Chapter 306 Knocking on the Door in the Middle of the Night (24)

Then he put down his cup, looked at Ji Chicheng, frowned and said with a heavy heart, "Chicheng, what do you think about keeping the child in peace?"

Hearing Ji Anning's name, Ji Chicheng paused almost reflexively, and suspicion flashed across his deep eyes.

Then he moved his lips, and replied nonchalantly: "It's not good to say."

Then he picked up the teacup, put it to his mouth, and made a slight sipping movement. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the old man beside him, secretly trying to figure out what the old man was thinking.

The old man nodded and said earnestly, "Yes, she is a good child. She came into our house when she was six years old and endured the humiliation until today."

As he spoke, his brows were deeply furrowed, his expression very complicated.

Hearing the words, Ji Chicheng raised his mouth slightly, looked at the old man, raised his eyebrows slightly, "So you old man suddenly felt guilty?"

The old man gritted his teeth angrily, and answered irrelevantly, "Jing Feng is too disappointing."

When Ji Jingfeng was mentioned, Ji Chicheng's face turned cold, and his black eyes, like a thousand-year-old deep pool, seemed to be covered with a layer of frost in an instant, and the cold light flashed.

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and a sneer curled up on the corner of his mouth, "So you old man also realizes that your grandson is a scumbag?"

It has nothing to do with the old man, it is completely aimed at Ji Jingfeng.

Thinking of almost never seeing An Ning again, thinking of his and An Ning's first child, even killing him would not relieve her hatred.

Hearing Ji Chicheng's sarcasm, the old man showed embarrassment, and he said: "But I think he is...my grandson, if he is allowed to stay with that woman outside, he will be a loser to our Ji family." people."

His tone sounded a little forced.

Ji Chicheng didn't speculate carefully, but only understood what he meant, and said coldly: "Your old man has his own ideas."

"It would be great if your second brother was here." Thinking of his deceased son, Ji Zhengdao couldn't hide his grief, his vicissitudes of life became even older.

After all, it was his father who doted on him, Ji Chi couldn't help feeling distressed, he reached out to pick up the teapot, helped the old man fill up the teacup, then handed it to him, and said lightly: "Everyone has the right to choose marriage, it's you Too much interference."

"Hmph." The old man's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "He must be with An Ning, otherwise he won't want a single cent of the Ji family."

The serious and resolute tone did not seem to be threatening at all, not to mention that Ji Jingfeng was not present, so there was no need for him to point at him.

Ji Chicheng tightened his fingers, if there was a little bit of internal force, the cup in his hand would have shattered.

He looked at the old man and frowned.

'Uncle, keep it secret, keep it secret first, if you don't keep it secret, I will ignore you. '

‘Uncle, I’m scared, I’m not ready yet, give me a little more time, okay? '

He pursed his lips tightly, holding the water glass in his hand, the water in it was rippling.

Seeing Ji Chicheng staring at him, the old man seemed a little guilty, avoided his gaze, and raised his voice, "What did the fortune teller say back then?"

Ji Chicheng still pursed his lips, his face became more and more serious, he put down the old man's water glass, picked up his own again, and drank it with his head raised.

He reached out and continued pouring water.

The old man went on to say: "The fortune teller said that this girl is the medicine to save his life, and also the only good match that can prosper him, and if she enters the house peacefully, his health will be fine, so I would rather believe it if I tell the fortune. "