This time, Yan Jiani seemed to be waiting for him specially. As soon as they met, she walked over and said, "I have something to tell you. Can you go up and have a chat?"
Jiang Zhihao hesitated slightly. Seeing his expression, Yan Jiani was very dissatisfied and said: "I'm just talking to you, I don't want to do anything to you, why do you look like you're afraid of being molested!"
Jiang Zhihao smiled bitterly. He was not afraid of being molested. Yan Jiani had been his wife for so long, and he knew everything about her body.
But in this life, he was determined to make Zhong Jiawei happy, so he naturally didn't want her to misunderstand anything.
Yan Jiani seemed to understand this and said, "Afraid that your wife will misunderstand? Otherwise, you can call her and join us!"
He said this, but his tone was full of dissatisfaction. Jiang Zhihao sighed and said: "Forget it, let's go up and talk, but I don't have much time..."
"I know you are a busy person, so don't worry, I won't delay you for too long." Yan Jiani said.
Then, the two got into the elevator together and came to the floor where Yan Jiani lived.
What made Jiang Zhihao a little speechless was that she was on the same floor as Zhong Jiawei, and the rooms were adjacent.
Yan Jiani didn't seem to know this. She opened the door and walked in. Jiang Zhihao glanced at the door next to him, then took a deep breath and walked in.
After closing the door, Yan Jiani asked: "Tea or something?"
"Just boil water." Jiang Zhihao said.
Yan Jiani poured two glasses of boiled water over and put them on the coffee table. She did not sit down, but bowed deeply to Jiang Zhihao and said: "I never had the chance to apologize and thank you for what happened last time. This time, I was hurt by you again."
I saved you, I really don’t know how to repay you."
Jiang Zhihao was stunned. He thought about many possibilities for Yan Jiani to talk to him, but he didn't expect that she would say thank you.
After reacting, Jiang Zhihao said: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just a little thing."
"It may be a piece of cake for you, but for me, it is very important." Yan Jiani looked up at him and said, "In addition to apologizing and thanking you, I also want to ask you a question. You used to...
..Do you know me?”
Jiang Zhihao was startled, then picked up the cup on the coffee table, took a sip of water, and said, "How do I know you? I just met you at the airport last time."
"What about before the airport? We haven't seen him once?" Yan Jiani asked.
"No." Jiang Zhihao shook his head.
Yan Jiani stared at him and said: "But I always feel that you have known me for a long time. From your eyes, I saw an incomprehensible sense of familiarity. And you helped me several times, and you never treated me like a stranger.
I want to know, if you really don’t know me, why are you helping me like this?”
"I happened to see it. You can't just sit back and watch. If it were someone else, they would still help you." Jiang Zhihao replied.
He tried his best to make his tone as relaxed and natural as possible, but Yan Jiani still seemed to notice something: "The corners of your mouth are trembling, does it mean you are lying?"
Jiang Zhihao's expression was slightly stiff, and then he remembered that Yan Jiani was very adventurous.
She has studied micro-expression psychology by herself for a period of time. Although she is not very proficient, she can still judge some common behaviors.
Putting down the cup, Jiang Zhihao touched his mouth and said, "It's not shaking. You saw it wrong."