Chapter 1592: Invincible Black Fans (25)

When Chi's father came back in the evening and heard that Chu Zheng was back, he just snorted and said nothing.

Chuzheng was about to go to bed at night when she suddenly received a call from An Ji.

"Um...you can come out for a moment. I'm outside your neighborhood."

Chuzheng was silent for a moment: "What are you doing outside my community?"

An Ji: "Uh...I'll give you a book."

Chuzheng said while putting on her clothes, "Is it necessary to deliver it at night?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Chuzheng: "I'll be out right away."

An Ji whispered: "Yes, I'll wait for you."

An Ji didn't hang up the phone. Chu Zheng had already clicked on the screen and her finger was hovering on the hang up button. In the end, she didn't press it and just took the phone and went out.

"Xiaochu, are you still going out so late?"

When Chuzheng went out, she bumped into Wan Ying, who was holding her belly and preparing to enter the room.

Chuzheng ignored her and went downstairs.

"Xiaochu...Xiaochu..."

Wan Ying shouted twice.

Chi's father heard the voice coming out: "What's wrong?"

Wan Ying immediately put on a worried expression: "Xiaochu seems to have gone out, so late..."

Chi's father frowned: "Don't worry about her, go in and have a rest."

Chi's father helped Wan Ying into the room. Wan Ying looked anxious: "Do you really don't care? It's so late, what should I do if I meet a bad guy?"

"Just stop worrying about this, she won't accept your favor."

Wan Ying had a good image of a kind stepmother in front of Chi's father. After Chi's father persuaded her for a few words, she said nothing more.

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Chijia is a high-end community and will not let people in casually.

An Ji stood outside, holding a book in her arms and walking back and forth.

The weather was already very cold at this time, so An Jie wore a thin knitted sweater, which made her look lonely and desolate against the dim street lights.

"An silence."

Chuzheng shouted.

An Ji raised her eyes and looked over, coming over there immediately.

An Ji seemed a little embarrassed and asked cautiously: "Did it disturb your rest?"

Chuzheng: "Can't you give it to me tomorrow?"

An Ji's arms holding the book tightened, and her voice sounded gentle in the vast night: "I want to be the first to show it to you."

Chuzheng: "Aren't you the editor who read it first?"

An Ji: "..."

An Ji handed the book in her arms to Chuzheng: "Here you go."

An Ji didn't know how long he held her in his arms, and the books were infected with his warmth.

Because it is a suspense genre, the cover is dark in color, and the words "Return at a Late Night" are very conspicuous on the cover.

"Are you just here to give me this?" Chuzheng looked away from the cover.

is it necessary?

Big night! !

"...I still want to see you."

An Ji's voice was very low, and Chu Zheng wasn't sure if she heard him correctly.

"What did you say?"

"No...it's nothing." An Ji shook his head.

He just said he wanted to see me, right?

Chuzheng did not ask further: "Are you cold?"

An Ji shook her head and smiled sweetly: "It's not cold."

There were no shops nearby, and Chuzheng couldn't take him back to Chi's house, so she could only stop the car and follow him in the car.

An Ji was obviously at a loss: "Where to go?"

"Send you back." I can't let you go back alone at night! !

"ah?"

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An Ji didn't come back to her senses until she sat on her sofa and looked at the people next to her.

Why did he go to deliver a book, and now she has sent her back again.

An Ji looked at her intently: "Why do you want to move away?"

"I didn't move away, I just went home." Chuzheng corrected her: "I rented that house."

An Ji pursed her lower lip: "Oh..."

Chuzheng turned her head and looked at him: "An Ji, did you just say you wanted to see me?"

An Ji was stunned for a moment, a bit of panic flashed across his face, and he wanted to refute, but didn't know how to refute.

Chuzheng stood up suddenly, and before An Ji could react, she pushed him on the sofa and leaned over.

An Ji came back to her senses and saw Chu Zheng's enlarged face.

"Want to see me?"

The breath of the girl's words almost fell on his face. An Ji's body stiffened and she didn't know how to react at all.

"Well... I want to see you." An Ji heard her own voice.

Chuzheng touched his cheek with her fingers, and lightly rubbed the corner of his lips with her fingertips. She leaned closer, and her lips almost touched the corners of his lips.

An Ji heard her ask: "Is it okay?"

What can be done?

With such an ambiguous posture, An Ji quickly understood what she was asking after being briefly confused.

After a long while, An Ji nodded.

Soft lips pressed against each other, An Jie's breathing was stagnant, and it was like fireworks were exploding in her mind...

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"Breathe. Do you want to suffocate yourself to death?"

An Ji took two breaths of fresh air, and her fair and fair face had a somewhat unnatural blush.

"Never kissed?"

An Ji's ears were red and his cheeks were hot. He shook his head silently.

Chuzheng waited for him to calm down and kissed him again.

-

Chuzheng didn't do anything to him. The two of them ended the kiss and still maintained the same position.

"Have you...had it with anyone else?"

"Huh?" Chuzheng stepped away and sat next to him: "What are you doing?"

"What happened just now..."

Chuzheng glanced at him: "No."

"..." Then why are you so good at it?

An Ji didn't ask. He couldn't ask the question and was afraid of knowing the answer.

"Do you still want to try?"

The girl asked very seriously, as if she wasn't going to kiss him, but was asking him a very serious question.

But the more this happens, the faster An Ji's heart beats: "I..."

The phone in An Ji's pocket suddenly vibrated. He avoided Chu Zheng's sight and picked up the phone to answer the call.

I don't know what was said over there, and An Ji's expression darkened little by little.

An Ji hung up the phone.

Chuzheng saw that his expression was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Ji didn't reply, but quickly opened Weibo.

Chuzheng saw the page on Anji's mobile phone and could see the content clearly.

The content is that An Ji's mother works as a mistress for others, and he is an illegitimate child.

The news broke an hour ago and was forwarded by several marketing accounts. Now the people who are questioning it are in a mess with the keyboard warriors who don't know the truth and directly criticize it.

An Ji's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

He doesn't attend book signings or expose any three-dimensional information, just because he's afraid... he's afraid that one day, someone will find out.

——Your mother is a broken shoe, and you are an illegitimate child.

——It’s so shameless. Are you as shameless as your mother?

——Your father doesn’t even know who it is.

The phone in An Ji's hand was taken away, and Chu Zheng grabbed the person and hugged him: "It's okay."

An Ji's body was trembling slightly, and her mind was filled with memories of the past.

From elementary school to high school, he was surrounded by rumors like this.

Every time I change schools, something will happen soon.

Then when those people couldn't find his mother, they would come to the school to make trouble, thinking that if they found him, they could find his mother.

pity……

Every time, his mother would show up only after these people had finished making trouble.

If it wasn't serious, she would pretend nothing happened.

If the trouble is too serious, she will take him to another place... over and over again, over and over again...

It wasn't until he went to college that he completely escaped those days.

But later I found it impossible...

He has such a mother.

There is no way he can get rid of it in his life.

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