"Have you eaten yet?" Wang Yingjun asked: "When I change the soil, I will cook for you."
When the two were alone, Jiang Zhihao cooked for her. After arriving in Rongcheng, due to Zhong Jiawei's presence and the move away from here, Wang Yingjun could only take responsibility for herself.
Fortunately, she is no stranger to cooking. She was self-sufficient when she was in the Li family.
Although she tried hard to calm down, her slightly trembling tone still betrayed her true mood.
After not seeing Jiang Zhihao for a long time, she naturally missed him very much. In this world, Jiang Zhihao was the only person she could rely on, and he was a man.
In her memory-lost mind, Wang Yingjun could only remember that Jiang Zhihao was someone she could trust, and her instinct told her that she would be safe if she stayed with this man.
Just like those days when there was thunder, Jiang Zhihao was always with her, and she could sleep peacefully even if there was thunder.
But now, without Jiang Zhihao by her side, she would often suffer from insomnia even if there was no thunder.
Jiang Zhihao noticed that she was not in good spirits and asked: "Is it okay that you haven't rested recently?"
"It's okay, but sometimes I always think about planting flowers, so maybe I don't have enough sleep time." Wang Yingjun bent down and started to dig away the soil around the flowers, and then piled the adjusted soil on top.
Her movements are gentle and her words will not affect the result of doing this.
Seeing the hem of her skirt falling on the ground and being stained by the mud, Jiang Zhihao always had an inexplicable feeling that this white lotus had been wronged.
She shouldn't have fallen into the dust, but because of herself, she could only enter the mortal world.
It is already the end of autumn, and autumn tigers are the most tiring. After a while, Wang Yingjun was covered in sweat.
She wiped the sweat dripping from her forehead with the back of her hand, her hair clinging to her skin, and her bun came loose due to the movement.
A strand of hair fell down, blocking his view.
Just when she was about to comb her hair back with her muddy hands, Jiang Zhihao came over and helped her comb her hair back behind her ears.
The slight collision between fingers and ears made both of them feel strange.
Wang Yingjun's body was trembling slightly and her cheeks were slightly red. It was unclear whether it was because of fatigue or something else.
Jiang Zhihao also felt excited. From his angle, he could clearly see Wang Yingjun's entire body curve.
Still so charming and full of unspeakable allure.
Restraining himself from looking around, Jiang Zhihao squatted down, helped her pile up the soil, patted it gently, and said: "These are just for fun in leisure time, don't make yourself too tired because of them, otherwise you will put the cart before the horse and lose more than you gain."
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"But I don't have anything else to do." Wang Yingjun whispered: "I don't know anyone here. After Miss Zhong and Lingling go out to work, only the cleaning aunt comes over occasionally. I don't know what to say to them.
, and they would ask me a lot of questions and they didn’t know how to answer them.”
Jiang Zhihao was silent. He knew that the questions those people asked must be about the two of them.
For example, what is your relationship, how did you meet, how long have you known each other, is there any special relationship, etc.
The only questions that ordinary people can think of are these gossips. Especially when Jiang Zhihao is so famous now, it is even more curious.
It is even possible that they were bribed by reporters and came here specifically to inquire. As long as they have a little bit that can be used to write news, they will definitely make a big deal about it.
Wang Yingjun seemed to have noticed something, and said quickly: "I didn't tell them anything, I just said that we are friends."
Jiang Zhihao nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, you can say whatever you want, don't worry about it."