You've always loved me

Chapter 155 Secret Love Is the Honey of Youth ([-])

Walking to the door of Ji Anning's room, Ji Chicheng's steps were slightly slow, and he glanced at the closed door from the corner of his eye, his handsome face became even more ruthless.

He quickened his pace, returned to his room, closed the door, and locked it.

He threw off the slippers on his feet, grabbed the tie, and took it off rudely, then grabbed the collar and pulled it hard, the delicate buttons fell off without any one left.

Scattered everywhere.

The hand touched the belt, and the slender fingers pressed lightly, and the belt fell apart.

The cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, he took it out, looked at the caller ID, Cao Muyun.

Then answer, press the speakerphone, put it on the sofa, and listen to the phone while undressing.

"Aren't you in the apartment?"

Cao Muyun asked.

Ji Chicheng gave a deep 'hmm', and then said in an unquestionable tone: "I'm going home, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll work overtime by myself."

Ignoring Cao Muyun's helpless tone, Ji Chicheng reached out and hung up the phone.

He stopped taking off his clothes halfway, put on his belt again, wore a shirt with no buttons, bared his chest, went to the wine cellar to pick up a bottle of spirits and returned to his room, sat on the balcony, looked at the next room, separated by the curtain The lights are dim.

Just like between them, like their future, he tried hard to lift that layer of veil, that layer of curtain, but she kept trying to close it.

The spirits were drunk one cup at a time, and the strength of the liquor came up little by little.

His mind was full of images of Ji Jingfeng coming out of Ji Anning's room just now, and looking at the distance between them, he suddenly got up, grabbed the wine bottle, and threw it at the window of the next room.

The bottle hit the glass with a bang, and the glass shattered in response, shattering and falling down.

Not only Ji Anning, but also the people on the first floor heard the commotion.

"what's the situation?"

Ji Zhengdao asked nervously downstairs.

Ji Chicheng staggered, walked to the railing of the balcony, leaned up, drunk and lazy.

The window of the next room was smashed by him, the curtain inside was blown up by the wind, and the person lying on the bed was faintly visible.

He raised his red lips that were still dripping with wine, and smiled wildly.

He didn't feel that he had done something bad or made a mistake at all, but felt that he should have done it long ago.

That damned window had never been opened for him, so he had to knock on it.

Ji Chicheng didn't respond to Ji Zhengdao, and the old man ran up nervously.

Seeing him leaning on the balcony in a drunken state, he asked concerned: "Chicheng, what happened?"

Ji Chicheng shook his head calmly, "It's nothing, my hands slipped and smashed the window of Ji Anning's room."

"..."

His hand slipped for a while, his skating class was really far enough, and it was amazing that he slid sideways.

It took a lot of effort for Ji Anning to climb to the window, and before she could see it, she heard Ji Chicheng's reply to Ji Zhengdao, and she sneered speechlessly.

She was almost scared to death by the sudden loud noise.

He actually said so calmly that it was because of slippery hands.

Ji Chicheng, do you dare to be more arrogant?

If grandpa wasn't there with him, she would have bent down to grab a handful of broken glass and smashed it over, and then said it was a slippery hand.

Here, Ji Zhengdao walked up to Ji Chicheng and smelled the smell of alcohol on his body. He frowned at him and asked, "Why do you drink so much?"

Ji Chicheng turned around, facing the outside, with his arms leaning on the railing, his deep eyes, looking into the distance with no intention.

(End of this chapter)