On the night of the engagement party, Zhou Ziyi stood in President Yan's apartment holding a bunch of flowers.

The building is a duplex, with a total usable area of ​​more than 400 square meters, which looks very spacious - especially when Yan Xiuzhi lives alone.

Yan Xiuji closed the door at the back, then walked around Zhou Ziyi, turned on the lights and walked in: "You will stay in the guest room on the right side of the corridor on the first floor. There are everything in the cabinet, look for it yourself."

"Oh." Zhou Ziyi looked around as he walked, his expression very calm, and even raised the flowers in his hand, "Where should I put this?"

These were the flowers used at their engagement party, and they couldn't be thrown away, so Zhou Ziyi had to bring them back.

Yan Xiuji's feet were already on the stairs. Hearing this, he glanced at her and replied casually, "Whatever."

As we all know, "whatever" is the most troublesome answer. Zhou Ziyi had no choice but to ask: "I can put it anywhere I want?"

Yan Xiuji: “Yes.”

Zhou Ziyi: "Where is the vase?"

Yan Xiuji: "Find it yourself."

Zhou Ziyi: "Where are the gardening shears?"

Yan Xiuzhi didn't reply and stared at Zhou Ziyi in silence.

Zhou Ziyi understood immediately: "I understand. I'll look for it myself. If I can't find it, I'll buy one tomorrow."

Yan Xiuji was barely satisfied with his tact and replied, "The housekeeper will come tomorrow, you can ask her."

"Oh, I was saying that there should be at least one aunt in such a big house." Zhou Ziyi nodded, "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your instructions!"

Yan Xiuji continued to go upstairs.

Zhou Ziyi held the wreath and looked around, and suddenly found a vase on the wall-embedded decorative table at the entrance of the second floor stairs. He excitedly took two steps up, but before he reached the corner, he suddenly stopped there.

Yan Xiuji had just reached the second-floor corridor when he heard footsteps behind him stop after a few steps. He couldn't help but turn around and asked, "What are you doing now?"

"Uh..." Zhou Ziyi stopped on the stairs and looked up at him, "Can I go up to the second floor?"

"Why not?" Yan Xiuji felt that his questions were endless. "What on earth are you thinking about?"

Zhou Ziyi thought, isn't that because he's afraid you have some unspeakable secrets? But when the words came to his lips, he embellished them into: "I thought the second floor was Mr. Yan's private space."

"Yes, but it's not shameful. The housekeeper will come up too." Yan Xiuji simply explained, "Except for the study and bedroom on the second floor, which require my permission, you can go anywhere else. When the housekeeper comes tomorrow, add her on X-Message and ask her if you need anything - any other questions?"

Zhou Ziyi went upstairs while listening to him. When he finished speaking, Zhou Ziyi also reached the second floor stairs and smiled at him: "No more!"

Wearing a white tuxedo and holding a gorgeous rose, the young man's smile was dazzling. But when Yan Xiuji opened his mouth, only the straight man spoke: "Don't talk at the stairs, you'll be finished if you miss a step."

Zhou Ziyi still smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your concern."

Yan Xiuji ignored him and just turned around when he heard Zhou Ziyi shouting from behind: "That..."

Yan Xiuji: "What are you doing again?!"

"I suddenly remembered it! Please explain it to me!" Zhou Ziyi covered his face with flowers, not looking at Yan Xiuji. "Is Mr. Yan's vase an antique? Is it okay to put flowers there?"

"I don't have any antiques at home." Yan Xiuji paused, "I'll give you one last chance. Do you have any questions?"

Zhou Ziyi was silent for a moment, then slowly put the flowers down, revealing a pair of eyes that blinked.

Yan Xiuji actually understood what he meant: "If you have something to say, please speak."

"Boss Yan, can you take a photo with me?" Zhou Ziyi casually stuffed the flowers and their packaging into the mouth of the vase, and quickly took out his mobile phone. "I added Aunt Chu's X-letter, and your sister Yan Meiyue's. It's better to have some token of appreciation on the day of the engagement..."

Yan Xiuzhi felt that he was really very knowledgeable.

But on second thought, he was right. Yan Xiuji didn't pay attention to these details. He spent 30 million to let Zhou Ziyi come just to grasp these things.

Although sometimes, Yan Xiuzhi felt that this guy was probably making things so annoying on purpose.

"So, how do we take photos?" Yan Xiuji interrupted the other party's chattering, "Let me be clear, I don't like taking selfies. I won't take photos with you all the time, and I won't always have time to take photos."

"Okay, I see, Mr. Yan just doesn't like selfies." Zhou Ziyi nodded with an "I understand" expression, "Then don't take pictures of your face this time, can you lend me Mr. Yan's hand?"

Yan Xiuji was confused: "What?"

Zhou Ziyi stretched out his hand towards him: "Hand, stretch it out for a moment."

Yan Xiuji subconsciously stretched out his right hand.

“Brother, this is not a handshake!” Zhou Ziyi raised his left hand and shook it, his engagement ring flashing. “Left hand, the one with the ring!”

Yan Xiuji then gave him his left hand: "I told you not to call me that in private."

"Hey, it's just a joke, just like calling each other 'boss' or 'big brother' sometimes, it doesn't mean anything else." Zhou Ziyi said as he held Yan Xiuzhi's left hand, with their palms facing each other and their fingers interlocked.

Yan Xiuji:!!!

"What are you doing?!" Yan Xiuji wanted to pull his hand back on the spot, and Zhou Ziyi let go and nodded, but his words were different from Yan Xiuji's.

