Chapter 64 Does He Really Like Me?

"What are you looking at? Why are you looking at someone else's object when you already have one?"

Wen Zhile: “?”

Who has a partner?

"What's wrong with looking at him? He's a national treasure? And I have to charge you for just taking a look at him?" There was no reason for her to swallow her anger when someone else confronted her first.

Zhou Jihuai curled his lips, then put away his smile and glanced at the young man.

The young man was frightened by his eyes and hurriedly pulled the young woman away.

Wen Zhile frowned: "It's inexplicable."

As soon as the words were spoken, rows of fireworks bloomed.

The little girl smiled and excitedly grabbed Zhou Jihuai's arm: "Look, it's really beautiful!"

"Xiaojiu! Look too."

The fireworks here have many different patterns and designs, which are different from the fireworks in the unified flower-blooming style in Jingzhou.

Zhou Jihuai glanced at the fireworks and his eyes fell on her profile.

【I saw it.】

The fireworks continued for twenty minutes, and after twenty minutes the crowd dispersed.

Wen Zhile was also ready to leave. She was in excitement, and happiness emanated from her whole body. Zhou Jihuai protected her and walked out of the crowd. The little girl's figure could not be seen at all from behind; she was "held" in Zhou Jihuai's arms.

Since he didn't meet Wen Zhile, she didn't notice anything about it.

There were a lot of people at the entrance to the park, and a large number of people were stranded here looking for cars, and it was extremely noisy.

The vendor selling Qingtuan was still there, and Zhou Jihuai took Wen Zhile directly to the opposite side of the vendor.

The white Mercedes-Benz was particularly eye-catching in the dark night, and the two people walking side by side were more eye-catching than the luxury car.

At first glance in the crowd, the two of them are always the most eye-catching.

Although they were wearing black shirts and long black skirts, they seemed to be shining wherever they went. People passing by made way for them, and the two walked to the car smoothly. Zhou Jihuai opened the door, protected her head and watched the little girl get into the passenger seat, and then walked around to the other side to get in the car.

From the time of departure to the time of return, Wen Zhile had no worries at all and was well protected.

After returning to the hotel, Wen Zhile said hello to his grandmother, Grandma Ye, and went back to his room to call his parents.

After the chat, she calmed down from her excitement. She recalled all the details of tonight's interactions and thought about them over and over again.

She couldn't help but wonder if Zhou Jihuai really liked her?

【Sister, what are you thinking about? 】

"Zhou Jihuai seems to really like me?"

[I always feel that he really likes you, but objectively speaking, there is only a 50% chance.]

[The other half possibility is...]

"He may just treat me like his own sister."

If her cousin were still alive, he would have taken care of her in the same way. The way Zhou Jihuai treated her was no different from how an older brother treated his younger sister.

If there is any difference, it is that they are not real relatives.

[Yes, but he doesn't even care about his own brother, so how could he care about a sister who is not related to him?]

Xiaojiu sent a line of words.

Wen Zhile hesitated for two seconds: "I really treat Zhou Jihuai as my brother, why can't he treat me as his sister?"

Xiaojiu: [You treat him as your brother because he treats you well. Why does he treat you as his sister? ]

Wen Zhile looked at the words and fell into deep thought, but couldn't come up with an answer: "Because I'm also really good to him?"

She sat up from the bed, put on her slippers and walked out.

[Sister, where are you going? ]

"I'll go ask him why."

[You really haven't changed much after living a new life. You act the way you want.]

Wen Zhile opened the door, glanced at the words on the wall opposite, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Xiaojiu, it seems like you were very familiar with me in your previous life."

Dudududu.

Seeing that Xiaojiu had not shown up, Wen Zhile knocked on the door next door.

"Brother, it's me."

She lowered her voice deliberately for fear of being heard by her grandmother and Grandma Ye.

Zhou Jihuai walked to the door and heard it clearly. He said through the door: "Wait."

He had just come out of the bathroom, shirtless.

The man walked back to the bed and found a vest to put on.

Wen Zhile waited for a minute and the door opened.

She looked up.

Wen Zhile was only as tall as Zhou Jihuai's chest, and what she saw when she looked at him at eye level was a little awkward, which reminded her of the red bean cakes sold on the roadside tonight.

Her face turned red and she looked away: "I have a problem that I can't figure out."

Zhou Jihuai motioned for her to come in, looked outside, opened the door, and then followed Wen Zhile to the sofa in the room.

"Sit down, what's the problem?"

Wen Zhile took the hot water he poured.

In the quiet room, she suddenly felt a little nervous, completely different from the mood she had just been in to put on her shoes and leave.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Jihuai sat down slowly beside her. Seeing that she was silent, he asked with a smile, "What kind of problem can make it so difficult for us?"