Probably because she didn't want An Zhiyi to interfere in her affairs, Jingjia took the initiative to speak.
Now that the goal has been achieved, An Zhiyi didn't go into details. He took the phone and waved it in front of her eyes: "Add a contact information."
As soon as she turned on her phone, two messages popped up on the avatar of "Brother Zhou", and just now - "Come out."
The two words were simple, but An Zhiyi clenched her phone tightly.
Zhou Tuchi knew she was here and could even send her a message while she was looking at her phone...
An Zhiyi glanced around, but made no move. Zhou Muchi's message arrived as promised - "I'll pick you up."
An Zhiyi's eyes widened and she quickly refused.
She quickly scanned the code handed over by Jingjiang, not even daring to say a word, for fear that Zhou Muchi would really come to catch her.
She ran out in one breath and looked up to see Zhou Tuchi's car. He had the window half-opened and his sharp eyes were locked on her.
An Zhiyi swallowed. She had abandoned Zhou Muchi twice today, and now there was less than an hour before her birthday ended. How could she use this time to escape?
"Wait for me to go down?"
An Zhiyi went around to the other side and opened the car door, but didn't get in. She smiled sheepishly: "Brother Zhou, my shoes are dirty, so I won't get in."
She wore a very attractive outfit, and even just standing there without any unusual movements was enough to attract attention.
Zhou Muchi could sense how malicious those people looked at An Zhiyi.
"I don't want to repeat it." Zhou Muchi's pressure was a little low. He knocked on the steering wheel and stared at An Zhiyi's face: "Let's go."
When An Zhiyi took the wine bottle, the wine also spilled on her shoes. The red wine stain was difficult to clean. Since Zhou Muchi didn't care, there was no need for An Zhiyi to worry too much.
She curled her lips, got into the car and closed the door, saying in one movement: "Take me home."
"It's not that my ankle hurts." Zhou Tuchi drove the car, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice: "You still lied to me."
"Do I have to be in pain all the time?" An Zhiyi tried hard to suppress the rolling of her eyes: "And I'm really hurt, why did I lie to you?"
An Zhiyi muttered: "If you let me go to the bar, do I need to go there secretly?"
"You know it's sneaky." Zhou Muchi's brows were a little sharper.
He held a meeting and found that the person was missing when he came out. He checked the surveillance camera and found the trace. As soon as he felt relieved, he heard An Zhiyi move his hand.
It's really not reassuring.
"Don't tell my mother about this." The car stopped in front of An's house. An Zhiyi buckled her seat belt and hesitated: "I don't want her to worry about me."
"What about me?" Zhou Muchi asked.
An Zhiyi was confused: "What."
Zhou Tuchi's breathing was a little heavy: "When you left, why didn't you think about whether I would worry about you."
Is it because it's not important? Or because...
Zhou Muchi couldn't think of any other reason, and his hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly, with some inexplicable emotions.
He felt that there was something wrong with this sentence and added: "Since you call me brother, I should..."
"I know, I know." An Zhiyi rubbed her ears. She had heard this sentence many times before, and sighed: "Because I don't have the habit of reporting to others."
"Besides." An Zhiyi held her chin up and smiled at him: "Since I was little, haven't you been able to find me every time I skipped classes? Didn't you find me this time too?"
silence.
Zhou Tuchi suddenly chuckled: "An Zhiyi, do you want me to keep looking for you?"
