Chapter 529： The awkward cohabitation life (9)

The lights in the living room are on, but all the rooms on the second floor are dark. Ji Anning hugged them and stood nervously outside the courtyard.

She didn't know what punishment Ji Chicheng would give her when she came back so late.

After brewing for a while, she lifted her foot and walked into the house, holding her in one hand and the suitcase in the other.

"Miss Anning is back." As soon as she entered the door, the servant greeted her.

Ji Anning nodded lightly and handed the suitcase in her hand to the servant. Ji Chicheng was not in the living room, so she looked towards the dining room.

The servant saw what she was looking for, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji has not returned yet."

Upon hearing this, Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief.

They took a shower, coaxed her to fall asleep, and then looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock, she ran to the living room to take a look, Ji Chicheng has not yet returned.

She hadn't recovered from her cold, and her head was sore right now. She took a cup of water into the restaurant and poured a cup of hot water, ready to go upstairs to sleep.

Suddenly a strong light came in from the living room window, and she stopped and heard the sound of the car stalling.

Uncle is back!

Ji Anning was shocked and wanted to go upstairs quickly and avoid Ji Chicheng.

"Boss, be careful."

Suddenly a beige sound came from outside the door, Ji Anning stopped, turned around, and approached the door exploratively.

"When you get home, it won't be uncomfortable to drink some sober soup later."

The beige voice reached the gate.

he's drunk? Ji Anning quickened his pace, and walked into the house staggeringly, holding Ji Chicheng in beige.

Ji Chicheng's tall and heavy body was completely pressed against the thin beige body. He was not wearing a jacket, his white shirt was wrinkled and crumpled, and a few buttons were open.

The collarbone and chest muscles were exposed, and the skin on his body was as white as his face.

One piece is probably because it was held up by someone like this, and it became red.

Ji Anning stared blankly at Beige as he helped Ji Chicheng walk past her, leaving her with a strong smell of wine.

"Miss Anning, come and help."

Beige put Ji Chicheng on the sofa. Zi couldn't stand firmly and was dragged down by Ji Chicheng. Ji Chicheng took advantage of the situation and hooked her neck. She couldn't escape, and asked Ji Anning for help.

That picture, so ambiguous, Ji Anning couldn't control pantothenic acid in her heart, and should have gone upstairs, regardless of his business.

But he didn't listen to his steps and walked over.

She bent over, stretched out her hands, ready to grab Ji Chicheng's arms, and inadvertently swept her eyes to the back of his shoulder. On the white shirt, the woman's lip prints were clearly dazzling.

Her outstretched hands trembled slightly.

"Miss An Ning, come and take care of it. I'll cook a cup of sober soup." Beige took a lot of effort and broke away Ji Chicheng's arm.

After confessing to Ji Anning, she went to the kitchen.

After Beige left, the man suddenly felt at ease. He turned over and lay on his back, with his chest partially covered, one after another because of breathing.

Under the light, his handsome face looked pale and frowned, telling Ji Anning that he was uncomfortable now.

"Uncle." Ji Anning slowly squatted down and reached Ji Chicheng's face, with a hand stretched out to his forehead, trying to ease the pain and sorrow that caused him.

"what are you doing?"

Just as Ji Anning's fingers touched Ji Chicheng's eyebrows, Ji Chicheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands clasped Ji Anning's wrist at the same time.

A pair of drunk and hazy eyes stared at Ji Anning with anger.