Zhu Meizhen just came back from Kyoto yesterday. As soon as she came to Rongcheng, she ran straight to the fruit shop and never left.
She said she was helping Zhong Jiawei with work, but she actually knew what she was thinking.
Zhong Jiawei made this call today, and it was she who "encouraged" her to say that Lingling's big movie was premiering, and she had to call her biological father back to accompany her no matter what.
Otherwise, given Zhong Jiawei's character, it is unlikely that she would take the initiative to call Jiang Zhihao.
She has always put men's careers first, especially since Jiang Zhihao is now extremely capable and will not be easily disturbed.
It's just this phone call that makes Zhong Jiawei always have a bad feeling in her heart.
Although she believed that Jiang Zhihao would not do anything to regret her, he felt uncomfortable taking care of a woman alone no matter what he thought.
Maybe, this is jealousy?
"Did Brother Jiang say when he would be back?" Zhu Meizhen asked.
"I just said I would definitely come back, but didn't say a specific time." Zhong Jiawei replied.
Zhu Meizhen said, slightly disappointed.
Shao Anlan saw it and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Why do you miss my brother-in-law? Otherwise, when he comes back, I will take Sister Weiwei away and let you occupy it for a while?"
Although Zhu Meizhen has an outgoing personality and often makes similar jokes with Shao Anlan, talking about this topic in front of Zhong Jiawei still makes her heart beat faster.
She glanced at Zhong Jiawei subconsciously, and seeing that she was distracted and didn't seem to notice, she gave Shao Anlan a light blow and spat: "I'll give it to you. They say my sister-in-law is my brother-in-law's little cotton-padded jacket."
Shao Anlan also turned red and glanced at Zhong Jiawei secretly without saying a word.
The women were paying attention to different things, and they all seemed a little lost in thought.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao had just put down his cell phone when he saw Wang Yingjun coming out of the bedroom.
After a few days of rest, her injury improved a lot. Although it was not fully healed, at least it was no longer so painful.
Jiang Zhihao came over and asked, "What are you doing here? Are you hungry? The meal will be ready soon."
Wang Yingjun shook her head and said: "I'm not hungry now, but I'm a little bored staying in the house and want to go out for a walk."
Wang Yingjun looked at the furnishings in the living room, especially a few paintings she painted herself, and asked: "Are these painted by you or me?"
"You." Jiang Zhihao replied.
"Can I still draw?" Wang Yingjun walked over and took a closer look, but couldn't remember anything. She couldn't help but pouted: "It seems that drawing is not a very important thing to me, otherwise I would definitely be able to think of something.
"
Jiang Zhihao stood aside and said nothing.
Wang Yingjun just wandered around the living room, asking this and that, as if she was pretending to have a hundred thousand whys.
After a while, she probably got tired, so she sat down on the sofa.
"Drink some water." Jiang Zhihao brought the cup over.
Wang Yingjun took a sip and then asked, "Wouldn't your family be worried if you haven't been home for so long?"
"I've told them." Jiang Zhihao replied.
"What about your wife? You should be married, right?" Wang Yingjun asked again.
Jiang Zhihao hesitated for a moment, and finally answered honestly: "I'm married and have a daughter."
Wang Yingjun was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and said gloomily: "I am not the lover you kept outside, right? Otherwise, how could you, a married man, stay with me for so long without going back?
"
Jiang Zhihao couldn't laugh or cry. Wang Yingjun's brain circuit after losing her memory felt much weirder than before.
He said: "I explained it to my wife and she has no objection. But we are just good friends, not what you think."