She didn't even dare to look at Jiang Zhihao, she just lowered her head and let him help her back to the bedroom.
"If you have anything, just call me. Don't worry about trouble. If you fall and the injury is more serious, that will be real trouble." Jiang Zhihao reminded.
"Well..." Wang Yingjun pressed the tip of her nose against the quilt, as if this could cover her overly shy face.
It wasn't until Jiang Zhihao left the room and the room was dark that she opened the quilt and let out a long breath.
Although she lost her memory, a woman's reserve and instinctive shyness still made her feel unspeakably ashamed of what had just happened.
He muttered something unclearly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
In this way, time passed little by little.
When eating during the day, Wang Yingjun deliberately reduced her water intake and even ate less rice. Apparently she did not want Jiang Zhihao to always help her go to the toilet.
But people have three urgent needs, which are inevitable.
In the next few days, it is inevitable that I will blush because of this.
Maybe it’s because the more times I do it, the shyness gradually decreases, and I feel more at ease.
Seeing this man appear in front of her every day, she always felt an unspeakable satisfaction, as if as long as he was there, there was nothing to worry about.
A few days later, Zhong Jiawei called and asked when Jiang Zhihao would go back.
Lingling's big online movie has been filmed not long ago and is in production and distribution. It will premiere in a few days.
Although it is not a theatrical movie, there will still be a live broadcast during the premiere, and Lingling hopes he can participate.
Jiang Zhihao was naturally happy to comply with his daughter's small request, but Wang Yingjun had not fully recovered yet and could not leave for the time being.
"Dad has been back for a few days, and I thought you would come back with him. Do you have anything important to do in Kyoto?" Zhong Jiawei asked.
Jiang Zhihao hesitated, but finally chose to confess: "A friend was injured in a fall and now has difficulty moving. I will take care of her here for a few days."
"Friend?" Zhong Jiawei was stunned for a moment. A woman's intuition told her that this was not an ordinary friend, at least not a male friend.
"Is she a woman?" Zhong Jiawei asked.
Jiang Zhihao sighed and finally asked the key question: "She is a woman, but don't think too much about it. She and I are friends. There was a person who had a grudge against me before, which caused her to jump from the sixth floor.
I escaped after coming down. I have no relatives or friends here, so I stayed to take care of her."
Zhong Jiawei snorted and said: "Don't worry, I didn't say anything to you. Besides, if your relationship is really unusual, you wouldn't take the initiative to tell me, right?"
"Of course." Jiang Zhihao said forcefully, as if such a tone could increase mutual trust.
Zhong Jiawei laughed and said: "That's alright. Since she's been implicated by you, you should take care of her for a few days. But you must come to your daughter's premiere!"
"Okay, I will definitely go!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Jiawei sat behind the bar in a daze.
Shao Anlan, who was helping to cut mangoes, asked: "Sister, why are you in such a daze? My brother-in-law is not coming?"
"Ah? Oh, he's coming, why not?" Zhong Jiawei came back to her senses, shook her head, and said, "It's okay, keep busy."
"Why do you feel so weird?" Shao Anlan looked at her and asked.
"Is there any?" Zhong Jiawei touched her face, looked in the mirror behind her, and then asked in a strange way: "Anlan, do you think I'm good-looking?"
Shao Anlan looked weird when asked, and said: "Sister, every day a group of men line up to see the fruit and fish for Xi Shi. You still ask this kind of question, it's too irritating!"
Zhu Meizhen on the side followed: "Yes, your age is when a woman is most beautiful, and her appearance and temperament are at their peak. Why do you suddenly look so unconfident?"