's gallant way of serving dishes to Xiao Jichi. The coldness in his eyes increased a bit, and the chopsticks stretched out to the plate more often.

Pei Ge looked at Ji Ziming and stared at the plate of cucumbers. It was clear that there were still some in the bowl, but he had to clip some more.

"You haven't finished your bowl yet." Peggy whispered.

"Yes." Ji Ziming didn't look up. His sculptural facial features were light, but his action of holding vegetables in his hand was faster.

"Dad, you're almost finished." Ran Ran chuckled unhappily.

"Huh?" Ji Ziming's narrow eyes narrowed, and his deep eyes looked at the dish of cucumbers on the table, staring at Xiao Jichi along the direction of the table.

Xiao Jichi accepted Ji Ziming's eyes and quickly ate the porridge in the bowl. He put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran upstairs.

"Oh, baby, slow down. Are you full?" Ji's mother looked at Ji Chi like a mouse sees a cat. She didn't dare to look at Ji Ziming. She turned to Ji Ziming and said, "Ziming, if you do this again, you'll scare the baby."

"It's best to be scared." Ji Ziming's eyebrows were light, and his speed of cooking slowed down.

"Zi Ming! That's your son, too!" Looking at his son's attitude towards Xiao Jichi, he complained, "the baby is timid. If you scare him, I won't finish with you."

"Good." It's best to scare him. In this way, Peige's dishes are his and her eyes are his.

"What's good? If you really scare the baby, I'll..." mother Ji was speechless for a moment and couldn't think of anything.

"No, Zi Ming won't." Qu jingwan put down the dishes and chopsticks and looked at Ji's mother. The corners of her lips smiled brightly and gently, "Ziming, don't you think so?"

Ji Ziming didn't look up at Qu jingwan. The coldness in his eyes was deep. He couldn't see the emotional waves clearly at the bottom of his deep eyes, "I don't know."

"Dad, if you eat this spareribs, mom's cooking is delicious." Ran Ran picked up the ribs in front of him and put them into Ji Ziming's bowl. He leaned sweetly against Ji Ziming and almost didn't sit down on the stool. Fortunately, Ji Ziming followed him.

"Be careful." Ji Ziming said with concern.

"Ran Ran, did you hit anything? Let mom have a look." Peige quickly pulled back his chair to check Ranran's injury.

"No, Dad held me well." Ran Ran's beautiful big eyes blinked at Peige and said with a sweet smile, "Mom, it doesn't matter to me."

"OK, it's all right." Pei Ge gave Ji Ziming a reassuring look. Qu jingwan looked in her eyes and made a little more effort to hold the chopsticks. Even if she doesn't love Ji Ziming now, at least she is also the nominal young lady of the Ji family.

"Don't worry." Ji Ziming's voice was cold, and his deep, inky eyes looked at Pei Ge. "There's no rice in my bowl."

Peige looked down and found that Ji Ziming had already eaten the bowl clean. "I'll fill it for you now."

"You don't have to pretend. I'll pack rice for Ziming."

"Oh, good."

In the face of Qu jingwan's hospitality, Peige didn't refuse. The story of the family really began in the long future.

"Zi Ming, do you want a bowl or half?" Qu jingwan took an empty bowl and looked at the rice in the pot, because she didn't know how much Ji Ziming ate long after she came to Ji's house.

"No more." Ji Ziming replied coldly after eating the ribs that Ran Ran put on the plate.

"You just..." Qu jingwan frowned and came to be his servant with good intentions. As a result, he didn't say anything with a cold face. Even she, Miss Qu family, didn't pay attention to her.

"I don't want to eat now." Ji Ziming stared at Pei Ge with long narrow eyes. "Come to my room in the evening. I have something to tell you."

"Oh." Pei Ge whispered in her heart, why should she go at night? She was still talking at the dinner table. It was unclear why she was facing Qu jingwan and Ji's mother.

"Mom, you eat. I'm full and have a rest upstairs." Ji Ziming stood up, straightened his cuffs and walked back to his room.

"Yes." Ji's mother whispered back.

When Pei Ge came into Ji Ziming's room at night, he found that he had just taken a bath, leaned on the sofa in silk pajamas and read the company's documents, "come in?"

Ji Ziming didn't look back. Pei Ge pushed the half closed room away. He asked directly.

"How do you know it's mine?"

"I smell you."

After listening, Peige smelled the smell on her body. She really didn't smell anything except the faint smell of rice.

"Your nose is so sharp." Pei Ge walked into the room and sat on the sofa opposite Ji Ziming. In his beautiful eyes, the water waves turned gently, like the streamer at night.

"Isn't your little pepper spicy?" Ji Ziming turned over the document in his hand and continued to look at it.

"You're pepper."

What kind of person? How can anyone describe a person like that? She's chili. What's he, chili?

Thinking so, Peggy laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

I don't know when Ji Ziming has looked up at her. Her inky eyes are staring at Pei Ge. She can't see what she's thinking at the bottom of her heart.

"Nothing, nothing." Peige hurriedly explained that if he knew this, he didn't know what would happen.

Ji Ziming rushed forward, holding Peige's chin in his right hand. The cold light in his eyes was like an ice arrow, shooting at Peige, and the cold air around him was approaching.

"Say!"

"Let go, you hurt me." Pei Ge quickly beat Ji Ziming's hand and rubbed his chin. "If you try harder, my chin will be useless."

"Then what did you say you just laughed at?"

"I'm not laughing at anything."

"Do you say it or not?"

"Well, well, I said, I'm really afraid of you." Pei Gebai glanced at Ji Ziming and said, "didn't you say I was pepper? I was thinking I was pepper. What are you?"

"Hum!" So it was. He thought she was thinking.

"It doesn't matter what I am." Ji Ziming sat back on the sofa, picked up the document and continued to look at it.

"Yes, you don't matter."

"Wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm important to you."

"I don't think so." Pei Ge stood up. Instead of wasting time quarrelling with Ji Ziming here, he might as well go back and have a good time with two Mengbao. "There's nothing wrong with you looking for me, then I'll go back to my room."

"Stop."

"Why?"

Ji Ziming stood up and threw pegra on the bed. "How can it be all right?"

Ji Ziming's eyes sent out a dangerous signal. The corners of his lips curved with evil spirits and looked down at Peige from top to bottom. "Isn't this a thing?"

The woman in front of him fascinates him as he first met. Her pink face makes him pinch it inadvertently. Wearing Chanel's new checked skirt this summer, her legs are slender, her white skin feels smooth, like a rare delicacy, which makes him feel compelled to taste.