Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Chen Chi was silent, Zhang Ziyu pursed his lips and remained silent.

He knew what Jing Qiao was talking about, but he didn't know the meaning of Jing Qiao's explanation. Zhang Ziyu didn't want to refute Chen Chi. It was impossible for him and Chen Chi to become friends, or even develop a further relationship. Jingqiao's relationship is even more unclear, so there is no need to respond.

Zhang Ziyu didn't expect Jing Qiao to refute.

The brows and eyes were a little cold, and the voice was low, but it made Zhang Ziyu feel the feeling of someone speaking for him after he was used to being ignored.

My heart is numb.

****

The atmosphere on Zhang Ziyu's side was not very good, and the relationship between Chen Huansha and Zhang Haicheng became even more rigid.

Chen Huansha doesn't speak, her face is sullen, and she can pretend to smile at ordinary times, but now she can't even smile. She thought that if she married Zhang Haicheng and gave birth to him a son, she would be able to sit back and relax for the rest of her life, and the company would be hers too. , but what Chen Huansha didn't expect at all was that Zhang Haicheng never planned to leave the company to her from the very beginning.

Zhang Haicheng never bowed his head to others, let alone Chen Huansha, he just straightened his collar, poured a glass of water for Chen Huansha, and said: "Don't worry about it so much, I will let you live comfortably for the rest of your life. "

Chen Huansha naturally understood that she was not qualified to negotiate terms with Zhang Haicheng, and lowered her head pretending to be docile, gnashing her teeth in hatred.

Jing Qiao sat with Zhang Ziyu for a while, then turned to ask him, "Do you like singing?"

Zhang Ziyu's pupils dilated slightly, "How do you know?"

There was a smile in Jing Qiao's eyes, Zhang Ziyu's face was small, delicate and beautiful, his eyes were slightly widened like a cat, innocent and dazed, Jing Qiao pinched his fingers, resisting the urge to rub his hair, and whispered Said: "I probably know something about you."

Zhang Ziyu nodded, he couldn't believe it.

"like singing."

"Then why didn't you pass the music academy?"

Zhang Ziyu thought for a while and said, "My mother liked fashion design the most back then."

He didn't say too much, but Jing Qiao already knew about it, and it was nothing more than a few reasons for the wealthy family. As far as he knew, Ge Ting's major was finance, and he had heard from his mother that Ge Ting was in high school. With a particularly high design talent, he once designed a catwalk for a large school party by himself. Until now, the photos of that catwalk are hung on the school display wall.

But is Zhang Ziyu happy to live like someone else?

Jing Qiao suppressed his smile, feeling a little pain in his heart.

"Do you still want to sing?"

Zhang Ziyu paused for a long time before saying dryly, "I don't want to."

"I don't like it anymore."

Chen Chi didn't know when he left. He stood by for a long time, being ignored by both of them at the same time. He didn't care about Jing Qiao, but felt helpless because of Zhang Ziyu. He and Zhang Ziyu shouldn't be like this, maybe they could become friends. There are many uncertain things, but because of his identity, there is a gap between the two that can never be bridged.

When he left with a sad expression, Chen Chi, who has always been proud and indifferent, almost had red eyes.

"Don't eat indiscriminately in the future." Jing Qiao answered the company call and was about to leave again, telling him worriedly.

Zhang Ziyu nodded, "I didn't eat indiscriminately."

Jing Qiao looked at him for a while, didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, expressionless, Zhang Ziyu's eyes dodged, and he was so stubborn, "I didn't eat indiscriminately."

Jing Qiao was really helpless in his heart, obviously he was such a big person, and he looked like a child with very self-control, how could he look like a three-year-old child when it came to eating?Still don't listen!

"I'll call the school tomorrow."

"Close that window."

Jing Qiao left behind such a sentence, took the door behind him and left, leaving Zhang Ziyu in a daze with an aggrieved expression.