"Really?" Wang Yingjun looked up at him and asked, "Then can you take me to see your wife?"
Jiang Zhihao was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked: "Why did you see her?"
"There's no reason. I just suddenly want to see her. Why don't you dare?" Wang Yingjun asked.
Jiang Zhihao couldn't recognize such an obvious method of provoking a general, but he didn't quite understand Wang Yingjun's purpose in wanting to see Zhong Jiawei.
If it was before she lost her memory, it might be possible to explain that she wanted to take the opportunity to achieve a certain goal, but after she lost her memory, the meeting would be meaningless.
Seeing Jiang Zhihao's hesitation, Wang Yingjun suddenly laughed: "Forget it, I'm just talking casually to scare you. But can you show me her photo?"
This time, Jiang Zhihao did not hesitate and pulled out a photo of a family of three from his phone and placed it in front of her.
Wang Yingjun looked down at the photo above and said, "It seems you didn't lie to me. You are really married. She is very beautiful."
Jiang Zhihao didn't answer. This kind of topic always made people feel weird.
"It's pretty good." Wang Yingjun made the final evaluation, then stood up and said, "I'm a little sleepy, let's go back and take a nap first."
"I call you while eating?"
"No, if I'm hungry, I'll come out."
Looking at her back as she returned to the house, Jiang Zhihao could clearly feel the loneliness.
Perhaps for Wang Yingjun who has lost her memory, Jiang Zhihao is the only person she can rely on.
And now, the only man I can rely on has a complete family.
To put it simply, he does not belong to himself, but to another woman and may leave at any time.
Sitting blankly by the bed, Wang Yingjun felt a little scared and uneasy.
If Jiang Zhihao leaves, she doesn't know what she will do.
My mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Zhihao walked to the door of the room and knocked several times: "The food is ready, do you want to eat now?"
"No need." Wang Yingjun's voice still sounded dull.
Jiang Zhihao didn't try to persuade him. He heard the sound of pattering outside. He turned around and saw that it had started to rain.
It was a thunderstorm, accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time.
The dark night sometimes became like day, and the roar of thunder shook the windows of the room.
At nine o'clock, Jiang Zhihao was planning to take a rest, but he heard faint sobbing coming from the bedroom.
He walked over and listened carefully, and found that someone was indeed crying. He couldn't help but knock on the door: "What's wrong with you?"
No one answered, and after asking a few more questions, Jiang Zhihao turned the door handle and went in. He saw Wang Yingjun huddled on the bedside, holding a pillow in her arms, crying into tears.
Jiang Zhihao walked over in confusion and asked, "What's wrong with you? You're so good..."
Before she finished speaking, a thunderous sound came into her ears, and Wang Yingjun trembled like a frightened rabbit.
Jiang Zhihao understood immediately. He walked to the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "Are you afraid of thunder?"
Wang Yingjun hugged the pillow in her arms tighter and nodded slightly.
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I...I'm afraid you'll laugh at me." Wang Yingjun said with aggrieved face.
Jiang Zhihao was amused by her and said: "What's so funny about this? Many people are afraid of thunder, it's normal."