The cold white light shone on Zhou Muchi's body, his eyes were fixed on An Zhiyi, and his slender fingers tapped the table lightly.
An Zhiyi looked at him.
Zhou Twichi was wearing a black shirt, tightly buttoned, with only the cuffs showing a section of his wheat-skinned wrist.
Her heartbeat beat with the light touch of his fingers. An Zhiyi blinked: "Of course she can sleep."
There was a bit of silence all around.
Zhou Muchi had just returned to China, so he probably didn't know anything about her and Zhou Ji. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, An Zhiyi and Zhou Ji had always been a noisy couple.
"Happy birthday." Zhou Twichi said suddenly.
"What?" An Zhiyi was stunned and subconsciously glanced at the clock hanging in the living room on the second floor.
It was just after twelve o'clock in the morning.
Today is indeed her birthday, but An Zhiyi never expected that the first person to wish her would be Zhou Muchi.
"Then where is my gift?" An Zhiyi quickly came to his senses and moved a little closer to Zhou Muchi, quite a bit pushy: "Brother Zhou is staying up so late, he is not preparing for me. Surprise?"
"What gift do you want?" Zhou Twichi looked at her and asked, "What is it that you don't have?"
From the looks of it, Zhou Tuchi probably didn't prepare a gift for her. The eldest lady An Zhiyi lost her temper, curled her lips and sat next to Zhou Tuchi again.
Staring at Zhou Tuchi, he said: "I attended an auction some time ago, and I didn't get a necklace. So, please, Brother Zhou, please give me the necklace as a gift."
Zhou Wuchi raised his eyebrows: "Photos."
"Are you agreeing?" An Zhiyi originally said it just for fun, but he didn't expect Zhou Muchi to be really willing, and his eyes lit up.
It’s not that that necklace is that good, but people always have a common problem: they never miss what they can’t remember.
She pulled out the news about the auction she attended some time ago on her phone, and held up a picture of a red gemstone necklace in front of Zhou Twichi.
"I want this."
The sudden approach made Zhou Muchi slightly uncomfortable. He lightly covered the corners of his lips and felt a sweet smell on the tip of his nose.
Zhou Tuchi glanced at her long, silky hair hanging on her chest and pushed her phone over: "Send me the address."
An Zhiyi's birthday will not be low-key no matter what.
It is estimated that the birthday party has been booked a long time ago, Zhou Tuchi always wants to know when the birthday of the birthday girl is.
An Zhiyi's eyes rolled: "We don't have contact information?"
Staring at the confused girl with dark pupils, Zhou Mu said quietly: "It was deleted by someone."
"..." It seemed that An Zhiyi had done it, but it had been too long, and she had forgotten why Zhou Muchi had deleted it. An Zhiyi scanned the code and whispered: "It must be you, I don't People will be deleted without any reason.”
Zhou Tuchi's WeChat avatar is his own surname, with Zhou in black letters on a white background, which is his style.
Afraid of being overheard by Zhou Mu, An Zhiyi immediately added: "My birthday party starts at five o'clock in the afternoon."
Because of her birthday, An Zhiyi's fear of Zhou Muchi has lessened a bit.
"But I am very dissatisfied with only this necklace."
An Zhiyi would still despise the things that were taken by others first, even if they returned to An Zhiyi's hands in the end. She held her chin up and smiled: "Brother Zhou, will you give me a gift that satisfies me?"
An Zhiyi is like this, the eldest lady has a temper that is difficult to coax and indulgent. But after all, it was Zhou Tuchi who watched him grow up, so he could only nod helplessly: "You will be satisfied."
The sweetness on the tip of his nose faded a bit, Zhou Muchi took a sip from the water glass and said, "Go to bed early."
An Zhiyi put away her phone and returned to the room happily.
Closing the door, the smile fell from his lips.
She couldn't sleep. How could she sleep?
In the circle of friends, her dear sister posted a picture of a quiet time. Her fiancé sat next to her and peeled oranges for her. The patience in her eyes almost seemed strange to An Zhiyi.
If Zhou Twichi asked her because he saw this circle of friends, then why did Zhou Twichi have An Ran's WeChat account?
An Zhiyi lowered her eyes and clicked on Zhou Ji's circle of friends - what came into view was a horizontal line.
