An Zhiyi left the venue and got into the car directly.
She opened the car window to let herself breathe, and also wanted to see what Zhou Ji would do.
Thinking of Zhou Ji, An Zhiyi's brows became a little more anxious. She and Zhou Ji were born in the same year and grew up together since childhood. Getting engaged seemed to be a natural thing.
Zhou Ji is not an honest person, but he used to be measured no matter how outrageous he was, but after getting engaged, he changed.
An Zhiyi glanced at the text messages she had read on her phone, feeling a little lost.
The first time Zhou Ji was caught having sex was the night before her twentieth birthday. He was drinking with many girls in a private room. Of course, he was not the only one in the private room.
But if it were Zhou Ji before, the most he could do was talk the talk, but now he couldn't. Whenever there was any trouble, An Zhiyi had to go and deal with it.
It took An Zhiyi three full years from the previous disrespectful quarrel to the less than honorable resolution.
The roar of the sports car brought An Zhiyi back to reality. She looked up and saw Zhou Ji driving away in the sports car.
The hand holding the phone tightened.
After closing the window, An Zhiyi whispered to the driver: "Go to Zhou's house."
Zhou Ji would not be so blatant as to neglect An Zhiyi in front of Zhou's parents, so he waited for her at the door of Zhou's house.
He changed into a crimson suit, leaned against the sports car, and held a cigarette in his hand, clearly extinguished.
Seeing An Zhiyi get out of the car, he blew out a smoke ring, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, twirled it, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I thought you would leave me alone."
An Zhiyi laughed, and her eyes with a hint of coldness fell on his leather shoes: "He ran so fast."
Zhou Ji pretended to be stupid: "I bought it new, it's really fast."
When people get old, do they have to be abandoned?
An Zhiyi smiled lightly and took Zhou Ji's outstretched arm, and answered naturally: "Then take me for a ride another day?"
Zhou Ji said: "I can do it when I have time."
This was a disguised rejection, An Zhiyi could hear it. Zhou Ji has almost become a playboy. He has nothing to do all day long, so how can he be unavailable?
The two of them walked for a while and were able to drive.
Zhou's mother saw An Zhiyi walking in with Zhou Ji in a thin dress. She quickly handed her the hot water and asked Zhou Ji: "It's such a cold day, what will you do if Zhizhi is freezing?"
"I'm fine, Mother Zhou." An Zhiyi held the water glass and said to Mother Zhou, "I want to go for a walk with Zhou Ji."
Zhou Ji glanced at her.
When An Zhiyi is not smiling, she is a cold beauty. When she smiles, her eyes turn into crescent moons, and she becomes well-behaved and cute again.
He stared at An Zhiyi for a while, as if he couldn't bear to look at An Zhiyi's smiling face. He frowned and clicked his tongue: "Where is my brother? Aren't you going to help him wash away his dust?"
Zhou's mother said: "Your brother is discussing business with your father in the study."
The phone buzzed, and An Zhiyi's smile paused. She shook the phone and said to Zhou's mother: "Mother Zhou, let me reply to the message."
In Zhou's house, she also has her own room.
In the room on the second floor, An Zhiyi sat on the bed with a cold face. The cold light hit her like a layer of ice.
——"Zhizhi, my sister has a fever. Your father and I have to take care of her. I have already said hello to your mother Zhou. Have fun on your own."
An Zhiyi paid attention as usual, but there was no reply from the other end of the phone.
She had no reason to stay in the room anymore. As soon as she opened the door, she happened to run into Zhou Tuchi, who had just returned from abroad.
We haven't seen each other for a long time, but Zhou Muchi didn't change much. His cold eyes fell on An Zhiyi, which made An Zhiyi feel a little cooler in his heart.
"Zhou, Brother Zhou..."
She and Zhou Twichi looked at each other for a second and then quickly lowered their heads, like children waiting to be scolded, pursed their lips and stared at their toes.
"Yeah." A steady voice came from above the head, mixed with some displeasure: "When chatting with others, looking at them is the most basic respect."
