Wang Yingjun's face was full of astonishment. No one knew or understood the meaning, but she could still understand it.
It seems that Jiang Zhihao is far more powerful than he thought.
He is not the men he saw outside, but an elite who is countless times more powerful than them.
Perhaps out of pride, Zhong Jiawei took the initiative to talk about Jiang Zhihao.
For example, how he was decadent before and how he rose up later.
Wang Yingjun listened with fascination. She had always wanted to know more about Jiang Zhihao. After all, this was the person she was most familiar with and relied on after losing her memory.
The more he heard, the more surprised Wang Yingjun felt.
The more surprised she was, the more Zhong Jiawei liked to keep talking.
Occasionally Wang Yingjun would ask some questions, even if she didn't know why she asked them, Zhong Jiawei would always answer them.
When Jiang Zhihao came out of the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the two of them chatting happily.
What he fears most is that Zhong Jiawei will conflict with Wang Yingjun because of jealousy. In that case, there will be trouble.
If it were the past, he could send Wang Yingjun away directly, because Zhong Jiawei is the most important.
But because Wang Yingjun was too seriously injured this time, Jiang Zhihao, who always valued love and justice, really couldn't do that kind of thing.
After dinner, Lingling came over again to show everyone a dance she had recently learned.
Although she is still young, she already has a good figure. When she dances, she is as cute as an elf.
Zhong Jiawei and Jiang Zhihao were smiling and applauding at the side, and the family of three looked so happy that Wang Yingjun could not help but feel envious.
When it was time to rest at night, Zhong Jiawei had already helped lay out the bedding, and then went to the bathroom to prepare toiletries for the next day.
"If you need anything else, please tell us at any time." Jiang Zhihao said.
Wang Yingjun nodded lightly and said, "It's already very good. There's nothing needed."
"Then you rest." Jiang Zhihao said, turning to leave.
"Wait a minute." Wang Yingjun suddenly called him.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhihao turned around and asked.
There was obvious hesitation on Wang Yingjun's face. After hesitating for a long time, she asked in a low voice: "What if I never recover my memory?"
"Don't be so unsure, maybe you can recover after a while." Jiang Zhihao comforted.
"That's not what I mean..." Wang Yingjun lowered her head and her voice became even lower: "I mean, if I never recover my memory, will you drive me away one day?
"
Her voice was full of grievance and uneasiness. Jiang Zhihao was startled before he realized what she meant.
Seeing the harmony of the family of three, Wang Yingjun knew that she did not belong to this family and she was afraid of being driven away.
I don’t know other people, I don’t understand the world, and I am unfamiliar with everything.
If Jiang Zhihao drives her away, he really doesn't know what to do or where to go.
Even Jiawei's house is just a strange place to her.
To be honest, Jiang Zhihao really doesn't know how to answer this question.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Wang Yingjun to live with him forever. The two are not husband and wife, nor brother and sister. They can only be regarded as friends, even if some special things have happened before.
But he couldn't say or do such words now.
After thinking for a while, Jiang Zhihao said: "If you are willing, I can buy you a house near here."
Wang Yingjun let out a dull sigh. This was not the answer she wanted to hear, and it was a natural answer.