Fortunately, this time Zhou Ji didn't ignore him anymore and connected.

Chi Ye gritted his back molars, and then said, "Wang Yuting has nothing to do with me, that's what the old man meant, I won't marry her, we've all come to this point, don't lose your temper with me, I feel uncomfortable."

After he finished speaking, he waited for her response, but the other end of the phone never spoke.

Chi Ye frowned, and shouted tentatively, "Zhou Ji, are you listening?"

Zhou Ji: "Hmm."

Seeing that she was still paying attention to herself, Chi Ye breathed a sigh of relief, "That'...... I'll make you hairy crabs when I get home at night?"

Zhou Ji thought for a moment, "...... Hmm."

Chi Ye paused and asked, "...... Not angry?"

Zhou Ji said bluntly: "Your family doesn't agree, I can understand it, after all, your conditions are quite good, that Miss Wang, her appearance and family background are quite compatible with you, as for me, ......."

"There are so many people who are matched with me, do you think I can marry them all?" Chi Ye interrupted her, "Don't talk to me about this nonsense, are you still asking me to prove that I only want to marry you?"

Saying that, he was already a little irritable.

Zhou Ji shrugged: "What are you yelling about? That's your family's business, and I've figured it out, you can just solve it yourself, I can't see it, and I don't care about you."

Chiye: "A woman with no heart."

Zhou Ji felt that this son of a son was getting better and better, and she didn't blame him for getting a fiancée out of nowhere to answer her, and he was still so dissatisfied.

At night, Zhou Ji didn't let him pick him up, and when he got home, Chi Ye was already making hairy crabs, and she smelled the fragrance as soon as she entered the door.

Zhou Ji hung the bag to the side, lay on the kitchen door and took two sips, saying, "Otherwise, one day you will be kicked out of the house by your father because of your stubbornness, and it will be good to open a restaurant."

When Chi Ye heard her words, he took the shovel and wanted to knock her on the head, but Zhou Ji immediately retreated, disgusted, "Your shovel is full of oil! You're crazy, aren't you?"

Chi Ye sneered, but he didn't really start.

Zhou Ji washed his hands and was holding the fruit plate on the table to eat fruit, Chi Ye's mobile phone rang, and Zhou Ji saw that it was information from his home, so he immediately took it to him.

Chi Ye answered while cooking: "Dad...... Well...... At home...... Well...... Zhou Ji is also ...... Good...... Building 11...... Well...... 8th Floor......

Zhou Ji, who was still biting grapes in his mouth, heard him start to report his home address, and his eyelids suddenly jumped fiercely.

As soon as the call ended, she asked, "What's wrong? Why do you still say the address?"

Chi Ye: "Mom and Dad are at the gate of the community, just in the neighborhood, I want to come up and have a look."

When Zhou Ji heard this, his breath suddenly paused, and after looking left and right, he was about to take his things away from Chiye's room, and if he couldn't take them, he directly found a place to stuff them.

Chino raised an eyebrow at her actions, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Ji hugged his clothes and walked out, "You clean up the house by yourself, I'll go back next door first."

Chi Ye's powerful arm grabbed her arm, as if smiling, "Zhou Ji, are you pretending to be innocent with me now? They already knew that I was living with you, what are you tossing around?"

Zhou Ji: "You have ruined my reputation, and I will have a very pure neighborly relationship with you from now on."

Chi Ye threw the clothes in her arms onto the sofa, "Don't talk nonsense with me, serve food, eat."

Zhou Ji frowned.

Chi Ye pressed the man on the sofa, and he was wearing an apron, and the doorbell rang.

Zhou Jiyi was excited, and his mood was completely different from the last time they met.

Seeing that Chi Ye was about to open the door, Zhou Ji immediately stopped the person.

Under Chi Ye's scrutiny, Zhou Ji took a deep breath and said, "You take off your apron and give it to me."

Chi Ye raised his eyebrows slightly: "To you?"

He didn't give it, so Zhou Ji grabbed it himself, and then urged him to open the door and put the apron on himself.