Her initial anticipation turned into irritation.
I didn't even want to eat dinner. I just sat on the sofa like an abandoned doll.
"Mom, Grandma Li said we would eat sweet and sour pork ribs and lions today..."
Jing Youyou licked her fingers and wanted to repeat what Butler Li said, but she couldn't remember the name of such a complicated dish.
Seeing that Zhuli still had no intention of moving for a long time, her chubby cheek pressed against her neck.
"Mom, why don't you go to dinner with Youyou?"
He shook her arm lightly and looked at her pitifully with his big eyes.
Zhuli sighed and stroked her flailing little head.
"good."
She ate this meal reluctantly. This was the first time that Jing Huaizhi disappeared without saying hello.
In fact, he never told her where he was going, it was just her wishful thinking.
"Madam, is today's meal not to your liking?"
Butler Li saw that her hand holding the chopsticks didn't move for a long time, and couldn't help but take a closer look at her.
"Do you know where he went?"
Zhuli put down his chopsticks and looked up at her expectantly.
Butler Li's eyes flashed with panic but quickly returned to normal.
"Ma'am, sir, you've been very busy."
Zhuli's eyes were deep and the corners of her lips drooped slightly.
When Jing Youyou was almost done eating, she hugged her and sat back on the sofa.
I don’t know when he will come back but I want to give him the gift as soon as he comes back.
By the way, she told him that she was the first person to send blessings.
The pointer on the wall pointed to eleven, but there was still no movement outside the door.
I poked my finger at the phone screen and wanted to call the contact in the list, but stopped at the last step.
"If it's Mrs. Jing, if he doesn't come back so late, he should call and take care of her."
"Zhuli, what are you afraid of?"
Thinking this way, I felt a little more relieved.
He closed his eyes and pressed the numbers.
"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."
The mobile phone next to my ear hung down, and I felt a little more anxious.
Except for business trips, his mobile phone is usually not turned off.
I didn’t hear him say he was going on a business trip yesterday?
It may be a temporary arrangement, after all, bosses of their level are not blessed to enjoy a complete vacation.
After pondering for a while, he suddenly felt less sad than before.
He picked up the quilt, packed up the sofa, and covered himself with the quilt.
Jing Youyou had fallen asleep in Zhuli's arms.
She gently stroked Jing Youyou's face which was flushed because her head was buried in the quilt.
He stretched his arms upwards and found his mobile phone, planning to check Moments before going to sleep.
The latest post in Moments was posted by Jiang Zhizi. It has no copy and is just a picture.
The time is shown as one hour ago.
The man's hands in the upper left corner of the photo are very eye-catching.
The back of the hand is covered with strong blood vessels and the joints are well-proportioned.
Zhuli's vision suddenly became very blurry, and he carefully zoomed in and out to check the photo.
I want to find evidence that the person sitting across from me is not Jing Huaizhi.
For a long time, she turned off the phone with a dull expression.
She and Jiang Gardenia were friends since Jiang Gardenia took the initiative to add her last time when she returned her scarf.
His eyes were staring at the ceiling, his mind was sleepy but he was more awake than ever.
He tilted his head slightly and bumped his head against the packaging box.
Zhuli couldn't suppress the suppressed anger in her heart.
He raised his hand and knocked down the carefully prepared gift, but he couldn't help but scream because his fingertips dug into the sharp corners of the packaging box.
Opening his palms, he stared at the dense prick marks between his fingerprints and suddenly felt aggrieved.
She worked hard to prepare a birthday gift for him, but he went out on a date with his secretary behind her back.
The corners of his eyes started to turn red, and he got into bed and sobbed into sleep.
It was already the next morning when Jing Huaizhi came back. As soon as he opened the door to the living room, he saw two little heads on the sofa.
He came closer and his eyes stayed on her for a while.
He wanted to wake these two people up but finally chose to tuck them in.
Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the packaging box thrown on the carpet.
Bending and picking up.
He opened a corner, glanced at it quickly and put it back.
The space on the sofa was limited, so Zhuli was afraid that Jing Youyou would be squeezed in and had to turn to the outside of the sofa if she wanted to turn over.
I was so sleepy that I almost fell down when I turned over.
Fortunately, the wider palms firmly supported her waist, and she regained consciousness after this.
However, the moment he saw the man's face, he was not very happy, and even felt a little contemptuous.
He struggled back into bed, pulled up the quilt and suffocated his head.
"You still know how to come back."
The fierce nasal voice that just woke up seems too cute.
Jing Huaizhi's pure white fingers poked her forehead through the quilt.
Completely ignoring her emotional questions.
"Did you have something important to do last night?"
After not getting an answer for a long time, Zhuli lifted up the quilt and asked another question.
The messy hair was scattered on the pillow, and Jing Huaizhi couldn't help but reach out to smooth it down.
"Um."
The answer was very slow, without a trace of emotion.
"With whom?"
Zhuli propped up his elbows and said Bagua.
"Is it Secretary Jiang?"
She met his eyes and asked tentatively.
A faint mist appeared in Jing Huaizhi's hazy eyes. He arranged her long hair before letting go of his hand.
Zhuli tilted her head and couldn't help but get a little closer to him, her expression blank for a moment.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it."
She pretended to be angry and turned her back to him.
"Dad." Jing Youyou rubbed her sleepy eyes and pouted her pink mouth.
"Dad, mom said she prepared a surprise for you!"
Zhuli really wanted to cover her mouth, but it was too late.
What kind of surprise can you call a surprise?
"Well, it's your birthday present."
She turned around several times but couldn't find the wrapped gift box.
"Is it this one?"
Jing Huai's eyes drifted towards him, and he didn't know when a gift box appeared in his hand.
Zhuli bit her cheek and nodded.
"Then let me take it apart and take a look?"
He raised his eyelids slightly to meet her eyes, wanting to ask her opinion.
"Um."
Zhuli put his hands on both sides of his trouser legs, and his heart clenched.
The remaining smile on Jing Huaizhi's face suddenly froze after seeing this gift.
She could clearly see the sadness on his brows.
Don't you like it?
"If you don't like it, I'll refill it for you next time."
Zhuli reached out and wanted to snatch the scarf he was holding in his hand.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
Jing Huaizhi covered the gloom in his eyes and smiled muffledly.
Someone once promised to knit a scarf for him on his next birthday, but she broke her promise first.
She scratched her head, "It's just a bit ugly..."
Smiling awkwardly at him.
He looped the scarf around his neck, tying the last loop in a loose knot at his collarbone.
A smile spread from the corner of his mouth: "Does it look good?"
Zhuli crossed her arms and looked at him calmly.
The one she chose for him was black, and you couldn't go wrong with the basic color.
Paired with his brown-toned coat, it actually gave off a somewhat cold feeling.
