Zhang Mofei went out to eat something in the morning, but she hasn't eaten anything until now. In addition, she cried and said that now, when she left the cafe, a gust of cold wind stung her head and she couldn't hold her head.
He staggered forward two steps.
"Be careful." Wu Yifan held her in time with both hands.
He grabbed her arms from behind and helped her stand firm. Still a little worried, he lowered his head and looked at her face and asked, "Is it okay?"
"It's okay." Zhang Mofei shook his head and rubbed his swollen temples with his fingers.
"Hey, Sister You." Qiao An's ruffian voice came from their left.
They both turned to look to the right at the same time.
Qiao An came out from a cake shop next door carrying a birthday cake.
His beautiful face lined with a red down jacket makes his smile even more charming, and his narrow eyes are curved enchantingly.
Her fair skin was very tender, and her face turned red from the wind after just a short while, as did the tip of her nose.
He walked towards Zhang Mofei and Wu Yifan in a leisurely manner, the smile on his face never changing.
Wu Yifan was still supporting Zhang Mofei with both hands, watching Qiao An approaching, and glanced at the birthday cake in his hand.
Today is his birthday. The two of them went out early in the morning and agreed to go home and celebrate at home in the evening.
The birthday cake in his hand must have been bought for him.
Qiao An walked up to Zhang Mofei and Wu Yifan and said with a smile, "No wonder you weren't there when I went to your office just now. You were hiding here drinking coffee with Sister You."
He didn't feel anything when he said it himself.
But those who listened could detect a strong sour smell.
"I happened to be here to see Wu Yifan for something. Pei Mochen will come to pick me up later. Whose birthday are you celebrating?"
Zhang Mofei naturally took two steps forward, keeping two steps away from Wu Yifan.
He lowered his head and looked at the cake in Qiao An's hand with a smile.
Qiao An said, "Don't you know? Today is Boss Wu's birthday."
After speaking, he blinked his beautiful eyes and pretended to be surprised.
The way he blinks his eyes is playful and seductive. Most women can't wink like him.
Zhang Mofei smiled softly, "How would I know? He didn't tell me as a friend. He must have wanted to have a romantic relationship just between the two of you."
She remembered that this was not the first time that Qiao An was jealous of her, and she was very petty.
When Wu Yifan supported him like that just now, he must have been heartbroken.
If they were separated from each other for ten days and a half because she caused misunderstandings between them, then she would have committed a crime.
Qiao An said, "I think Boss Wu definitely wants to invite you too."
His tone was sour, and his smile was also sour.
Wu Yifan heard this and said to Qiao An expressionlessly, "Qiao An, she has something wrong."
He frowned slightly, perhaps not so much that there was a trace of impatience in his tone.
"Who doesn't know that something is wrong with her? How can she be okay if her eyes are swollen from crying?" Qiao An finished speaking and walked towards the parking lot without looking back, carrying the cake.
There seems to be a little grievance.
It's not like he doesn't have eyes.
Why are you so nervous? Look at how nervous he looked just now.
He was already there, but he still couldn't let go of his hand.
Although I knew it was nothing, my heart was blocked, very blocked.
If it were anyone else, he might feel better, but Zhang Mofei was someone he had liked.
He had painted her so carefully, and there were three paintings.
So far, he has only drawn him carefully once.
He was so angry that he walked faster and faster.
Zhang Mofei turned to look at Wu Yifan reproachfully, "You sounded too serious towards him."
