But after a few seconds, he silently looked away again.
Zhou Ji called the manager and helped her pay for tonight's consumption.
Just when he saw the details on the bill, a faint sneer appeared on the corner of the man's lips. It was so fleeting that it was almost impossible to capture it.
Jiang Yue heard the sneer above her head and raised her eyes to meet the man's solemn and majestic eyes. She felt that Zhou Ji was laughing at her, so she asked a little unhappily: "Why are you laughing?"
Zhou Ji thought for a long time, and then said something that seemed true but not true: "I think I'm ridiculous."
Jiang Yue slowly frowned, as if trying to tell whether his words were meant to tease her. After a few seconds, she calmly said, "Oh, it's a bit."
Zhou Ji put away the bill without saying a word. His hand was still around her waist. His fingertips were warm, and he seemed to be able to touch the hot temperature of her skin through the fabric. He said casually: "What are you doing today?" Did you enjoy your evening?"
Jiang Yue originally thought it was quite interesting, but her interest was completely ruined when she met him in the corridor.
Naturally, it was a bit novel for her to come to this kind of place for the first time, and she had just been coaxed by these young and handsome boys with eight-pack abs that she could touch casually.
But Zhou Ji's sudden appearance was like pouring cold water on her, and the small fire that had just been lit became smoke due to the water.
Jiang Yue didn't want to answer this.
It was also the first time that Gu Chen and Fu Qingnian saw the two of them getting along in private, which was completely different from what they imagined.
Jiang Yue doesn't look like the stalker or groveling person he used to be.
On the contrary, she didn't seem to like talking to people, especially Zhou Ji. She was even more indifferent to him, and even her replies to him were perfunctory.
Not much patience.
I can't wait to get rid of him.
Gu Chen felt strange, why did Jiang Yue change so much all of a sudden? I didn't hear that she was stimulated in any way.
In the past, she had worked hard to get into this circle.
Zhou Ji was also very surprised. They had never seen him have such a good temper towards a woman, and the tenderness he inadvertently showed when he lowered his eyes was unprecedented.
Zhou Ji signed the order, said a few words and left.
Gu Chen and Fu Qingnian didn't intend to stay any longer, so they got up and left together.
It was windy at night, especially at the gate.
The cold wind blowing in front of you makes your skin feel stinging.
Gu Chen lazily played with the lighter in his hand. The fire swayed in the wind. The flickering light fell on the man's delicate and white face. His natural smiling eyes hid the man's vicious heart very well. He looked like He seemed to be a kind-hearted person with a good temper. He smiled and said: "Don't you think Jiang Yue has become quite interesting?"
Fu Qingnian is not a blind fool, but he has never been interested in other people's private affairs: "What are you referring to?"
With a bang, Gu Chen closed the mechanical lighter and said, "Everything."
A woman who used to look like she would die without Zhou Ji would not have the cold, supercilious look in her eyes just now.
And her indifference to Zhou Ji just now didn't look like an act.
It seems that I really don’t love it anymore.
Fu Qingnian was silent for a moment, and then said, "I'm not interested."
But he didn't deny what Gu Chen said.
Gu Chen smiled and said, "Don't you think she is more interesting now?"
*
The night is more revealing.
Jiang Yue had a man's suit jacket draped over her shoulders, and it seemed that the man's cold breath still lingered on it, with a faint aroma floating around. It was not unpleasant, and there was no smell of cigarette smoke that she hated.
When we got in the car, the air conditioning was sufficient and it was not as cold as outside.
When Jiang Yue arrived home, she completely ignored the man behind her. She bent down and took off her high heels as soon as she entered the house. It was her habit to step barefoot on the blanket.
I was a little tired now, so I lay down on the sofa.
I plan to rest for a while before going upstairs to wash up and go to bed.
The man followed her, his eyes stopping at her bare feet, which were white and tender, as if the toes had been carefully cared for.
The hem of the skirt slid down, and the soft fabric piled up in layers above the knees.
The woman's thighs are white and thin, and her knees seem to be slightly red. There is no other reason, as if they are born that way.
The long, thick black hair is spread out lazily, hanging down somewhat casually. The porcelain-white and slender neck is slightly raised in a beautiful arc, making the whole person look soft and relaxed.
Zhou Ji's eyes darkened and she paused for a few seconds. The man then acted as if nothing had happened. He bent down and took a pair of slippers and walked to her, kneeling down in front of her.
His fingertips felt slightly cold, and suddenly he held her slender snow-white ankle. The woman's eyelashes trembled, and she kicked him lightly with her foot. She didn't even open her eyelids, and spoke in a lazy voice. Sounding coquettish, she asked: "What do you do?"
Zhou Ji helped her put on her slippers, and he always reminded her tirelessly: "You are prone to getting sick, so don't wear shoes."
Although this home has constant temperature and air conditioning on all year round.
But you can't be so careless.
In Zhou Ji's eyes, Jiang Yue's health was really in bad shape. He fell ill at every turn and had nightmares at every turn.
She is a flower that needs careful care.
It needs comfortable wind, comfortable rain, and comfortable sunshine.
Not too much, not too little.
Jiang Yue closed her eyes and stepped on the soles of her feet with fluffy slippers, which seemed to brush away the chill for a moment.
But the next moment, the world was spinning.
The mature and cold breath was like a cage trapping her, covering everything.
The man held her waist tightly like a vice.
Her thin white fingers were quietly grasped by someone, forced to open, and then forced to be tightly clasped with him. The man's palm fell silently on her knees.
Jiang Yue, who realized she was in danger, slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on the sofa, unable to move. She subconsciously opened her mouth and asked, "Are you going to rebel?"
Zhou Ji spoke in a gentle voice, as if he was the person with the best temper in the world: "I haven't been able to satisfy you these days, I'm sorry."
He slowly held her chin again and gently straightened her face. This face seemed to be only the size of his palm, and her white and rosy complexion looked very nourishing.
He paused for a moment and continued in a calm tone:
"I didn't fulfill my duties as a husband."
"I won't make this mistake again."
