How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3188 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1750 Ji Zhizhi, don't talk to me in this tone.

He was shaking, but she wasn't sure if it was the cold, or... some emotion that was too intense.

The dry clothes on her body quickly absorbed the rainwater on his body, and she was bitingly cold, she struggled subconsciously: "Uh... enough, enough... I am also very happy to see you."

After trying a few times, he finally pushed him away reluctantly, raised his hand to fiddle with some messy hair, and smiled awkwardly: "Go upstairs and take a shower first, I'll ask Youyang to find you some clothes to change into. "

But he stood at the door without moving, his black eyes soaked in ink stared at her bandaged left hand: "Injured?"

Her voice was extremely hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long, long time.

Ji Zhizhi looked down at her line of sight, shrugged: "Oh, a little scratch, it's okay, you come in first, it's cold outside."

……

I have imagined the scene of their reunion countless times, maybe it was a random moment on the street in a foreign country, maybe it was the wedding banquet between him and Zhizhi, or maybe it was a sunny afternoon at Ji's house...

But no matter which one, it will end in speechlessness and embarrassment in the end.

She thought that she might not be able to meet him frankly in her whole life.

But tonight, her performance was unexpectedly calm, so calm that even she herself couldn't believe it.

It's like welcoming a friend I haven't seen for many years, a little happy, a little sad, and many, many memories that have been gradually forgotten come up again. This feeling is very subtle, as if I have picked up some lost treasures.

She thought, perhaps subconsciously amplified her liking and dependence on Ji Zichuan.

After three years of precipitation, she was probably able to face him and Yaoyao frankly.

……

When the noodles came out of the pot, the man who had changed into clean clothes happened to go downstairs.

It's a little different from the memory, a little thinner, with a deeper outline, a taller figure, and a more calm and calm breath than three years ago, with the charm of a mature man exuding from top to bottom.

Only then did I vaguely remember that he was already 30 years old and had stepped into a mature and stable world.

Yaoyao will turn 18 next year.

"Hey, let's eat something to warm up."

She sat down opposite him, poured him a glass of water and put it aside, smiled slightly: "Come on, we haven't seen each other for almost 3 years, right? I almost didn't recognize you just now."

Picking up the chopsticks with his bony hands, the man raised his eyebrows and corrected her quietly: "Two years and 122 days."

What's the difference?

Ji Zhizhi pulled the corners of his lips and changed the subject: "Are you here on a business trip? Why don't you contact me in advance and make an appointment to meet again tomorrow. It's raining again at night, so it's not safe."

As soon as the first mouthful of noodles came to his lips, before he could open his mouth, the man suddenly stopped, put the noodles back, raised his head and frowned to look at her, his voice was suppressed and low: "Ji Zhizhi, don't talk to her in such a tone. I spoke."

Ji Zhizhi was stunned: "Huh?"

What happened to her tone?It seems that he neither swears nor raises his voice, does he?

"I'm not a passer-by who came to your place for dinner, nor an ordinary friend who just nodded to you. Don't talk to me in this tone, Zhizhi."

He looked at her, his thin lips moved slightly, and called her name word by word: "Don't look at me with such polite and distant eyes, as if I am nothing to you anymore."

(End of this chapter)