When Jiang Mingzhu was speechless, Zhou Li pointed to the condensed cup in the sink and ordered, "Wash it."

Jiang Mingzhu: "Don't wash."

Zhou Li: "Then don't eat."

Jiang Mingzhu: "......"

Could this mean be more obvious?

Jiang Mingzhu didn't know where Zhou Li got so much anger, and he looked like he was dissatisfied.

But he had a cool time last night.

Jiang Mingzhu later washed the espresso cup very perfunctorily, and his eyes fell on the coffee machine again.

At this time, Zhou Li had almost finished the fried rice.

He glanced at Jiang Mingzhu and ordered, "Take the utensils."

Jiang Mingzhu's attention was distracted, and he opened the drawer and took the plate and spoon.

Two plates of fried rice were quickly brought to the table.

Zhou Li walked to the refrigerator, took a carton of milk out of it and poured it into the cup.

Jiang Mingzhu looked a little puzzled, when did Zhou Li, a person who doesn't drink non-American, become so "healthy"?

Not only do you want to drink milk, but you also put it in the microwave and heat it up.

Probably sensing that Jiang Mingzhu had been staring, Zhou Li's face tightened a little, "What."

Jiang Mingzhu: "I also want to drink milk, can you pour me a glass?"

Zhou Li: "No."

Jiang Mingzhu: "I really don't recognize people when I put on my pants."

Zhou Li: "I didn't drink enough last night, did I?"

Jiang Mingzhu was stunned for a moment before he realized that Zhou Li was talking nonsense.

She was not shy because of this, raised her eyebrows and smiled slyly: "Yes, some people are not very good, of course they can't be fed."

Zhou Li sighed, turned around and walked to the microwave.

Jiang Mingzhu put down the spoon and followed, but finally mixed a glass of milk.

I was squeezed enough by Zhou Li last night, and after sitting down, Jiang Mingzhu couldn't wait to start eating.

Zhou Li could clearly see that her speed had slowed down a lot, and the number of chews had increased.

Zhou Li retracted his gaze, picked up the milk and drank a glass of milk.

Jiang Mingzhu: "Have you changed your taste now?"

Zhou Li: "What."

Jiang Mingzhu: "Milk, I remember you don't like to drink it."

Zhou Li: "Oh, Xu Yingfei likes it."

Jiang Mingzhu: "...... That's right."

The expected disappointment didn't appear, and she didn't even pause, "Looks like you're in a good relationship."

Zhou Li: "It has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Mingzhu: "Don't worry, I remember our agreement."

She blinked, "Don't interfere in each other's lives."

Zhou Li didn't reply to her directly this time.

Jiang Mingzhu ate a little bit of a meal and habitually touched her stomach.

Zhou Li's eyes sank after seeing this action.

Jiang Mingzhu: "I'm full, then I'll go first, don't bother you."

She had let go of her hand as she spoke, and her tone and state seemed normal.

Zhou Li: "Whatever you want."

——

A few minutes after Jiang Mingzhu left, the doorbell suddenly rang outside.

Zhou Li walked over from the restaurant to open the door, and frowned after seeing Zhou Yi standing outside the door.

Zhou Yi kept smiling, looking Zhou Li up and down meaningfully.

Zhou Li: "What are you looking for me?"

Zhou Yi: "When I parked the car just now, I saw someone go out."

Zhou Li: "......"

You don't have to say it to know who this person is.

Zhou Yi: "She was here with you last night?"

Zhou Li: "Oh."

What happens when lonely men and widows spend the night together, no one knows better than Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi stared at Zhou Li for a while, but didn't ask, "Did she explain it to you?"

At the mention of this matter, Zhou Li's face became heavier than before.

There was silence for almost half a minute before one word came out, "No."

Zhou Yi: "What about you, you didn't ask?"

Zhou Li: "There's no need."

These three words are not very warm, and there is still some anger in tasting a product carefully.

However, Zhou Yi didn't think Zhou Li was naïve or cautious.

It is impossible for anyone to be indifferent to this kind of thing.

Zhou Yi: "Then what is her attitude now? You've got a fiancée, and she's—"

"Hmm." Zhou Li repeated Jiang Mingzhu's attitude last night to Zhou Yi.

The further back you go, the lower the voice becomes.

Zhou Yi knew very well where Zhou Li's loss and disappointment came from-

"How many times did she do that before?" Zhou Yi touched his chin and speculated, "Did you push people too hard, she broke the jar and broke it."

Zhou Li: "Probably."

Zhou Yi: "Feifei's side wasn't exposed, right?"

Zhou Li: "Yes."

Zhou Yi: "Even if you two are not exposed, you two should think about the next step, it is not a way to keep going like this."

His expression was much more serious, "Sooner or later, some words will have to be spread out on the table."

——

Because of the project of Yanhe and Mingchuan, Jiang Mingzhu stayed in Beicheng for a permanent stay.

She didn't go back to the Xiangfu villa, and directly renewed the hotel room for a month.

Qin Mingli handed over the related work of Beicheng to Jiang Mingzhu, and he stayed for another week before returning to Hong Kong City with Qin Chongzhi.

After sending off the Qin brothers, Jiang Mingzhu, Fang Qinyang and Fu Xiaozhi made an appointment for a hot pot together.

During the meal, it was inevitable to talk about Zhou Li.

What happened last time, Fang Qinyang and Fu Xiaozhi knew everything after that night.

Fang Qinyang asked, "Have you been in touch since that day?"

Jiang Mingzhu: "No."

Fang Qinyang: "I saw the news before that they were all choosing a wedding venue, is it really fake? Zhizhi, do you know?"

Fu Xiaozhi: "You still need to ask, it must be fake."

Since knowing about Xu Yingfei and the bodyguard, Fu Xiaozhi has not worried about these problems at all, "This look is for people to see, it depends on who can't hold their breath first."

Fang Qinyang: "Zhuzhu, don't you say?"

Jiang Mingzhu lowered his head and took a sip of juice and fell into deep thought.

said yes for sure, but Zhou Li hasn't looked for her since that night, and she doesn't have Zhou Li's contact information now.

If you want to say it, you can't say it.

I can only wait for the next meeting-

Fu Xiaozhi: "Have you seen each other recently?"

Jiang Mingzhu: "No."

Fu Xiaozhi: "Why don't I give you his mobile phone number?"

Jiang Mingzhu: "Hmm."

Fu Xiaozhi quickly forwarded Zhou Li's mobile phone number.

Jiang Mingzhu tentatively sent a text message to the past.

[Good evening, brother.] 】

She didn't introduce herself, I believe that seeing this tone, Zhou Li guessed her identity.

But the message went out for a long time, and there was no response from there.

Until the end of this hot pot, Jiang Mingzhu did not receive a reply from Zhou Li.

It's like going back to when they first met.

The only difference is that she didn't care at that time, and now she feels a little uncomfortable after being ignored.

Jiang Mingzhu returned to the hotel at half past ten, and after taking a shower, she took out her mobile phone again.

Still no reply.

Jiang Mingzhu pursed his mouth and thought, whether to send another one.

When I was struggling, I suddenly got on the phone.

It was Zhou Li who called.

Jiang Mingzhu immediately picked it up.

Zhou Li: "Where?"

Jiang Mingzhu: "What

Are you coming to me?"

Zhou Li: "Address."

Jiang Mingzhu: "The Intercontinental of the Third Ring, 2108, is waiting for you."

It hung up over there.

Jiang Mingzhu rubbed his mobile phone, not quite sure what Zhou Li meant.