Jiang Zhihao saw the oysters that looked like rocks in the clear water, and the hands swimming in the oysters.
Her hands are like catkins and her skin is like cream. These eight words can describe Wang Yingjun very well.
No matter the length, width, skin color, or even the shape of the nails, they are all perfect.
She was able to stay in the Li family for so many years without any incident. Jiang Zhihao suddenly said: "Maybe you really should thank Li Kaiyuan."
Wang Yingjun paused for a moment, then nodded and said: "Brother is indeed very good to me. Without his protection, I might be in misery."
"Part of what happened before was for family tradition, and part of it was to let you get rid of it." Jiang Zhihao said.
"I see."
After a simple conversation, the two said little more.
The seafood was cleaned, some were boiled, some were grilled, and some were eaten raw as sashimi.
Wang Yingjun cooked a lot, which normally two people would not be able to eat, but Jiang Zhihao ate a lot and finally finished it by force.
Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked at him holding his stomach, looking uncomfortable but not wanting to say it. Wang Yingjun covered her mouth and laughed.
After the meal, the two chatted about their recent affairs.
Wang Yingjun naturally planted flowers and grass and played with the fish pond. When she learned that Jiang Zhihao had obtained a painting of Zhang Daqian's "Tiannu Scattering Flowers", she was very surprised because it was the first time she had heard of this painting.
"Zhang Daqian's paintings are very good and I like them very much, but it's a pity that I couldn't see them." Wang Yingjun said.
She has always been interested in calligraphy and painting, regardless of ancient or modern times, as long as it is a good painting.
"I'll give it to you later." Jiang Zhihao said.
Wang Yingjun smiled and said nothing. In her opinion, Jiang Zhihao's words were just casual remarks. How could he give them away if the paintings were sold.
Besides, who would be willing to give away 60 million paintings to others?
Li Kaiyuan was so kind to her that the painting he gave her as a gift before leaving was just a copy.
After chatting for a while, Jiang Zhihao raised his hand and looked at his watch and said, "I have to catch a plane."
"How many more days will you stay?" Wang Yingjun asked.
"No, there are still many things to do when we go back."
"Okay, I'll give it to you."
Wang Yingjun didn't say anything to persuade her to stay. She knew that Jiang Zhihao was not a person who would change his mind after a few words to persuade others to stay.
As for herself, she had already made a big statement once and didn't want to say it again.
After sending Jiang Zhihao to the roadside and watching him get into the taxi, Wang Yingjun waved her hand: "Have a safe trip."
Jiang Zhihao also waved to her before leaving.
Although she didn't want to stay, Wang Yingjun stood on the side of the road for a long time, until the sea breeze blew, she gathered her thin clothes and turned back.
As soon as I entered the store and before I could sit down, someone came in, it was Meng Hengtai.
Wang Yingjun turned to look at him, and saw undisguised desire in Meng Hengtai's eyes. That kind of strong desire made Wang Yingjun very uncomfortable.
She said without hesitation: "Sorry, this is a private store and does not accept outsiders."