The next day, Ding Dong went to work as usual.

As for the distracted kiss last night, she also left it behind.

As always, she did not respond to Feng Chengyu's overtures.

Perhaps, she also knows what she is running away from, Feng Chengyu's feelings are something she has not been able to look at directly.

She told Wen Chengguo about Fu Sinuo's project, and the other party was obviously very interested and asked Fu Sinuo's identity.

Ding Dong remembered Fu Sinuo's entrustment, but just smiled, saying that it was an old friend.

Wen Chengguo knew that she was selling Guanzi, and he was not in a hurry, so he only asked her to bring someone over for an interview when she was free.

When she was about to get off work, she saw Wen Zi's painting in the company.

The two hadn't seen each other since the last time they were drunk in her hospital room.

This time he hurried to Wen Zishu's office, obviously having something to discuss.

Ding Dong only glanced at it, then lowered his head to clean up his table, thinking about what to eat at night.

When she looked up again, Wen Zihua was already standing in front of her desk.

She smiled at him and said softly, "Come to your brother?"

Since yesterday's incident, her opinion of Wen Zishu has deteriorated day by day, and now she doesn't even call Xiao Wen anymore.

Wen Zihua looked at her, a small pimple slightly frowned between her eyebrows, and she seemed to be a little distressed, but her tone was gentle and flat: "Looking for you." ”

Ding Dong raised his eyebrows, put down the things in his hand, and asked him, "Is there something wrong?"

"Tomorrow...... My birthday. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"And then?" Ding Dong blinked, still unable to guess his intentions.

"I would like to invite you to my birthday party. He looked at her earnestly, with a rare expression of persistence on his face.

Ding Dong wanted to refuse, but he continued: "I asked my brother, you don't have any work arrangements for tomorrow night. ”

Ding Dong paused before saying, "Then what if I have any personal arrangements?"

"Do you have it?" he asked, with a determined look on his face, as if he knew what reason she would use to block herself.

Of course she didn't, but she didn't want to make a fuss.

After all, getting too close to Wen Zihua was not in the plan, and besides, she didn't like too lively places.

"Of course there is, I made an appointment with my little sister to go shopping together. She was talking nonsense.

"You can walk the street at any time, but Wen Zihua's birthday is only one day a year. Wen Zihua smiled, "There are not many people, please give me a face." ”

When it came to this, Ding Dong was embarrassed to refuse again, so he had to vaguely agree.

So after getting off work the next day, Wen Zihua drove directly and waited for her downstairs in the company.

His birthday party was set at an upscale clubhouse.

She originally thought that Wen Chengguo and Wen Zishu should also be present on the occasion of her birthday, but after arriving at the destination, she was stunned to find that there were only five or six people present, both men and women, all of whom were faces she didn't know.

"These are my friends who write songs or paint together, so they don't have to be inhibited, they just sit down. Wen Zihua greeted her and took her to the most central position to sit down.

The people in the room greeted her warmly, and Ding Dong went back one by one, but she felt even more restrained.

I wouldn't have come if I had known......

She thought so, thanking her and taking the juice from the people around her.

"This is today's C position? We have to pick up our birthday star painting in person, it's really face-saving. ”

A voice came to my ears abruptly, and it seemed a little out of place in the soft music of the room.

Ding Dong followed the voice and looked over and saw a petite girl with exquisite makeup.

She was nesting in the sofa, holding her mobile phone in one hand, looking at Ding Dong with a smile on her face. Her long nails were embedded with all sorts of rhinestones and bells and whistles, which looked a little uncomfortable.

Wen Zihua sat beside Ding Dong and frowned almost imperceptibly: "Zhou Jing, you should say less today." ”

Ding Dong gently pulled his lips and smiled, taking a sip of juice.

It didn't seem to be as harmonious as it seemed, and she was just here to join in the fun.

Ding Dong rarely participates in this kind of occasion, and the last time he attended someone else's birthday party was probably when he was in high school.

And now that the scene is full of people she doesn't know, she thinks it's better to reduce her presence as much as possible.

The first half of the party wasn't anything special, but when the birthday cake was put on the table, the atmosphere was noticeably more cheerful.

Everyone looked even happier than Wen Zihua, and the cake that was supposed to be cut by the birthday boy was actually eaten by a group of his friends.

Wen Zi had the largest cake in front of the picture, but he didn't eat it, just sat quietly in place, looking at everyone with a light smile, and the cold atmosphere around him was a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

Ding Dong looked at the cake in his hand, and then looked at Wen Zi's painting.

The people in the room seemed to be intrigued by something, one by one competing to take the microphone and sing, or drinking and guessing and playing dice, only the two of them sat in their seats and did not respond.

And everyone seems to have gotten used to Wen Zi's lack of interest in painting, just playing with themselves, and no one cares about the two of them at all.

Except for the girl who was called Zhou Jing before.

She sat in the far corner and played a game of turntable with a boy next to her, her eyes glancing at the two of them from time to time.

Ding Dong ignored her overly frequent gaze, and just poked Wen Zihua with his elbow.

"Aren't you happy about your birthday?" she asked.

Wen Zihua turned his head to look at her, his eyes were heavy, not as funny as before.

"I'm happy, and when I see them happy, I'm happy. He said, his eyes gentle.

But Ding Dong could clearly see a bit of coldness in his expression.

But she wasn't a person who liked to get into the nitty-gritty, so she didn't ask any more.

The two of them said these two words, and Zhou Jing had already thrown down the boy who was playing the turntable with him and walked in front of them.

She looked at Ding Dong with unkind eyes, and the words she blurted out sounded a little unpleasant: "Zihua likes to be quiet, you better don't disturb him, come and play with us." ”

Ding Dong raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and then looked sideways at Wen Zihua, he also frowned, and looked at Zhou Jing, not looking very happy.

"That's a pity, I thought ......," Ding Dong paused, "he called me here to have some fun." ”

With that, she picked up the bag beside her and got up to leave.

"Then I won't bother, you go on. She said, raising her foot past Zhou Jing.

The next second, her arm was grabbed by a strong force.

Looking back, Wen Zihua also stood up and was standing behind her, tugging at her arm, with a grim face.

"Zhou Jing, I'll let you say less, don't you understand?" he said, his tone was rarely angry.