Wang Yingjun smiled, looked at Jiang Zhihao, and asked, "How many days do you want to stay when you come back this time?"
"Maybe." Jiang Zhihao said.
Wang Yingjun hummed, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.
Lingling, who had grown much taller, took the flower cake and said to Wang Yingjun while eating: "Aunt Wang, the food you cook is so delicious. Can I come to learn cooking from you every day from now on?"
"Of course." Wang Yingjun pulled her over with a smile and asked, "What dish do you want to learn?"
Lingling licked her fingers and saw all kinds of braised dishes, which Jiang Zhihao usually cooked.
"You, aren't you afraid of turning yourself into a piglet?" Zhong Jiawei said.
"I'm not afraid. She is a little beauty, and she will be a big beauty in the future!" Lingling said very confidently.
This is true. Although she is not very old, she has inherited Zhong Jiawei's beauty.
Coupled with the child star's fame, no matter where he goes, he is the center of attention.
Especially in school, those little boys and girls hang around her all day long. They do whatever Lingling says and no one says anything.
This girl is much more popular than her parents.
Wang Yingjun raised her head and looked at Murong Lanyi who was standing by the door, and asked: "Won't Miss Murong come and have something to eat?"
"I don't like sweets." Murong Lan said happily, without any intention of coming over.
Wang Yingjun said oh, and before she could speak, she suddenly saw Murong Lanyi's face change slightly and she let out a retching sound.
But she swallowed down this reaction immediately. Wang Yingjun saw it and walked over very considerately and asked: "Miss Murong, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"Maybe I ate something bad. I'll just go out and get some fresh air." After that, Murong Lanyi turned around and walked out.
The smell of flowers in the room, coupled with sweets like flower cakes, really made her feel sick and made her want to vomit.
Zhong Jiawei looked at Jiang Zhihao and asked, "Why do I feel that Miss Murong's return this time is a bit strange?"
"What's weird?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"I can't explain clearly, I just feel like she's different from before." Zhong Jiawei suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is she a little fatter than before?"
"Are you fat?" Jiang Zhihao shook his head and said, "I didn't pay much attention."
He really didn't pay much attention to Murong Lanyi's situation. In Jiang Zhihao's impression, this woman was born in the year of the Ox and was very strong.
Other women would fall down when the wind blows, but she can stand as steady as a rock even if she stands in a Category 10 typhoon.
So Zhong Jiawei was worried about Murong Lanyi's health, but Jiang Zhihao felt it was a bit unnecessary.
If her health is not good, who else is in good health?
As for the retching just now, it may be that I was not used to eating something.
After all, no matter how strong a person is, there are some foods that he cannot tolerate. This is normal.
Wang Yingjun walked out and stood outside the villa, breathing in the fresh air. Her nausea felt a little better.
She subconsciously touched her belly, looked down, and then looked back at the room.
Jiang Zhihao was sitting among several women in the room, chatting and laughing with them. Murong Lanyi's eyelids jumped as she looked at him, snorted, turned back, and muttered something unclear.