Zhou Twichi was three years older than her, but he had always been the guardian of her and Zhou Ji's school. In addition, Zhou Twichi had never smiled at her much when he was a child, so An Zhiyi was instinctively nervous.
An Zhiyi gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Muchi, and laughed twice: "Brother Zhou, welcome home..."
If Zhou Mu hadn't come back late, An Zhiyi would have almost forgotten that she had a nemesis.
To be precise, Zhou Twichi is her and Zhou Ji's nemesis.
Zhou Muchi responded calmly to An Zhiyi: "Go down and eat."
An Zhiyi's conditioned reflex was the same: "Okay."
In fact, we can't blame An Zhiyi for being too arrogant.
Let's put it this way, when An Zhiyi was in the third grade, Zhou Tuchi was in the sixth grade, and when he was in the fifth grade, Zhou Tuchi was in the senior year of high school. While she was still counting on her fingers, she had already been recommended to a prestigious school.
In her heart, Zhou Tuchi is someone to look up to, not to act like a spoiled brat.
The corners of Zhou Muchi's mouth seemed to curl up, but dropped again before An Zhiyi noticed.
"Come on down Zhizhi, I've asked someone to make your favorite crab." Zhou's mother waved to An Zhiyi on the first floor and said, "Stay and eat enough."
An Zhiyi understood what Zhou's mother was thinking, so she responded and said with a smile: "I didn't plan to leave in the first place. I still want to talk to Zhou's mother."
She knew how to act coquettishly towards Zhou's mother, and there was a bit more fun at the dinner table.
After dinner, she held Zhou's mother and talked for a while. Zhou Ji wiped her dripping hair and hugged An Zhiyi into her arms: "Mom, don't always dominate Zhizhi, she still wants to accompany me. "
When she got close to Zhou Ji, An Zhiyi still smelled a very faint smell of red wine, and frowned subconsciously. The coquettishness that belonged to the little girl just now had long since disappeared, leaving only a little more impatience.
Zhou Ji licked his lips and said hello to Zhou Muchi who was reading documents beside him: "Brother, Zhizhi and I went to the world of two first."
An Zhiyi's brows furrowed even more tightly, but Zhou Ji's palms were very strong, pressing her hair, causing her whole body to be buried in Zhou Ji's slightly wet arms.
Zhou Tuchi's tone was calm: "Go to bed early."
An Zhiyi always felt that Zhou Tuchi was a very traditional person, and he said this to warn the two of them not to mess around.
Cheeks feel slightly hot.
An Zhiyi went to the second floor before letting out her voice: "What do you want to do?"
"I have nothing to do." Zhou Ji pushed her into the room and closed the door behind her back: "I just feel sorry for Ran Ran."
An Zhiyi breathed heavily for a moment, raised her feet and sat on the sheets that had been cleaned long ago, staring at Zhou Ji coldly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Zhou Ji's fingers fell on An Zhiyi's fair cheek, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I don't care about people in my family, but they care so much about my family's affairs. I really feel that I Are they from the Zhou family?"
"Zhou Ji!" An Zhiyi held the fingers that were wandering around her face, lowered her voice and said patiently: "You know it!"
Zhou Ji clearly knew why she treated An Ran like that.
Yet he wanted to ridicule her like this.
An Ran has been in poor health since she was a child, so most of the family's attention is on An Ran, so that An Zhiyi feels neglected.
She didn't like this feeling, and of course she wouldn't like An Ran either.
"Aren't you very generous?" Zhou Ji stared at her: "Why don't you continue now?"
An Zhiyi took a breath.
In fact, in the past three years, she had never known why Zhou Ji's temperament changed drastically. Taking this opportunity, she held his cell phone and asked in a low voice: "Why are you now..."
"Of course - I'm tired of it." Zhou Ji picked up the broken hair hanging by her ears with his other hand, twirling it and said, "Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
He was flirtatious and flirtatious, but when he was in love with An Zhiyi, he didn't do anything outrageous.
An Zhiyi felt a sour feeling in her eyes, so she closed her eyes to block out the moisture.
Zhou Ji leaned close to her ear and murmured: "What should I do, Zhizhi, can I still be interested in you?"
An Zhiyi's voice was a little hoarse: "I don't believe it."
She had long since lost the chance to believe it. Regardless of whether what Zhou Ji said was true or false, An Zhiyi knew that she could never break off her engagement with Zhou Ji.
