The paranoid boss lightly favors

"I told you to eat, you should go to eat first, and I will contact you later."

After finishing speaking clearly, he hung up the phone, and it took Xie Jian a few minutes to react.

These restored memories sometimes feel like a new life, and every time I think about it, it seems to be deepened in my mind again.

Xie Jian put down his phone and went downstairs, Zhang Jiuhui waited for her quietly at the dining table without moving his chopsticks first.

She knew that she came down a little late, more than ten minutes later than when her aunt went up to call her. After all, she was at his home, so it was embarrassing for him to wait for her to eat.

Xie Jian looked at Zhang Jiuhui who was sitting at the table apologetically, "You don't have to wait for me."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, feeling a little overwhelmed at the time, the more things she experienced, the more feelings she felt in her heart, Xie Jian felt that she was too troublesome for this person.

But apart from Zhang Jiuhui, she didn't know who could help her.

Asking him to do things for him is like taking advantage of him. In such a situation, seeing the other party sincerely treats me well, it is always uneasy in my heart.

She hurriedly sat down and picked up the chopsticks, "You eat too."

Seeing that the soup was relatively close to his seat, Xie Jian gave Zhang Jiuhui a bowl and handed it over.

There seemed to be hesitation in Zhang Jiuhui's eyes, and Xie Jian just saw it when he handed over the soup.

"What's the matter, do you have something to say?"

What happened today, Zhang Jiuhui heard from the aunt who followed Xie Jian, he didn't want things to develop like this.

Zhang Jiuhui couldn't figure out what he was thinking about Xie Jian now, he liked it naturally, but he wasn't sure if he wanted it.

If it was before, Zhang Jiuhui would hope that Xie Jian would remember this memory, knowing that the hatred for Gu Mingchen would naturally stay away from him, but now knowing this stage will make the two of them even more inseparable, and even have a life-and-death outcome.

Zhang Jiuhui didn't want to see Xie Jian hurt, this was his only wish at this stage.

"You went to destroy the wedding scene today, do you feel good?"

Zhang Jiuhui's question came quite suddenly to Xie Jian, because she didn't expect him to know about it.

Xie Jian felt that this was a personal matter. Although Auntie was with him, there was no need to tell him things that had nothing to do with Zhang Jiuhui, but she was wrong.

She immediately put down her chopsticks and looked at Zhang Jiuhui seriously.

"I don't want to lie to you, in fact I... feel bad, but I can't forgive him.

At the moment I have nothing to do but make him miserable in these matters. "

She looked firmly at Zhang Jiuhui who was sitting opposite, "I won't forgive him, and I won't make him feel better."

... Xie Jian sat at the dining table for less than 10 minutes, and the total meal he ate was less than five. After she finished speaking, she went upstairs and returned to her room.

Zhang Jiuhui knew that Xie Jian would go to the end for revenge, so he could only help him and protect her from harm in the process.

"In the future, it will be like today, and you must tell me everything in time."

He told his aunt again, just hoping that he knew anything during this stage of revenge.

Zhang Jiuhui's mood was very chaotic all day long, no less than Xie Jian who was in a daze in the room.

He was guessing the outcome of the entire stage of revenge. Gu Mingchen's character would not last forever, and he would fight back one day.

Zhang Jiuhui was a little restless when he thought of this, he got up and went to Xie Jian's room.

She was sitting at the desk at this moment, holding a pen and scribbling on paper, and the trash can beside her was already full.

Xie Jian didn't even hear Zhang Jiuhui coming in, she was a little angrily crumpled up the paper on the table and threw it into the trash can.

I don't know if it's because my eyes are bad or my hands are bad, but Xie Jian didn't throw it into the trash can that was so close.

She sighed helplessly, and when she bent down to pick it up, she saw a hand picking it up and throwing it into the trash can.

"What are you painting?"

Zhang Jiuhui smiled lightly, and Xie Jian sat up straight again.

She pointed to the new blank paper on the table, "When I was sitting in the afternoon, I somehow thought of Jian Jian, and I missed him a little bit."

When Jian Jian was a child, she liked to draw things like animal forests the most. As a jewelry designer, Xie Jian naturally had drawing skills, but it was not easy to imitate Jian Jian's paintings.

"I want to draw a fish, but I can't draw it well, and it's not like Jian Jian's drawing."

Zhang Jiuhui heard her appeal from Xie Jian's words. She didn't need a perfectly copied painting at all, she needed a simple one, and she wanted a simple one.

With Gu Mingchen now in such a situation, the child must be caught in it after knowing this matter, and the child will be affected by whatever he does.

Zhang Jiuhui didn't know how to persuade him, but the only thing he could do now was to satisfy Xie Jian's wish to paint.

He took the pen in Xie Jian's hand, "I'll help you."

Xie Jian looked at Zhang Jiuhui in a daze, without moving his position to make room for him.

"Why, don't you go?"

He directly pushed Xie Jian's chair away with his hands, and pushed the person with the chair to the other side of the table.

Seeing that Zhang Jiuhui was about to write, Xie Jiancai realized that she had stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

Xie Jian looked at Zhang Jiuhui in disbelief, "Do you want to draw?"

Zhang Jiuhui nodded resolutely.

She couldn't help laughing, this is really a big joke, no matter whether Xie Jian has recovered his memory recently, she has already remembered the days when he was a classmate with Zhang Jiuhui, he is clearly a handicap, this is only a finger pointing painting.

"You can't draw anything, you can't draw anything, I know it, don't lie to me."

Zhang Jiuhui looked at her with some dissatisfaction, "Besides, I will treat you with admiration for three days, just wait."

He started to write, and Xie Jian looked forward to seeing the pen move smoothly on the paper. What if he learns to draw later, maybe it will be a surprise later.

Xie Jian's position was just right to reflect the afternoon sunlight, which shone on her body through the window.

At first she looked carefully at Zhang Jiuhui, but then she couldn't help but started yawning, and her eyelids began to sink.

After Zhang Jiuhui finished drawing, he walked to Xie Jian's side and gently pushed her body.

"I've finished drawing."

Xie Jian rubbed his eyes, looking at the painting in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Zhang Jiuhui's painting skills have not improved over the years, and he is still at the level of a primary school student, but it is precisely this kind of painting that is more like a child with a simple heart.

The outline is not so detailed, and the coloring is not so particular. The colors seen in the painting are the colors of the real world, without any artistic processing.

"This……"

Xie Jian was laughing at first, but after looking at her slowly, he could not help being moved.