Zhou Muchi's eyes fell on her, clearly without any emotion, but An Zhiyi always felt that he had seen through her long ago.
"I didn't give you a choice." Zhou Tuchi stood in front of him, his tone flat: "Either go home, or I'll watch you."
The familiar choice between two options is full of oppression.
An Zhiyi only dared to choose the former.
There was no light or atmosphere in Anjia's small villa because everyone was in the hospital.
An Zhiyi got out of the car, brushed away the broken hair around her ears, and waved to Zhou Muchi who was sitting in the driver's seat with a fake smile: "Thank you, Brother Zhou, for taking me home."
Zhou Tuchi looked at her: "There's more."
An Zhiyi blinked: "Have I forgiven you?"
Zhou Tuchi chuckled lightly and said teasingly, "Can you take me off the blacklist again?"
At first, he didn't know when he was blacklisted by An Zhiyi again. He took the ice cubes back to the ward and found that An Zhiyi was indeed missing, so he sent her a message.
The red exclamation mark is the same as before.
He knew that An Zhiyi was a careless person, and they had nothing in common. If An Zhiyi put him on the blacklist again this time, Zhou Muchi would indeed be very unhappy.
"And my mobile phone number, you blocked it too."
An Zhiyi blinked again, suddenly thinking of the harassing phone calls she blocked in An Ran's ward, her face suddenly turned red, and she stuttered a little: "I, I didn't know that was you..."
She pulled Zhou Twichi out of the blacklist, issued a 1 certificate, and then ran in the door without looking back.
So shameful.
After standing at the door for a while, An Zhiyi's phone rang. It was from Zhou Muchi. It was a very simple word - um.
An Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, took off her shoes and slumped on the sofa to rub her ankles. At the same time, she contacted the construction team that she had found a long time ago, sent the drawings, and told them that they would start work tomorrow.
She is indeed not as talented as An Ran in finance, but she will never sit still and wait for death.
She has been to many bars these days, and the atmospheres of popular bars are actually quite different.
There was also an unexpected surprise. She fell in love with a resident singer who was quite famous in that store. Today was her day to go on stage, and An Zhiyi wanted to poach her.
Putting on a neat short skirt, a black windbreaker, and a pair of high heels, An Zhiyi went out in a hurry.
As soon as he left the house, An Zhiyi's body froze in place.
Zhou Tuchi stood next to the car, looking like he had expected it. The two people's eyes met, and Zhou Tuchi raised his hand to open the car door: "Come here."
An Zhiyi walked over bravely: "Brother Zhou, don't you have a meeting to hold?"
Only then did Zhou Muchi see what An Zhiyi was wearing, and his eyes dimmed for a moment.
She has a good figure, and you can see it more clearly when you get closer. The long legs that are looming under the windbreaker are almost perfect, white and straight.
He calmly moved his eyes away: "The time is just right."
Zhou Muchi patted the car door, and An Zhiyi reluctantly got into the passenger seat: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"I left earlier than I thought." Zhou Tuchi said in a cold voice, "You still can't sit still."
An Zhiyi had not experienced this feeling of being manipulated to death for a long time, and she hated it.
"I don't want to go back to the Zhou family." An Zhiyi lowered her eyelashes: "You can't control me like this. My mother doesn't even care about me."
The main reason is that she doesn't want to see Zhou Ji's smiling face now.
"No reply." Zhou Tuchi turned the steering wheel and said in a calm voice, "But I still have to take care of it."
