He focused his eyes on the woman in the room who was eating chicken wings.
After hearing this, Ren Xingyan put down his chopsticks and walked to the door holding the unfinished chicken wings with his hands.
He asked curiously: "Who is it?"
Du Jianzhou raised his chin slightly, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Didn't you say you wanted to drink milk tea?"
The corners of Ren Xingyan's lips couldn't help but curl up, and he tilted his head and praised: "That's right. You came within ten minutes of posting on my Moments. You deserve praise."
Jing Yuhe's face stiffened a little, but he still refused to give up: "So Brother Jian Zhou, you actually saw the news, right?"
Her eyes were slightly hot and the tip of her nose was sore.
Seeing this, Zhuli suddenly realized that Zhuma, whom Yuhe had been secretly in love with for many years, was actually Du Jianzhou.
He cleared his throat and hurriedly found an excuse: "My car is outside, let me take a look."
Ren Xingyan's face was full of doubts and his expression was complicated: "Cousin, how can you have a car?"
Zhuli had already walked outside the door and answered casually: "Scooter."
Jing Huaizhi said to Jing Yuhe in a nonchalant tone: "I'll wait for you downstairs."
downstairs
She patted her chest with lingering fear, always feeling that something bigger would happen.
After standing against the flower bed for a while, I realized that I had forgotten to put on my coat in the rush.
The spring wind is still biting, and the cold wind penetrates into the body along the gaps and spreads quickly.
In a daze, his shoulders suddenly sank.
She turned her head and met Jing Huaizhi's grape-like eyes.
"Is Yuhe okay?"
Zhuli quickly looked away, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.
Jing Huaizhi gathered her clothes together, his expression not too ugly.
"Hard to say."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she thought of something.
Standing on tiptoes and looking up at him: "Have you known for a long time that Yuhe likes Mr. Du?"
Her tone was still half anxious.
Jing Huaizhi lowered his eyelids and carefully looked at her cheeks, which were red from the cold, and raised his hand to rub them.
He said in a deep voice: "Yeah."
"Even if I were her brother, I couldn't help her with matters like feelings."
Zhuli shook his head and motioned for him to take his hand away.
There was suddenly a hint of panic in his eyes.
The man her best friend likes likes her cousin.
What kind of bloody plot is this?
"Is that possible for them?"
Zhuli stepped back as she spoke. Unexpectedly, the man opposite didn't give her a chance to retreat.
Lifting her directly into his arms, he stared at her soft lips and sneered: "Do you think it's possible for us?"
She curled her lips slightly and blinked.
"you guess."
Jing Huaizhi raised his hand to brush her hair, and a magnetic and lazy voice sounded in his ears.
"I remember someone granted me a request."
Zhuli closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he started to lie: "Huh?"
He leaned down and bit her earlobe lightly. Zhuli felt so painful and itchy that she didn't dare to deny it anymore.
"Except for going back to live with you, everything else is fine."
She rubbed the area where he had bitten her.
Jing Huaizhi looked at her with eyes full of longing and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"whatever?"
Zhuli was puzzled: "Ah, yes."
"Then don't go back tonight."
Only then did she realize that she had been tricked by him again. Just as she was about to refute, she saw Jing Yuhe coming downstairs.
She put her fingertips on his chest and pushed him away.
Jing Yuhe's delicate face was filled with tears, and she looked extremely pitiful at the moment.
Zhuli couldn't bear to speak first: "Yuhe..."
"You already knew that Brother Jian Zhou liked her, right?"
Jing Yuhe stopped in front of her and directly interrupted her intended words of comfort.
Zhuli was a little embarrassed. She had indeed had a premonition that the two of them were getting along, but what she didn't know was that the person she had a crush on was Du Jianzhou.
"I..."
She lowered her head not knowing how to answer.
Jing Yuhe chuckled lightly, without any warmth in his eyes.
"Liar! Your whole family is a liar!"
She was so angry that she stamped her feet on the spot. She felt that it was not enough just to curse, so she reached out and pushed Zhuli.
She was unprepared and stumbled straight into the arms of the man behind her.
"Have you had enough trouble?"
Jing Huaizhi held Zhuli's waist, a stern look flashed in his eyes.
When Jing Yuhe heard that even his brother was blaming him, his eyes immediately burst into flames.
"Brother! Why are you facing outsiders!"
"Besides, this is a matter between us women, so don't get involved."
After saying that, he went to break his hand on Zhuli's waist.
Jing Huaizhi sighed secretly and hugged her comfortingly for a while.
"go home."
Jing Yuhe buried her head on his shoulder, her hanging hair just covering her face.
My thoughts drifted back to the scene just now.
Du Jianzhou didn't answer, but changed the topic: "Yuhe, go back and rest early."
Jing Yuhe has never been a softie, and she doesn't want to hear such an ambiguous answer.
The red lips parted slightly: "Brother Jian Zhou, I need an accurate answer from you."
Ren Xingyan's eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them, intending to sneak back into the room to make some space for them.
Du Jianzhou saw through her actions first, put the things in his hands by the door, took her wrist and strode to the living room.
"Milk tea won't taste good when it's cold."
Jing Yuhe's eyes changed from expectation to despair.
It’s not that he didn’t see it, it’s that he didn’t want to return.
The bony hands neatly opened the plastic bag wrapped in the straw, then inserted it into the paper cup and stuffed it into Ren Xingyan's hand.
"Yuhe, I have always regarded you as my sister."
"I saw your information. I didn't want to point it out because I was afraid it would be embarrassing when we meet in the future."
...
Jing Yuhe burst into tears, while Zhuli stood aside and walked away.
Two little hands moved back and forth in the air.
"I'll take you back first."
Jing Huaizhi raised his head and glanced at Zhuli, then turned to drive without saying anything.
Jing Yuhe was not in the mood to talk to Zhuli at this time and stood alone on the side of the road waiting for Jing Huaizhi to drive over.
After seeing the two leave, Zhuli secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked slowly upstairs, and when he turned around, he saw the coat still hanging on his shoulders.
I had no choice but to send him a message.
[I still have your clothes. Come get them tomorrow. ]
After sending the message, she went upstairs.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw two sad-looking people sitting on the sofa.
"I don't deserve you."
This is Ren Xingyan's voice.
Du Jianzhou's eyebrows were a little colder, and his tone was a little ruffian: "I have the final say whether you deserve it or not."
Ding-
The cell phone in her pocket rang, and Zhuli took it out to check.
Boss (payment owed version): No, I’ll be there right away.
Zhuli: "???"
She needs to rest too!
Sure enough, it only took Jing Huaizhi more than half an hour to do this.
Four people sit on the sofa like four statues.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Jing Huaizhi lowered his eyelids and spoke to Du Jianzhou in a rather dissatisfied tone.
Du Jianzhou rolled his eyes at him: "I will leave whenever you leave."
He laughed disdainfully a few times, his voice flat but still aggressive: "I have a certificate, what do you have?"