"We can't take two rings this way, we have to change them." Zhou Ziyi grabbed the back of Yan Xiuji's hand and pressed it in again, "This is fine!"

Yan Xiuji frowned: "Do you really have to take pictures like this?"

"Not being able to touch face to face is the next best thing. Mr. Yan, can't we complete the clocking in quickly if we cooperate a little?" Zhou Ziyi had already pulled his hand up, with a big bunch of roses in the background, which looked quite romantic in the camera.

However, Zhou Ziyi was not satisfied and let go of Yan Xiuji's hand: "Tsk, my hand is a little smaller than yours, it won't look good in the photo... Mr. Yan, do you dare to switch positions with my hand?"

Yan Xiuji finally couldn't help but said, "You have too many tricks."

"I call this 'professionalism'." Zhou Ziyi raised his left hand towards the bouquet with his fingers spread out, "Hurry up, wait for a table online."

Yan Xiuji stood still and narrowed his eyes.

Zhou Ziyi seemed not to feel his low pressure at all, and turned to urge him: "Boss Yan? Hello? Are you online?"

Seeing that he looked righteous, Yan Xiuzhi was silent for several seconds, and finally raised his hand and covered Zhou Ziyi's left hand.

Zhou Ziyi also gave instructions: "Loosen up a bit, show our rings, um, move the angle a little bit to that side... just a little bit..."

Yan Xiuji wanted to finish the job as soon as possible, and he was also exhausted by Zhou Ziyi's annoyance, so he really followed Zhou Ziyi's instructions. By the time he realized it, he was almost behind Zhou Ziyi.

The distance is very close.

Yan Xiuji was half a head taller than Zhou Ziyi, standing behind him and covering his hand. In order to take a good picture, Zhou Ziyi stretched his hand forward and leaned back. This back and forth movement made Yan Xiuji seem to be holding the young man in his arms.

The scent of the perfume she used to style her hair this evening and the aroma of the hairspray on her hair all surrounded Yan Xiu Ji.

He was really not used to being so close to people. Seeing Zhou Ziyi fiddling with his phone, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you done?"

Zhou Ziyi didn't say whether it was good or not, but blurted out while clapping: "Hey? Mr. Yan, your voice sounds so sweet."

Yan Xiuji pulled his hand back immediately.

"There are so many photos, enough for you to choose from." President Yan decided not to play along and took two steps back, "Deal with it yourself."

"Ah? Oh." Zhou Ziyi said, "After I select the photo, I will send you the original photo and the copy."

Yan Xiuji: "I won't judge."

Zhou Ziyi: "I didn't ask you to review it, just post it together."

Yan Xiuji: "Why do you send the same thing twice?"

Zhou Ziyi: "Well, that's the routine. Either you forward mine."

Yan Xiuji: "I give you a thumbs up."

Zhou Ziyi: "Brother, I'm not the only one getting married! You're the person involved, okay?"

Yan Xiuji: “…”

"Boss, I'll give you the photos and text, just copy and paste them, it won't take even a minute!" Zhou Ziyi was helpless, "You don't have to post them normally, I'll post them, if you have time just like them, if not just pretend you didn't see them. But for engagement and marriage, you have to show some expression, right? So many people are watching you!"

Yan Xiuji probably didn't want to continue arguing with him in the corridor, so he finally said, "...I understand."

After saying that, he turned around and left, determined not to give Zhou Ziyi any more trouble. Zhou Ziyi quickly asked the most important question: "Wait! Mr. Yan, what's the password for your home wifi?!"

Yan Xiuji said without even turning his head: "It's my birthday."

Zhou Ziyi reminded again: "Boss Yan, remember to change your diamond ring and wear a plain ring to work tomorrow!"

The only answer he received was the sound of Yan Xiuji's door closing.

Zhou Ziyi suspected that this guy would even lock the door.

“Tsk, why are you running? I’m not a monster…” Zhou Ziyi looked at the closed door, loosened his tie, and sneered.

Then she used her cell phone to send a message to the man who had just left: [Mr. Yan, please come visit your study and bedroom tomorrow! I’m going furniture shopping with my aunt the day after tomorrow!]

Zhou Ziyi: [Also, do you want to lock the box containing the diamond ring? ]

Zhou Ziyi: [Also, what time does the housekeeper usually arrive? ]

There was no response to these questions until Zhou Ziyi finished taking a shower, changed his clothes, unpacked the bouquet, put it in a bottle, and placed it on the coffee table in the living room on the first floor.

Zhou Ziyi took out a pillow and quilt from the closet, laid them out, and climbed onto the bed. Looking at the message interface that still had no reply, the young man raised an eyebrow.

I selected a photo, attached a simple and popular text, and sent it to Yan Xiuzhi again.

There wasn’t even a “received”.

Zhou Ziyi curled his lips and sent it to himself without paying attention to Yan Xiuji's movements. Anyway, he had done his best today, and if Party A was unwilling to cooperate, he had no choice.

However, ten minutes later, Zhou Ziyi's phone rang, indicating that the person he was paying special attention to had posted a status.

Yan Xiuji: [From now on, please give me more guidance. ]

The attached picture is, of course, a hand-holding picture selected by Zhou Ziyi, with various colors and filters. The two engagement diamond rings are shining and extremely bright.

Zhou Ziyi was delighted and was about to click the thumbs-up button when he discovered that someone was quicker than him.

Secretary Li Fei gave a thumbs up at the speed of light!

PS: [Congratulations to Mr. Yan! May you have a happy marriage forever!!!]