Ji Tingshen's eyes turned from her face to the side, his eyes getting colder.
Cheng Wanci looked at him in a daze.
Ji Tingyuan?
"When did you come?"
She sat up and felt something slipping down from her body.
It's Ji Tingyuan's coat.
Ji Tingshen's coat was placed on the sofa next to him, and some cream was stuck on his shoulders at some time.
"It's about ten minutes since I came in." Ji Tingyuan said calmly: "Seeing that you are asleep, the door of the lounge is open again. I sat here and waited for a while, just in time to hide."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Tingshen rushed over, grabbed his collar and punched him.
"Ji Tingshen, what are you doing?"
Cheng Wanci was confused by the scene in front of him. Ji Tingyuan was just here to accompany her. Maybe he was a little worried about seeing her alone, after all, she was pregnant.
Why should Ji Tingshen hit someone when he comes in?
He also looked like he was catching a villain in the bed.
Ji Tingyuan was in poor health and was smashed back into the chair by him.
I don’t know if it was a suffocation or what happened, Ji Tingyuan suddenly coughed violently.
Ji Tingshen still had to take action, but Cheng Wanci rushed forward and grabbed him:
"Have you made enough trouble?"
"I'm making a fuss?" Ji Tingshen pointed at Ji Tingyuan: "You know what you guys and widows are doing here."
Cheng Wanci was dumbfounded: "What kind of thing did we do? Ji Tingshen, are you talking about human words?"
She was just tired and confused here. What was this bastard going crazy?
Ji Tingshen looked like he was about to swallow her, but he wanted to speak but stopped.
"Ji Tingshen, you are simply unreasonable!"
With another "bang", Ji Tingshen kicked the chair next to him.
The door of the lounge was closed by Lei Xing.
Cheng Wanci looked at Ji Tingshen who was furious and thought in disappointment. How ridiculous, the people outside thought that Ji Tingshen loved her so much.
In fact, he never believed her.
She tried her best to control her temper: "Ji Tingshen, I'm tired and can't continue acting."
Ji Tingshen's pupils shrank suddenly.
Cheng Wanci no longer looked at the two of them and went out.
Ji Tingshen did not chase after him, but looked at Ji Tingyuan coldly.
I watched him gradually stop coughing.
"You posted the photo?" Ji Tingshen asked suddenly.
Ji Tingyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and stood up with great effort.
He met Ji Tingshen's gaze, and said with no expression on his face: "Brother, I don't know what you are talking about?"
Ji Tingshen was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he grabbed his collar and held his cell phone in front of him.
His eyes were bloodshot: "You don't know? Then do you know that you are touching my woman?"
Ji Tingyuan glanced at his cell phone.
In the photo, Cheng Wanci fell asleep with his coat covered with his face and leaned against the sofa.
She looked so beautiful and charming when she fell asleep.
A man closed his eyes and fell a pious and obsessed kiss on her forehead.
The man in the photo is Ji Tingyuan.
When he saw the photos, his expression did not change, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Then he was punched by Ji Ting again.
"You're looking for death!"
Ji Tingshen was like a furious lion. He had never underestimated Ji Tingyuan, but he still didn't expect that this person would dare to think of Cheng Wanci.
Ji Tingyuan got up from the sofa with difficulty again.
He looked at Ji Tingshen, and the emotions in his eyes finally changed.
Unwilling to give in, "Brother, I first met the late poem, it was me!"