Jiang Ning called twice in a row, but hung up on both calls.
She didn't continue to hit him. Seeing that it was still early, she gave Jiang Wang a hit.
In addition to asking about his physical condition, he also cared about his studies.
After all, during the time he was hospitalized for the surgery, Jiang Wang missed a lot of homework.
"Sister, I don't even think about getting a 985 or a 211 with my grades. I think it would be good to go to a good junior college."
"Where do you get your confidence? Nowadays, even a better junior college has a score of over 500 points, but you still haven't improved your poor grades."
"I'm learning, I'm learning. Sister, when are you coming to see me, take Brother Li with you. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I feel like I miss him a lot."
"Miss him? Jiang Wang, you are a man, can you put all your thoughts on your studies? What do you think about? Do you miss him? Does he miss you? Study hard and don't think randomly all day long."
"oh."
Jiang Wang felt aggrieved when he was criticized.
Unexpectedly, his sister's request was not met, and the school helped him realize his wish.
As the summer vacation approached, Li Zeyu selected several colleges and universities to make donations.
It just so happened that Jiang Wang's high school was one of them.
Early in the morning, all the teachers and students of the school went to the playground to raise the national flag. Li Zeyu's car slowly drove into the campus, attracting a lot of attention.
When the principal was speaking on the stage, Li Zeyu and Fang Yue were in the audience.
When he came to the stage wearing a suit and leather tie to speak, Jiang Wang recognized him at a glance.
Looking at the noble and extraordinary man, Jiang Wang suddenly felt that his sister was not worthy of Li Zeyu.
If in the past, the Jiang family was still there, it would be okay for his sister to be a young socialite in Kyoto.
"Jiang Wang, Jiang Wang!"
Jiang Wang was distracted and his classmates patted him. When he reacted, the person speaking on the stage had been replaced by the director.
Li Zeyu disappeared, and so did the principal.
"Where was that person just now?"
He asked the classmate next to him, with an anxious look on his face.
The classmate just replied to him calmly, "Did you follow the principal back to the office? After all, he is a great benefactor of our school."
A good person is no stranger to a high school student.
Rich people who come here to donate are considered good people.
After the conference was dismissed, Jiang Wang left his classmates behind and ran all the way to the principal's office, but he ignored the doctor's advice.
Just a few months after the surgery, his body was in the recovery period and he could not exercise a lot.
After crossing the playground, running along the long cement road, and running to the corridor outside the principal's room, Jiang Wang suddenly felt a pain in his chest like a needle pricking his chest.
He panted, held on to the wall, rested for a while, and continued to move forward.
"Mr. Li's support for our school is the honor of our Jinming High School. These students will go further in the future, and they will naturally regard Mr. Li as a role model."
The principal's complimenting laughter came from the principal's office.
Jiang Wang was filled with joy. He did not move forward, but stopped against the wall.
He wanted to wait for Li Zeyu to come out, but his vision suddenly blurred.
Thinking that he was running in a hurry just now, he didn't care.
Sure enough, not long after, the voice in the principal's office suddenly became louder, and then Li Zeyu and the principal walked out together.
Jiang Wang immediately stood up straight and stared straight at Li Zeyu, who was tall and slender with a clear face.
He didn't seem to expect Jiang Wang to be here. When he stopped and looked at him, the principal thought it was some ignorant classmate who wanted to see Li Zeyu, so he stepped forward to drive Jiang Wang away.
Li Zeyu stopped him: "Principal Li, just send it here."
After saying that, he looked at Jiang Wang, and in front of the principal, he approached Jiang Wang and said, "Follow me."
Jiang Wang's pale face showed a hint of joy.
On the narrow path outside the building of the principal's office, Li Zeyu looked at Jiang Wang for a long time and asked, "Do you still go to the hospital every week?"
Jiang Wang nodded and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Perhaps because he had regained his strength, his lips had gained color and seemed to be developing towards a healthy complexion.
"Your sister took you there?"
"It was before, and this time it was Sister Nuannuan."
"Is your sister very busy?"
Li Zeyu knew that Jiang Ning was on annual leave, thinking it was to take care of Jiang Wang.
"Brother Li, don't you know? My sister went to Lingnan, she is not in Kyoto."
Jiang Wang put it bluntly.
Li Zeyu's dark pupils shrank suddenly.
Jiang Ning is not in Kyoto.
Jiang Wang seemed to notice his abnormality and asked: "Last time I talked to my sister on the phone, I mentioned you, Brother Li, but I think my sister was very emotional. Did you... break up?"
"...There was a bit of a conflict, but it will be resolved soon, don't worry."
"Oh, my sister is like that. She is sensitive. How tolerant of you."
Jiang Wang scratched his head and smiled.
Li Zeyu lowered his eyelids and looked calm.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and asked, "What's your sister's current phone number?"
"you……"
Jiang Wang suddenly realized a problem and immediately became vigilant.
After all, he is his own brother, and he still understands his sister to some extent.
There must be a reason for Jiang Ning not to tell her, but now, Li Zeyu doesn't even know her phone number.
Seeing Jiang Wang's hesitation, Li Zeyu's cold face turned gloomier again.
But soon, his frown slowly relaxed.
"This weekend, the game center on Chenghua Street has a new skin. You can invite a few of your close classmates to play together."
Jiang Wang still didn't move.
He added: "I'm treating you."
Jiang Wang quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and read Jiang Ning's cell phone number.
When Li Zeyu saw the number, his eyebrows knitted into knots again.
Because of this number, I had called him before, but because he was reprimanding Huo Mingyang that day, he didn't get through.
It turns out to be Jiang Ning!
Sitting in the car, Li Zeyu held his chin with one hand, looking at the street scene flashing past the car window, feeling disturbed.
"What's Jiang Ning doing in Lingnan?"
After a long while, he asked.
Fang Yue looked at him in the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.
If he doesn't let me check, who can know.
Not hearing Fang Yue's response, Li Zeyu turned his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror.
Their eyes met, Fang Yue quickly averted his gaze, feeling helpless: "Mr. Li, I'll check it out later."
"Do you think she went there to relax because she was in a bad mood?"
"It's very possible. The scenery in Lingnan is beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters."
"Book a ticket to Lingnan this weekend."
"But Avril will come to the company this week..."
"Next week then."
"good."
Fang Yue agreed, but privately asked Jiang Ning what he was going to do in Lingnan.
When they heard the news, everyone was shocked.
However, at this time, Li Zeyu got his mobile phone number and was deciding whether to call or add WeChat first.
…
There is a lot of rain in Lingnan in summer, so Jiang Ning cooks mung bean soup every other day, and cooks other things every other day, and looks up the recipe to help Ji Lin get rid of the moisture.
Sometimes if there is too much, I will drink it myself, taking Mao Yun with me.
As time went by, Mao Yun began to reject her at first, and now he gradually likes to talk to her about his concerns, and even often complains about Ji Linran's contracted girlfriend.
At noon that day, Ji Linran had nothing to do, so Wang Zhiyi insisted that she accompany him to visit the village in Lingnan.
Mao Yun had nothing to do, so he came to visit.
Jiang Ning was making soup in the kitchen. She smelled the aroma, came in, opened the lid of the pot, and took a look.
"What kind of soup is this?"
“Barley Pork Ribs.”
Jiang Ning took a spoon and stirred it.
"Why didn't you accompany him when he went to the village?"
Mao Yun returned the pot lid to her, made a face and said with disgust: "I can't stand that Wang Zhiyi."