When Jiang Mingzhu was speechless, Zhou Li pointed at the concentrate cup in the sink and ordered: "Wash it clean."
Jiang Mingzhu: "I won't wash it."
Zhou Li: "Then don't eat."
Jiang Mingzhu: "..."
Could this intention of making things difficult be any more obvious?
Jiang Mingzhu didn't know where Zhou Li got so angry. He looked like he was dissatisfied.
But he clearly had a great time last night.
Jiang Mingzhu later washed the espresso cup perfunctorily, and her eyes fell on the coffee machine again.
By this time Zhou Li was almost ready to make the fried rice.
He glanced at Jiang Mingzhu and ordered: "Get the tableware."
Jiang Mingzhu's attention was distracted, so she opened the drawer and took the plate and spoon.
Two plates of fried rice were quickly brought to the table.
Zhou Li walked to the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk and poured it into a cup.
Jiang Mingzhu looked a little puzzled. When did Zhou Li, a non-American drinker, become so "healthy"?
Not only do you have to drink milk, but you also heat it in the microwave.
Perhaps feeling that Jiang Mingzhu had been staring, Zhou Li's expression became a little tense, "What?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "I also want to drink milk. Can you pour me a glass?"
Zhou Li: "No."
Jiang Mingzhu: "You really put your pants up and don't recognize anyone."
Zhou Li: "You didn't drink enough last night, did you?"
Jiang Mingzhu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Zhou Li was talking dirty.
She was not shy because of this, raised her eyebrows and smiled slyly: "Yes, some people are not good at it, of course they can't feed them enough."
Zhou Li snorted and turned towards the microwave oven.
Jiang Mingzhu put down the spoon and followed it, but finally got a glass of milk.
Jiang Mingzhu was so squeezed by Zhou Li last night that after sitting down, Jiang Mingzhu couldn't wait to start eating.
Zhou Li could clearly see that her speed had slowed down a lot and the number of times she chewed had also increased.
Zhou Li looked away, picked up the milk and drank a glass.
Jiang Mingzhu: "Have you changed your taste now?"
Zhou Li: "What."
Jiang Mingzhu: "Milk, I remember you don't like drinking it."
Zhou Li: "Oh, Xu Yingfei likes it."
Jiang Mingzhu: "...That's it."
The expected disappointment did not appear, and she did not even pause, "It seems that you two have a good relationship."
Zhou Li: "It has nothing to do with you."
Jiang Mingzhu: "Don't worry, I remember our agreement."
She blinked and said, "Don't interfere in each other's lives."
Zhou Li stopped replying to her this time.
Jiang Mingzhu was a little full after eating this meal and touched her stomach habitually.
Zhou Li's eyes darkened after seeing this action.
Jiang Mingzhu: "Now that I'm full, I'll leave first and won't disturb you."
She had loosened her grip while speaking, and her tone and state seemed normal.
Zhou Li: "It's up to you."
——
A few minutes after Jiang Mingzhu left, the doorbell suddenly rang again outside.
Zhou Li walked over from the restaurant and opened the door. He frowned when he saw Zhou Yi standing outside the door.
Zhou Yi kept smiling, looking up and down at Zhou Li meaningfully.
Zhou Li: "What do you want from me?"
Zhou Yi: "I saw someone going out when I parked my car just now."
Zhou Li: "..."
You know who this person is without saying it.
Zhou Yi: "She was at your place last night?"
Zhou Li: "Oh."
No one knows better than Zhou Yi what will happen if a man and a woman spend the night together.
Zhou Yi stared at Zhou Li for a while, too much to ask: "Has she explained it to you?"
When this matter was mentioned, Zhou Li's face became darker than before.
After almost half a minute of silence, he managed to choke out one word: "No."
Zhou Yi: "What about you, you didn't ask?"
Zhou Li: "No need."
These three words are said without warmth, but when you taste them carefully, they still have a hint of anger.
But Zhou Yi didn't think Zhou Li was naive or petty.
It is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent to this kind of thing.
Zhou Yi: "Then what's her attitude now? You have a fiancée and she--"
"Yeah." Zhou Li repeated Jiang Mingzhu's attitude last night to Zhou Yi.
The further he spoke, the lower his voice became.
Zhou Yi knew very well where Zhou Li’s loss and disappointment came from——
"Was she like this a few times before?" Zhou Yi touched his chin and speculated, "Did you push the person too hard and she broke the pot?"
Zhou Li: "Maybe."
Zhou Yi: "Feifei's side wasn't exposed, right?"
Zhou Li: "Should."
Zhou Yi: "Even if you are not exposed, you two should think about the next step. Continuing like this is not an option."
His expression was quite serious, "Sooner or later, I have to say something on the table."
——
Because of Yanhe and Mingchuan's projects, Jiang Mingzhu stayed in Beicheng.
She did not return to the Xiangfu Villa and directly extended the hotel room for a month.
Qin Mingli handed over all the related work in Beicheng to Jiang Mingzhu. He stayed there for another week before taking Qin Chongzhi back to Hong Kong City.
After seeing off the Qin brothers, Jiang Mingzhu made an appointment for a hot pot meal with Fang Qinyang and Fu Xiaozhi.
While eating, the conversation about Zhou Li inevitably came up.
Fang Qinyang and Fu Xiaozhi knew everything about what happened last time after that night.
Fang Qinyang asked: "Did you contact me after that day?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "No."
Fang Qinyang: "I saw the news before that they were choosing a wedding venue. Is it true? Zhizhi, do you know?"
Fu Xiaozhi: "No need to ask, it must be fake."
Ever since he learned about Xu Yingfei and the bodyguard, Fu Xiaozhi didn't worry about these problems at all. "This is just for show. It depends on who loses his composure first."
Fang Qinyang: "Zhuzhu, won't you tell me?"
Jiang Mingzhu lowered her head and took a sip of juice and fell into deep thought.
She said she had to say it, but Zhou Li didn't look for her again after that night, and she didn't have Zhou Li's contact information now.
There is no way to say it even if I want to say it.
I can only wait until the next time we meet——
Fu Xiaozhi: "Have you met recently?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "No."
Fu Xiaozhi: "How about I give you his mobile phone number?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "Yeah."
Fu Xiaozhi quickly forwarded Zhou Li's mobile phone number.
Jiang Mingzhu tentatively sent a text message.
[Good evening, brother. 】
She did not introduce herself. I believe Zhou Li guessed her identity by seeing her tone.
But after the message was sent out for a long time, there was no response.
Until the end of the hot pot meal, Jiang Mingzhu did not receive a reply from Zhou Li.
It was like going back to the time when they first met.
The only difference is that she didn't care at that time, but now she feels a little uncomfortable after being ignored.
It was already half past ten when Jiang Mingzhu returned to the hotel. After taking a shower, she took out her mobile phone again.
Still no reply.
Jiang Mingzhu pursed her lips and thought about whether to send another one.
When I was struggling, I suddenly got a call.
It was Zhou Li calling.
Jiang Mingzhu picked up immediately.
Zhou Li: "Where is it?"
Jiang Mingzhu: "Why?
What, are you coming to find me? "
Zhou Li: "Address."
Jiang Mingzhu: "Intercontinental at the Third Ring Road, 2108, is waiting for you."
It hung up directly there.
Jiang Mingzhu rubbed her phone, not sure what Zhou Li meant.
