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

"Brother Zhiyu, would you like some water?" Jiang Qie stood beside Song Zhiyu with milk in his hand. At first she wanted to help, but the man directly stuffed a bottle of milk into her hand.

It seemed that the girl's gaze was too direct, even Song Zhiyu couldn't stand being stared at by the girl he liked. After cutting the last piece of green onion, Song Zhiyu laughed softly and said, "Didn't you call me brother just now? Why don't you call me brother now?"

"?" When Jiang Qie looked up and was about to refute, he bumped into the man's deep eyes. Jiang Qie suddenly wondered why he hadn't noticed that Song Zhiyu's eyelashes were so long before.

"Hmm?" The man's voice was a little low but very attractive at this moment. Because the two were very close to each other, the voice could be clearly transmitted to Jiang Qie's ears, making her tighten the milk bottle in her hand.

Jiang Qie quickly withdrew from the eye contact, took a sip of milk, and tried to make his tone sound calm: "You don't want to drink water? Forget it."

How could Song Zhiyu not see that the girl was shy, but for fear of angering this little cat, he still said softly, "Okay."

It is now autumn in Yuncheng, and the weather is much cooler than before. Song Zhiyu looked back at Jiang Qie, who was staring at the kettle. The loose sweater she wore still made her look thin. He thought about how she said she was full before she even ate half a bowl of soup at noon at Gu's house, but she drank two bowls of soup.

The sound of the kettle boiling water and Song Zhiyu chopping vegetables was particularly loud in the quiet kitchen. Jiang Qie still held the unfinished bottle of milk in his hand and turned his head to look back.

Even the apron was a serious black color. Jiang Qie suddenly imagined with a sense of humor that if the other person wore a pink apron and cooked in the kitchen, it would be quite interesting. As if noticing the girl's gaze, Song Zhiyu also looked in the direction of the girl.

At this time, Xie Xianqing suddenly walked into the kitchen and said with a cheerful face, "Uncle Ji called back and the things have been received."

"Yes." He responded to Xie Xianqing but his hands did not stop preparing the dishes. "Yes, after the results come out, send them directly to Uncle Ji."

Jiang Qie didn't interrupt the conversation between the two, and kept staring at the kettle, but he was a little curious about this Uncle Ji. There were not many people who could make Song Zhiyu and Xie Xianqing call him uncle, especially in Yuncheng. Jiang Qie actually had someone in his heart - the director of the Yuncheng Police Department, Ji Shiping.

"Hey, you don't eat onions, why add onions?"

Jiang Qie paused in pouring the water, and heard the man say, "You guys eat the onions, but I don't have to touch them. And this dish requires onions."

Xie Xianqing continued to say, "Okay, I'll have to inconvenience you today."

Hearing this, Jiang Qie suddenly remembered that when she had lunch at Gu's house today, there were green onions in the soup, and she drank two bowls. Jiang Qie made a "tsk" sound, put the cup aside where it would not easily fall over, and hurried out of the kitchen.

Xie Xianqing looked puzzled, "What happened to Sister Jiang Qie?"

Song Zhiyu just smiled and said softly: "Maybe I think you are too noisy."

Xie Xianqing: “…” It turns out that he is just a light bulb.

Because of this onion, Jiang Qie just ate the whole dinner in silence, while Song Zhiyu and Xie Xianqing were talking about some things in the hospital. But Jiang Qie gradually became absorbed in listening. She always knew that Song Zhiyu was very professional, and she had heard some young nurses talk about him when she was hospitalized in her previous life. But this was the first time she watched him talk about something about work so carefully.

After dinner, Jiang Qie did not stay long. Just like when he came, Song Zhiyu drove him back.

A black car was driving on the road, and the street lights on both sides illuminated the entire Hengshan Highway.

Jiang Qie originally planned to play with his phone as soon as he got in the car, but his phone ran out of battery. Now he could only stare blankly in silence.

"Is the scallion chicken delicious?" Song Zhiyu suddenly asked, breaking the silence in the car.

Jiang Qie was stunned for a moment, picked at the hole of the seat belt, and then said softly: "It's delicious. Did you know that I can eat onions?"

Song Zhiyu knew that the girl was thinking about this, so he ate without saying anything all night, and smiled quietly, "Well, there are green onions in the soup at noon."

Sure enough, a bowl of soup exposed herself. Jiang Qie didn't know how to explain this matter. She said she didn't eat onions before, which was a subconscious lie because of the sudden incident. She did know that Song Zhiyu didn't eat onions, but she found out about this when they had dinner together in the last life. But last time was their first time eating together, what should she say now! ? What should she say if he asked her?

The car fell silent again. Jiang Qie was extremely annoyed. She really couldn't lie. But just as she was struggling, Song Zhiyu looked at her, the corners of his lips gradually curved up slightly, and he chuckled, "As long as it tastes good, I'll make something else for you later."

Jiang Qie paused when he heard this. After a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips and he responded with an "OK".

After arriving at Yunfu Mansion and saying goodnight to Song Zhiyu, Jiang Qie went straight upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiaoju squatting at the door. When he saw someone coming, he kept "meowing" as if complaining about his master coming back so late.

Jiang Qie squatted down, held Xiaoju in his arms, tapped the cat's nose and whispered, "I haven't treated you badly with the cat food, you are really good at pretending to be pitiful." But he still gently smoothed Xiaoju's fur with his hand.

Suddenly he thought of something and looked at the little orange in his arms. He said on a whim: "Little orange, you haven't taken a bath for a long time. Let me take you to take a bath." Then he carried it into the bathroom regardless of the little orange's resistance.

On Monday morning, Jiang Qie finished breakfast and prepared to go to school. He was about to say goodbye to Xiaoju, but Xiaoju ignored him. Jiang Qie thought it was funny that the cat had such a bad temper after just taking a bath. He rubbed Xiaoju's belly and then left the house with satisfaction.

Pei Zhao finished the last question, closed the pen cap, and placed the paper in front of Jiang Qie with great momentum, saying confidently, "Take a look."

Qiu Lixin shook his head. It was like this every time, but he would find mistakes every time.

Jiang Qie carefully looked at the answer on the paper, picked up a red pen and drew a circle, and said lightly: "This."

"?" Pei Zhao reluctantly took the answer from the side and compared it. It was indeed wrong. During this period of time, he found that Jiang Qie had a sharp eye and could basically find out where he made mistakes after just one look. Although he was a little unconvinced at the beginning, after this period of time, he changed his mind about this transfer student a lot.

After correcting the test paper, Pei Zhao stretched and decided to take a break. He patted Jiang Qie's arm and said softly, "Jiang Qie, I'll take you to a good place."