She wasn't just talking about the necklace. Zhou Ji paused slightly while holding the leather shoes on the necklace, then raised his feet and sat next to An Zhiyi: "Then let's change to another one."
It doesn't matter whether you change it or not.
An Zhiyi looked at the necklace on the sole of his shoe, touched the space on his collarbone, tilted her head and asked, "Where is my gift."
"Ranran is very ill and we haven't had time to prepare yet." Zhou Ji put his arms around An Zhiyi's waist and said, "How about I take you to choose after we finish?"
Mingyan felt angry when she heard such perfunctory words, but because An Zhiyi hadn't said anything yet, she could only swallow what was in her heart.
She glanced at Cheng Yi, and she knew the purpose of her coming here. Wasn't it just to cooperate with Zhou Ji to disgust An Zhiyi!
The anger in her heart was building up, and she said coldly: "Pick up your necklace yet!"
Cheng Yi trembled and glanced at Zhou Ji with tearful eyes. Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow and said to Mingyan, "This is Cheng Yi's intention anyway. It's not appropriate to take it back intact."
Mingyan sneered: "You've already stepped on it and you still have the nerve to raise your concerns?"
Zhou Ji smiled at Cheng Yi: "Do you mind?"
He does have a good-looking smile, and there is a small dimple on his cheek, which is very easy to charm people.
Cheng Yi swallowed and quickly shook his head: "I don't mind."
Zhou Ji smiled at An Zhiyi again: "Is this how Zhizhi treats other people's feelings?"
An Zhiyi squeezed the wine glass tightly.
Does this mean you want her to pick up the necklace? An Zhiyi sneered.
At her birthday party, one of her birthday girls was forced into this state by her fiancé. Did she think her birthday party wasn't chaotic enough?
There was a smile on An Zhiyi's lips, and she raised her hand to ask the waiter to pour her another glass of wine.
"What do you know, Zhizhi? Do you look down on it?" Zhou Ji held the wine glass that An Zhiyi was about to put to his mouth with one hand, and said with some distress: "I specifically asked Cheng Yi to hold this necklace for you. Apologetic."
An Zhiyi glanced at his fingers. She didn't know whether it was intentional or something. There was still a little orange on Zhou Ji's fingertips, which should have been left when peeling oranges for An Ran.
It's really hard for Zhou Ji. While taking care of An Ran, he also has to calm down An Zhiyi.
"Zhou Ji." An Zhiyi removed his finger and stood up indifferently. She stared at Zhou Ji sitting on the sofa and smiled coldly: "Are you drunk?"
Zhou Ji opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, An Zhiyi pinched his cheek.
Her fingers were a little cold, but she was strong enough. The red wine followed the curve of his cheek and finally reached An Zhiyi's fingertips.
She pushed Zhou Ji on the sofa and poured a drink into Zhou Ji like a young couple quarreling.
Mingyan looked a little stunned. She thought An Zhiyi planned to make Zhou Ji bloody again.
An Zhiyi lowered her eyes, wiped some of the wine stains on his face with a tissue, and then approached him with the unique sweetness of red wine: "Zhou Ji, you are drunk."
Zhou Ji laughed, held her waist and pushed An Zhiyi into his arms. He said in a low voice: "Zhizhi, this would never have happened before."
before? An Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled: "You don't like it?"
"I like it, of course I do." Zhou Ji took the initiative to give An Zhiyi a step up, held her waist, picked up the necklace and threw it casually on the table: "I like whatever Zhizhi does."
Mingyan rolled her eyes, her words sounded better than her singing.
She snorted coldly and looked down upon Cheng Yi, whose tears were about to fall to the ground: "Why are you still standing here?"
Cheng Yi's body trembled obviously, and she glanced at Zhou Ji before leaving.
An Zhiyi noticed it and glanced at Zhou Ji. Zhou Ji sniffed a strand of her hair and said, "Did Zhizhi change the shampoo?"
"It probably smells a little more orange." An Zhiyi stood up calmly: "Don't mess up your hair."
