After just a few words, An's mother's attention was completely focused on An Zhiyi, who glanced at An Ran calmly.
An Ran coughed a few times, and her pale cheeks became a little flushed. She stared at the necklace on An Zhiyi's collarbone in surprise and asked, "Is this the birthday gift from Brother Ji to my sister?"
An Zhiyi rubbed her fingertips and glanced at Zhou Ji with a half-smile. Zhou Ji also looked over, looking a little heavy.
Of course he knew the quality of the necklace he bought himself, but judging from the quality of this one, it was obvious that it was not.
"It turns out Zhizhi has a more suitable necklace." Zhou Ji took out a tissue and wiped his fingers slowly, teasing: "I didn't satisfy Zhizhi."
Before An Zhiyi could speak, An Ran had already spoken: "Wasn't my sister still angry because she didn't take a photo of that necklace? Why did she stop liking it so quickly?"
After saying that, she pursed her bloodless lips and said to An's mother with a smile: "Brother Ji originally said he wanted to give sister a surprise!"
An's mother's eyes stayed on the necklace An Zhiyi was wearing for a few seconds, and then glanced at Zhou Ji a few times. The smile on her face was a little weak: "Zhizhi, that's Xiao Ji's wish anyway."
It was a slightly reproachful tone, but An Zhiyi was used to it.
Her smile remained unchanged: "Zhou Ji knew I didn't like it, and later he said he would take me to buy another one."
"Really?" An's mother asked Zhou Ji.
Zhou Ji's lips became more playful. He walked over and put his arms around An Zhiyi's shoulders. He rubbed his fingertips on her fair shoulders: "How could I let Zhizhi have an imperfect birthday?"
An Zhiyi felt that she had begun to resist Zhou Ji's approach.
Slightly brushing Zhou Ji's body away, An Zhiyi sat back a little on the sofa, raised her eyebrows and said, "I asked Uncle Chen to pick me up just now, and he brought Ran Ran's gift over. Let's take a look at what Ran Ran has prepared for me." What a surprise."
When she spoke, there was uncontrollable joy in her eyes.
Zhou Ji leaned against her, got close to her, and whispered: "Is Zhizhi's acting skills already so good?"
An Zhiyi didn't reply to his words.
She fiddled with her mobile phone and saw that an unknown number made two calls to her. They were probably salespeople. She raised her hand and added them to the blacklist.
When Uncle Chen came in with a gift box, An Ran was sipping the black chicken soup stewed by An's mother.
"Miss, this is your gift."
An Zhiyi couldn't wait.
She knew that An Ran always acted in full sets and would definitely prepare gifts early, but she also knew that even if An Ran carried gifts, she would not carry the ones she liked.
Uncle Chen said: "Second Miss really cares about your birthday!"
A crying limited edition bag.
Average.
An Zhiyi's expression looked sad for a moment, which was all seen by An's mother.
There are too many of these bags in An Zhiyi's cloakroom, so it's really inappropriate to use them as birthday gifts, not to mention it's a bit unlucky to give them "crying" on birthdays.
Mother An was annoyed: "Why did Ranran buy this bag for my sister?"
An Ran answered accurately: "I originally wanted to buy it myself, but my health is not good enough, so I have no choice but to ask Uncle Chen to buy the most expensive bag he saw..."
What she said was sincere, coupled with a few tears. If An Zhiyi started to blame again at this time, it would seem that she was ignorant.
"As long as it's your intention." An Zhiyi put the bag on the table and pursed her lips with a smile: "After all, Ranran is not in good health, so I'm very happy that she remembered to give me a gift when she was sick."
An Ran has always used her body to speak, and An Zhiyi has learned this too.
Hearing that An Zhiyi was so sensible, An's mother thought that she had forgotten to prepare a gift for An Zhiyi, and she didn't even say a blessing. She sighed softly, feeling full of guilt: "Didn't you fall in love with a store a few days ago? ? If mom gives it to you, just think of it as a gift from our family!"
An Zhi smiled happily: "Mom is the best."
The purpose of her coming was for this. Only now did An Ran realize that An Zhiyi was not looking at Zhou Ji at all, but her thoughts were on An's mother!
An Ran's face changed slightly, and she was a little distressed: "Why does my sister suddenly want to start a business? Is it because she doesn't have enough money?"
