Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

Half an hour later, Song Zhiyu drove to the gate of Yunfu Mansion. Jiang Qie was looking down at the shadows under his feet. When he heard the car sound, he raised his head. Song Zhiyu got out of the car, stood in front of the girl, and asked softly, "You have been waiting for a long time, come in."

Jiang Qie sat in the back seat and looked at it. He was hesitating whether to sit in the back seat. He blurted out "Brother Zhiyu" on impulse at noon. Later, he came to his senses and kept regretting why he called him so affectionately. But Song Zhiyu had already opened the passenger door. Jiang Qie had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit in.

Fasten your seat belt and the car starts slowly.

Jiang Qie lowered his head and scratched his finger. The two of them were speechless and the car suddenly became quiet.

"Are you hungry?" Seeing that Jiang Qie kept her head down, Song Zhiyu was afraid that he would scare her by speaking suddenly, so he spoke in a low voice.

Jiang Qie was not in a daze, she had been stealing glances at Song Zhiyu's hands. His knuckles were slender, the bones were distinct, and his fingernails were neatly trimmed. These hands looked very nice even when he was driving.

He looked up, perhaps because it was a bit hot, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, veins bulging.

Jiang Qie was staring at the scene in a trance, but was brought back to his senses by Song Zhiyu's words. He raised his head and looked at him blankly, obviously not hearing what the other person said.

Looking at the confused Jiang Qie, Song Zhiyu smiled dotingly, touched her head, and said, "You must be hungry. The restaurant is a little far from here. If you are hungry, you can have some dessert first." Then he took a bag from the back row and put it in Jiang Qie's hand.

Jiang Qie opened it and found that it was a puff from a famous cake shop. Jiang Qie seldom eats this kind of sweets, but she likes sweets very much. When she was a child, her grandfather would give her small cakes when he saved some money from picking up garbage. Although it was cheap, it was a delicacy for Jiang Qie when she was a child.

Smelling the aroma of the puffs, Jiang Qie finally smiled for the first time since getting on the bus, and turned to look at Song Zhiyu, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you call me Brother Zhiyu anymore?"

Jiang Qie was a little hungry after painting for an entire afternoon, and was just about to eat a bite of puff. After hearing what Song Zhiyu said, he suddenly couldn't eat it. He looked out the window and then in front of him, and when he saw that Song Zhiyu didn't say anything, he quickly called out "Brother Zhiyu" and turned back to look out the window. However, he didn't notice the smile on Song Zhiyu's face.

Twenty minutes later, the two finally arrived at the restaurant. Song Zhiyu had booked a private room, which had a rather elegant design. The two sat down, and the waiter placed the menu on the table.

Jiang Qie quickly looked through the menu. In fact, she didn't like looking at menus, nor did she like thinking about what to eat every day. When she didn't have money, she ate whatever was available, so she developed the habit of not being picky.

Song Zhiyu watched the girl quickly browse through the dishes but didn't order a single dish. Thinking of the information he had seen from Xie Xianqing before, he knew that she didn't know what to eat. After thinking for a moment, he asked in a natural tone, "Aqie, is there anything you don't want to eat?"

"No, I'll eat them all." The girl answered quickly and straightforwardly, leaving Song Zhiyu at a loss for words. He could only pick out some delicious food.

Jiang Qie didn't say anything during the ordering process, but when the waiter was about to leave, he suddenly said, "I don't want onions or spicy food on the dishes just now, thank you."

The waiter nodded and left the room. Song Zhiyu was slightly stunned when she heard Jiang Qie blurt out this sentence. Jiang Qie actually reacted after saying that sentence, and was a little annoyed. She can eat onions and spicy food, but Song Zhiyu can't.

As expected, I was a little careless. Jiang Qie raised his head and sure enough, Song Zhiyu was looking at him with a questioning look.

"Aqie doesn't eat onions or spicy food either?"

Jiang Qie drank a sip of warm water and said calmly, "Well, Brother Zhiyu doesn't want to eat either? What a coincidence."

Song Zhiyu did not miss Jiang Qie's slightly red ears, and did not expose her. He nodded in agreement.

The dishes came up very quickly. As expected of the most famous restaurant in Yuncheng, both the presentation and the dishes looked good. Jiang Qie took a bite of the dish and found it delicious. He thought to himself that he could bring Teacher Liang and the others to eat here next time.

Seeing that the girl was concentrating on eating, Song Zhiyu realized that she was really hungry, so he took the spoon and scooped up the soup.

"I just went to the Lin family, and the servants inside said that you no longer live there." As he said this, he placed the prepared soup next to Jiang Qie.

Jiang Qie paused holding the chopsticks, picked up the spoon and drank a mouthful of soup. It was very delicious. Jiang Qie nodded in satisfaction and said, "Well, I moved out of the Lin family."

Song Zhiyu frowned. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Jiang Qie moving out of the Lin family. On the contrary, he thought it was a wise move. However, Jiang Qie was still studying, so he wondered how he would solve his living problem after moving out of the Lin family.

Lu Huai thought for a moment and then asked, "So how do you live your daily life?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Qie was stunned. She thought Song Zhiyu would think she was impulsive and ill-considered, but she didn't expect that he would ask about her life after moving out. Thinking of this, Jiang Qie felt that the slight discomfort she had just felt disappeared. She took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, I have a place to live, and I have saved money before, so I can take care of myself."

Song Zhiyu looked at the calm girl in front of him. This sentence might sound insignificant to others, but he felt as if his heart was pinched. Of course, she can take care of herself. In the past ten years, she had no parents and her grandfather was in poor health. She supported the family early, but she was only 18 years old. Song Zhiyu felt a little distressed.

"Ah Qie, are you tired?"

Are you tired? Jiang Qie has never thought about this question. When she was a child, Zhou Qian abandoned her, Jiang Yuan gambled every day and was away from home. Her grandfather was in poor health, so she had to do housework and accompany her grandfather to pick up garbage. When she was in junior high school, she had to do odd jobs after school. Later, she found that she could make money by drawing racing cars, so she drew every day and raced desperately. In her previous life, she was locked up in a mental hospital by Lin Ning, where she received injections, took medicine, and received electrotherapy. At that time, Jiang Qie could no longer think of being tired. She just wanted to die.

Jiang Qie had always thought that this was how her life would be until she met Song Zhiyu. In her previous life, he was her salvation and her last ray of light. It was the same now.

Jiang Qie pursed her lips tightly, unable to speak as if her throat was choked. She always thought she had no time to complain about being tired because she couldn't stop, but now there was someone who would ask her if she was hungry or tired. All the things in her past life flashed through Jiang Qie's mind one by one. Jiang Qie's throat tightened and her hands began to tremble.

"Song Zhiyu."

Song Zhiyu also noticed that something was wrong with the girl. Her face was pale and even her lips were bloodless. She hurriedly got up from the chair and accidentally touched the chopsticks, leaving a conspicuous stain on her white shirt. But Song Zhiyu had no time to care about it. He squatted beside the girl and grabbed her arm. The hand in the sleeve was frighteningly slender.