Chapter 532 Jealous (3)

She lay down, covered herself with a blanket, closed her eyes and quickly squinted.

...

"Daddy."

In his sleep, Ji Chicheng faintly felt something moving on his face, he moved his eyelids, and suddenly a series of soft voices rang in her ears.

He opened his eyes and saw the little girl with disheveled hair. With his lazily bent lips, he put his arms around the little girl's small body, picked her up, hugged her onto the bed, and stuffed her into the quilt. Then with his long arms, Dotingly hugged the little girl tightly.

Smelling the fragrance of milk on her body, it was very beautiful.

"Mommy..." All of them pouted in frustration.

Ji Chicheng raised his head vigilantly, looked at them and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mommy... find..."

As the little girl spoke, she blinked and her eye circles turned red.

Ji Chicheng frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he let go, lifted the quilt and got off the bed, strode out of the room, barefoot.

The door of the opposite room was open, and he went straight in, but there was no sign of Ji Aning on the bed or in the bathroom.

With a livid face, he turned around and ran to the stairs. After a glance, he saw no one in the living room.

He came downstairs, heavy and angry.

Auntie suddenly appeared from the dining room and reminded Ji Chicheng in a low voice: "Mr. Ji, Miss An Ning is sleeping, please keep your voice down."

As she spoke, she pointed to the sofa.

Hearing this, Ji Chicheng's footsteps stopped, and he looked at the sofa again, and found that there was indeed a person lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, curled up.

The anger in my heart was instantly extinguished.

He raised one hand to support the handrail of the stairs, looked at Ji Anning who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, his face softened for a moment, and then returned to coldness.

Hate and annoyed, what are you doing? What are you nervous about?

"Mr. Ji, breakfast is ready."

Auntie's voice sounded from below the stairs again.

Ji Chicheng's thoughts were interrupted, he turned and went upstairs.

"Daddy."

They came out of the room one after another, also barefoot, with one leg of their pajama pants rolled up, sloppy.

Ji Chicheng walked over quickly and picked her up.

"Mommy!" They all pouted and looked at Ji Chicheng with tears in their eyes.

Ji Chicheng stretched out his hand, and pinched the little girl's face with a smile, "She's downstairs."

When the little girl heard this, she immediately beamed with joy.

Ji Chicheng also smiled, but his eyes were still cold.

Back in the room, took a shower, dressed neatly, and went downstairs with his arms in his arms.

After going down a few steps, Ji Chicheng looked at the sofa, but the person lying on the sofa was gone, and he looked away coldly.

Downstairs, he went straight to the restaurant.

"The temperature of the milk is just right, there is no need to heat it up."

Entering the door, Ji Chicheng saw Ji Aning in pajamas at a glance, with long hair hanging loose, half of it fell to her chest as she bent down.

While laying out the knife and fork, she was discussing the temperature of the milk with her aunt.

"Mommy!"

Seeing her one after another, they shouted happily.

Ji Anning raised her head, turned around, and seeing the father and daughter, the joyous smile on her face that was originally unscrupulous and happy subsided a little.

Then she put her gaze on one person, and her smile resumed, "Yuan, come and have breakfast."

She didn't dare to look at Ji Chicheng's face anymore, and didn't dare to look at his dark, dark eyes full of coldness.

She avoided it very deliberately.

The coldness on Ji Chicheng's face deepened, he bent down and put them down, looked at Ji Anning again, and said coldly, "You'd better remember what I said to you when you came in."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.