Ziyang picked up the microphone on the table and threw it at the mean-mouthed man, "Fang Ziheng, I haven't seen you for three years, why are you still so mean-mouthed? You are indeed a bitch!"
"Each other."
Dong Zhuo shook his hair, sat next to Zi Yang, hugged her waist and pulled her into his arms. Yang Yang bit her lower lip lightly and raised her right hand to go back to him.
Dong Zhuo grabbed her hand and kissed her on the lips, clearly not taking her little strength into account.
He casually took the mango milkshake that had been prepared on the table and handed it to her.
"Quiet your thirst."
Ziyang smiled and pushed away: "Brother Zhuo, my appetite has changed a long time ago. You don't think I have kept my original appetite, right?"
What she said was a double entendre.
Dong Zhuo raised his eyebrows and raised his lips with unknown meaning.
"Yeah?"
Zi Yang blinked and looked at him calmly: "Yes."
She reached for an apple on the coffee table and took a bite. It was crisp and delicious.
"I like eating apples now."
Yaya, she still doesn't like eating apples. Ziyang smiled and tried to look delicious. No matter how probing his eyes were, she didn't bother to take a look.
To outsiders, she really enjoyed eating, chewing the food with great enthusiasm.
"No one will force you if it doesn't taste good."
Dong Zhuo said something lightly from the side and gave her an expression like "I know you don't love me, so stop pretending. It's already been exposed. If you still pretend you don't show off, you'll die."
The result of Dong Zhuo's eloquent expression was that Ziyang gnawed the whole apple, then wiped her mouth with a tissue with satisfaction, and handed him a "Who said I don't like eating? Didn't I finish eating already? Which of your eyes saw me pretending?"
I’ve lost you, this self-righteous man” smile.
"Yangyang, I heard that you just returned to China, so you don't have to have those cliché dinner parties. My brother will give you your favorite apple to welcome you back."
"..." Ziyang almost wanted to cry.
She took the disgusting apple and smashed it hard: "You stingy man, if you want to send me away with an apple, go to hell!"
Those who are close to vermillion are red, those who are close to ink are black. Scumbags are indeed surrounded by scumbags!
Zi Yang really wanted to draw a clear line between herself and these scum, but it was strange that Zeng Jin thought that each of these scum had their own love.
Sure enough, even someone as beautiful as her and with a top-notch IQ can sometimes make mistakes.
But with Dong Zhuo here, it was impossible for her to leave this box easily.
Zi Yang stared blankly at the big song-requesting screen and was stunned for a long time. She didn't understand why Dong Zhuo, a scumbag, was still pestering her. Why did he regret that he had always been messy with her and then abandoned her? Only a ghost would believe it!
After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a reason.
Zi Yang has never given up researching the reason why Dong Zhuo abandoned her and married Yuan Xiaoqiao. After all, before they got married, everyone knew that Dong Zhuo was her Yang Yang's man.
He didn't bother, he was the only one from beginning to end, and he loved her since childhood.
So, why?
Suddenly someone grabbed her hand, and Dong Zhuo pulled two paper towels to wipe her fingers, one by one, wiping the fruit juice stained on her hands.
Ziyang flattened her mouth and withdrew her right hand forcefully.
"I want to go to the bathroom."
"I'll accompany you."
"Will you follow me into the women's restroom too?"
Dong Zhuo had a slight smile on his face: "You can wait at the door."
"I can't run, why do you need to follow me so closely?"