Chapter 665 It's Not Your Turn (3)

There are constant sound of firecrackers outside, and there is a strong New Year flavor everywhere.

Ji Chicheng took his coat and walked to the gate with heavy strides. At some point outside, snowflakes began to fall again.

He saw the fountain in the distance at a glance, and couldn't help flashing in his mind the bustling scene when he first came to this house.

"Chicheng, look at this fountain, do you like it?"

"Father specially asked someone to build it for you."

"In the future, if you like it, turn it on, and if you don't like it, turn it off."

He stood on the steps, snowflakes were boiling in the air, and a biting cool wind blew, interrupting his thoughts. He looked at the fountain again, and compared with the picture recalled in his mind just now, it was so bleak.

There is a feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

At this moment, the butler came back from the outside, and when he reached the steps, he bowed his waist and asked Ji Chicheng while putting away his umbrella: "Young master, are you going out?"

"Turn on the fountain."

Ji Chicheng lightly gave instructions to the butler, then lifted his foot and stepped down the steps, he directly fucked and walked through the snow.

Seeing this, the butler immediately chased after him, and opened the umbrella to cover him, "Young Master, it's snowing heavily at the moment, you'd better put on the umbrella."

"No need." Ji Chicheng quickened his pace, passing by the fountain, he turned around and repeated to the housekeeper, "The fountain is always on, give them a few days off and go home."

The key point is not to follow him anymore, standing in place, nodding to Ji Chicheng in a daze, "Oh, yes, I understand."

Seeing the figure of Ji Chicheng walking away, the old butler's eyes could not help but mist, "Oh, the young master seems to have grown up suddenly."

Ji Chicheng never talked to them before, but now he still thinks about the Chinese New Year holiday.

...

"An Ning, how are you doing?"

Hot...so hot.

Ji Anning was drowsy, feeling extremely hot, but she couldn't open her eyes. Someone was calling her, a familiar voice, but she just couldn't wake up.

She nervously raised her hands and waved them in the air. Her lips seemed to be cracked, as if she was in a waterless desert. She opened her mouth longingly, "Thirsty, I want to drink water."

"Peace, peace."

There were still people calling her incessantly, the voice seemed to be closer, her hand suddenly stretched out towards the direction of the voice, grabbed something, and pulled it hard, "Uncle."

Caught off guard, the man was dragged to the ground, his heavy body pressed against her body, she hugged him tightly with both hands, and the pleasant fragrance penetrated into her nose.

If there seems to be nothing, it is as if it is not.

"Uncle, why are you my uncle?"

Ji Anning began to cry, crying very sadly, she sniffed, and tightened her arms a little more.

Her sobbing became louder and louder, like a child releasing her grievances, Qi Helian raised his head in distress, facing Ji Anning's face, he didn't see her eyes open, only big teardrops running down her cheeks The corners of his eyes kept sliding down.

Seeing the throbbing pain in his heart, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears she just shed with his fingertips, but they kept flowing.

"You don't love me anymore, you don't like me anymore."

Ji Anning speaks incoherently, but every word is her heartfelt voice, full of grievances.

Qi Helian's neck was held by Ji Anning's hands, and the two were intimate at this moment, his body began to feel a little hot, looking at her red lips that were bleeding from chapped just now.