If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

The temperature inside the room was indeed very favorable, and soon all three of them took off their coats because it was so hot. Little Fatty had already given up, because it was obvious that there was a blind man sitting opposite him, and continuing to flirt with him would only make the other two a laughing stock.

"Little Bao'er, aren't you hot wearing a coat?" Jiang Ziyi asked after the chubby boy got kicked in the leg.

Fortunately, she has long legs; most people wouldn't be able to kick someone diagonally across from them silently.

"Haha, haha, the baked bun is so delicious, I can't care about anything else." Little Fatty glanced at Jiang Ziyi's stern eyes, wiped his hands, took off his coat, revealing a pair of breasts that seemed unusually large for his young age.

Just as Little Fatty had predicted, Qiao Tianyi either didn't see it or saw it but didn't take it to heart; in any case, she showed no reaction, just like before.

Thus, Jiang Ziyi's plan to "show her femininity" was a complete failure.

Plan A failed, so Plan B became even more important. Jiang Ziyi said while eating, "Little Bao'er, you've come all this way. After dinner, we'll take you to the military academy square to see the fountain. It's so beautiful."

"Okay, okay," Little Fatty was a little puzzled. Huh? Didn't they say I and Tianyi would go alone? Why did they change the script at the last minute?

"What's so interesting about it? It's so cold. Look at what she's wearing. She'll catch a cold if she gets chilled." It wasn't that Qiao Tianyi didn't see Xiao Pang's new clothes. All he felt for Xiao Pang was that he felt cold.

In fact, Jiang Ziyi's idea of ​​"revealing" was very difficult from the beginning; it was hard to strike the right balance. What if revealing too much left Qiao Tianyi with a frivolous impression? What if revealing too little would be like scratching an itch through a boot?

If Xiaopang listens to Jiang Ziyi in everything, she might actually be able to strike the right balance and make him look both innocent and alluring, pleasing Qiao Tianyi's heartstrings without being too frivolous.

Unfortunately, Little Fatty was a terrible teammate. When it came to buying clothes, he wouldn't accept this or that. This very proper sweater and skirt was already the limit of his restraint (here we need to give special thanks to Xia Donghai for his strict upbringing of his daughter).

But how could Qiao Tianyi be as traditional as Xiao Pang? Putting everything else aside, his family is surrounded by women who are always at the forefront of fashion. Compared to them, Xiao Pang's bit of femininity is practically nonexistent.

As for Xiaopang's "big", he never thought about it in that way. What normal person would wonder whether their sister is big or small?

"It's okay, there are down jackets in the car," Dun Chenyu pinched the chubby boy under the table.

Little Fatty immediately understood: "Yeah, I want to go see it. I heard Sister Yiyi mention it. There are lights and stuff. It looks especially beautiful at night."

"Hehe, okay," 3:1, Qiao Tianyi was just boring, but not a contrarian.

Little Fatty's puzzlement continued until Jiang Ziyi received a phone call.

The phone rang. She took it out, glanced at it, and slapped her forehead, exclaiming in frustration, "No wonder I felt like I'd forgotten something. Oh no, how could I have forgotten her?"

She answered the phone and greeted him cautiously, "Hello? Third Aunt?"

"Yiyi, why haven't you come back yet? Did something happen on the way?" Susan's concerned voice came through the phone.

Qiao Tianyi couldn't help but laugh. Her mother was really something else. How long had it been since she had shown her such concern?

"Ah, I... I ran into Tianyi when I got back. Tianyi treated me to a feast to welcome me back," Jiang Ziyi said, her acting skills far surpassing her singing.

"You come back here right now! Immediately! What are you doing paying attention to that Qiao guy! He's got no good at all!" Qiao Tianyi's troublesome mother roared, her voice so loud that even the people at the next table looked over.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Jiang Ziyi nodded vigorously and hung up the phone, then laughed awkwardly, "Oops, I forgot I made an appointment with your mom before the New Year to check out the venue at Su Garden. Dun Chenyu, stop eating, let's go, Auntie will throw a tantrum again if we wait too long."

Su Garden is the villa converted from the driving school that the spendthrift son bought.

"Oh, oh," Dun Chenyu said reluctantly, taking another flatbread and stuffing several mouthfuls of meat into it before getting up.

"Well, Tianyi, we're leaving now. Xiaobao'er is in your care. She's going back to Shijiazhuang the day after tomorrow, so take her out and have some fun," Jiang Ziyi said hurriedly, taking Dun Chenyu with her.

The two went out the door, and Jiang Ziyi got into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and the Panamera sped onto the road like it was being chased by a dog, disappearing from sight along the red lines.