An Zhiyi was used to being the eldest lady, and she never thought that the word apology would have anything to do with her.
So he glanced at Cheng Yi with a half-smile, polished his cardamom-colored nails carelessly, and said in a longer, more playful voice: "Who needs-"
Zhou Ji didn't say anything more. He took out a few paper towels with his hands stained by red wine and wiped the stains clean. He moved slightly and stared at An Zhiyi with a half-smile.
"I'm sorry, sister Zhiyi!" Cheng Yi, with red eyes, bent down and said to Zhou Ji, "I am the one who made sister Zhiyi unhappy!"
An Zhiyi originally had no intention of involving anyone else in this face-off confrontation, but Cheng Yi repeatedly tried to make her airy and pity her to please Zhou Ji.
She was really unhappy.
Taking out a tissue, An Zhiyi held her chin and looked at her from a high position. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of tears, and she looked really pitiful.
Cheng Yi's body trembled violently and she stuttered: "Zhi, sister Zhiyi..."
An Zhiyi smiled slightly and wiped the red wine splashed on her cheeks with a tissue: "How pitiful."
That's what she said, but the strength of her hands was far from gentle. She pinched her chin to prevent her from dodge, neatly destroying half of her carefully painted makeup.
"Why are you wearing so much eye makeup?"
Cheng Yi's cheek was almost scratched, and she meowed softly, like a cat.
Zhou Ji finally stood up, squeezed An Zhiyi's hand and rescued Cheng Yi, with a rather helpless tone: "Didn't you ask her to apologize? Why don't you let go of your anger?"
Cheng Yi was a little surprised.
Shouldn't that sentence just now mean that An Zhiyi should apologize to her? Why did it change to this meaning now?
An Zhiyi, wanted to, and apologized turned out to be this.
So what happened just now, wasn't she just being sentimental?
An Zhiyi snorted and stuffed the paper ball into Zhou Ji's pocket. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, but his voice was a little soft: "And you?"
The An family and the Zhou family are close friends, so An Zhiyi and Zhou Ji are also childhood sweethearts. Zhou Ji understands her temperament and temperament very well.
Before, An Zhiyi would definitely make a scene, but now, she has learned to control her temper.
An indescribable emotion flashed in Zhou Ji's eyes. He had resigned himself to An Zhiyi's words and walked down the steps, but this incident had changed.
But Zhou Ji no longer wanted to coax An Zhiyi.
"Don't make trouble, Zhi Zhi." Zhou Ji glanced at the expensive watch on his wrist and said with a smile: "My brother is coming back soon, you can't let me meet him like this, right?"
With that said, he came closer to An Zhiyi, squeezed her waist and said, "Good Zhizhi, I'm going to change clothes. You can go back with me later."
An Zhiyi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, tightened and loosened her fingers, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Zhou Ji, you really know how to handle me."
She had given in again and again, but Zhou Ji was still aloof and it had nothing to do with him.
The warmth from her waist was taken away, along with the taste of red wine. An Zhiyi looked at Cheng Yi who was standing by at a loss, took out a check and handed it to her.
"Three million, this is the money to pay for your dress." Cheng Yi didn't accept it, and An Zhiyi didn't care. He just put the check on the table next to her: "Throw it away if you don't want it."
In fact, the most expensive dress was only 100,000 yuan. It was a price and brand that An Zhiyi would not like anyway. He gave Cheng Yi 3 million yuan just to hope that she would quit in spite of the difficulties.
After all, she and Zhou Ji were destined to be tied together.
"Sister Zhiyi, I never thought about taking your money..."
An Zhiyi put these words behind her.
She was always flamboyant and left without even saying hello.
It is true that what Cheng Yi wants is not her money, but her position is not something Cheng Yi can sit in whenever he wants.
