When Zhong Jiawei went to the other bedroom, she saw Wang Yingjun fidgeting beside the bed.
Seeing Zhong Jiawei come in, Wang Yingjun lowered her head slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.
Zhong Jiawei walked over and hugged her shoulders, smiling and saying: "I heard that you are afraid of thunder? I will accompany you tonight."
"Well, okay." Wang Yingjun nodded without objection, but then asked, "Wouldn't this be bad?"
"Why isn't it good?" Zhong Jiawei asked.
"Mr. Jiang is alone..."
"He's not afraid of thunder, it doesn't matter." Zhong Jiawei said.
Wang Yingjun stopped talking and was pulled onto the bed by her with peace of mind.
They say they are sleeping, but in fact, when two women are together, they have endless things to talk about.
Wang Yingjun wanted to know more about the world and the people around her, and Zhong Jiawei was willing to talk to her about these trivial matters.
On weekdays, Jiang Zhihao was not at home, and relatives and friends did not dare to come to the house casually. Lingling was just a child. She wanted to talk to someone about this, but she didn't know who to talk to.
When he got up the next day, Jiang Zhihao went to the bedroom and knocked on the door. Not long after, Zhong Jiawei came out, rubbed her eyes and said, "I talked to Miss Wang until very late, so I better not disturb her."
"It seems that you are having a very interesting conversation." Jiang Zhihao said. It had been a long time since he had seen Zhong Jiawei smiling even in a tired state.
Zhong Jiawei smiled and hummed, and said: "Although Miss Wang has lost her memory, she always makes people feel comfortable when she talks and does things. Chatting with her is particularly interesting."
"When I'm not at home, you two can talk more, and you won't have to do anything boring." Jiang Zhihao said.
"How can there be nothing to do?" Zhong Jiawei yawned and said: "Lingling has accepted several commercials recently, and we have made an appointment to take her to the set in the afternoon. Miss Wang is not at ease at home alone, otherwise I will take her with me.
Bar?"
"Okay." Jiang Zhihao had no objection.
At this time, Murong Lanyi came over and said: "The people sent by the leader have arrived."
Jiang Zhihao turned around and saw an acquaintance standing next to Murong Lanyi. It was none other than Gui Ya whom he had met before.
"Mr. Jiang, we meet again." Guiya raised his hand and said hello.
Zhong Jiawei glanced at this person and asked, "Who is he?"
"He is the bodyguard I hired for you. He is very skilled. When he goes out, if he finds anything wrong, he must listen to his arrangements no matter what the circumstances. Do you understand?" Jiang Zhihao solemnly warned.
Although Guiya said nothing, his eyes showed that he was still very satisfied with Jiang Zhihao's remarks.
The problem that a protector is most afraid of is that the person being protected is disobedient. If something happens, it will not be clear whether it is because of a lack of protection or because the other person is being too reckless.
Zhong Jiawei looked at Guiya and then at Murong Lanyi. Both of them were very different from the bodyguards she imagined.
She is not an expert, but she can feel an unspeakable sense of oppression from the opponent.
My husband suddenly arranged for these people to serve as bodyguards. Something must have happened, but he didn't tell me and he couldn't ask more questions.
If she really needs to know, I believe Jiang Zhihao will definitely make it clear.
"Okay, I will listen to him." Zhong Jiawei said, and then stretched out her hand to Guiya: "I am Zhong Jiawei, nice to meet you."
"I am Guiya."
Zhong Jiawei was slightly startled, and Jiang Zhihao explained from the side: "They never use their real names."