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

Zhou Qian wiped her tears and choked up as she said, "Now that Ningning is in trouble and you're not at home, you're actually going to North City? What will happen to us mother and son if you leave!"

Lin Hongkun felt that if he continued talking, he would definitely end up quarreling. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "We are going to Beicheng for the company's project. I can't let our whole family and the whole company go hungry because of one thing. Aunt Chen! Take your wife downstairs to rest!"

Mother Chen walked into the study, looked at the two of them tremblingly, held Zhou Qian's hand and said, "Madam."

Zhou Qian looked at her husband in front of her. She didn't know since when the two of them had become like this. After closing her eyes, Zhou Qian felt exhausted all over. She left the study with the help of Chen Ma.

The time for discharge from the hospital is coming soon, but today not only Song Zhiyu came, but also Xie Xianqing.

"Let's go." Song Zhiyu packed up his things and said to Jiang Qie.

After getting in the car, Jiang Qie saw Xie Xianqing in the driver's seat and was a little surprised. Was he asked to be a driver again? But he still greeted him politely, "Hello, Brother Xianqing."

This time, Xie Xianqing volunteered to be the driver. After all, he was quite happy to contribute to his good brother's love.

"Good morning, Sister Jiang Qie."

Song Zhiyu put the things in the trunk, got in the car and said, "Let's go."

This was Jiang Qie's second time to come to Hengshan Mansion, and the last time was not long ago. Xie Xianqing put the things on the table and looked at the two people in front of him with a smile: "Put the things here, then I won't bother you, I'm going to the hospital first. You, don't rush, anyway, you have already dealt with the important and difficult ones, I can handle the rest, those old men shouldn't say anything."

Song Zhiyu nodded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm leaving."

After Xie Xianqing left, Song Zhiyu took Jiang Qie to look around the entire apartment. Although it was not very big, it was still much larger than the Yun Mansion.

"This is your room. Tell me if there's anything missing."

Jiang Qie looked around the room and then went to the bathroom. There was everything there. It could be said that Song Zhiyu bought everything he could think of, which was in line with his personality.

"Also, go to the balcony and take a look."

"?" Jiang Qie followed Song Zhiyu and just walked to the balcony when he heard a cat's meow. Jiang Qie looked at the other party suddenly and saw the smile in the other party's eyes. Jiang Qie opened the door of the balcony and it was Xiaoju.

The day before, Song Zhiyu and Jiang Qie asked for the key to the house, saying they were going home to pack up their things. They also asked him to leave Xiaoju in a nearby pet shop. Unexpectedly, he actually moved Xiaoju and the cat's nest directly here.

"Why did you bring Xiaoju here too?"

Song Zhiyu picked up the cat on the ground, stroked it gently, and said with a smile: "The pet shop is not like home, and Xiaoju has been crying all the time. I think it must be missing you. Anyway, the living room at home is very big, and having more cats won't affect it, right, Xiaoju."

The little orange one seemed to understand what the other person said and meowed softly, which was a bit like its owner.

Jiang Qie looked at Song Zhiyu who was holding the cat. The sun was shining brightly today, shining in from the balcony and falling on the man and the cat, which gave them a different feeling.

Song Zhiyu held Xiaoju for a while and then put her on the ground and said, "I'm going to prepare lunch. You take a rest. But remember, you can't hold the cat, and move your right hand as little as possible."

Jiang Qie was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Okay."

Song Zhiyu then touched the girl's head with satisfaction and turned to go to the kitchen.

Jiang Qie looked at the man walking away, and reached out to touch her head. She didn't look like she liked the touch very much, so why did the other person seem to like touching her head so much?

Her right hand couldn't move, and Song Zhiyu was staring at her, so she could only swipe her phone. She opened the chat app and received a message from Liang Wanqing.

[Aqie, would you like to come to the teacher's house for dinner tonight? ]

[No, teacher, I'm a little busy recently. I'll go to your place for a good meal later.]

[Okay, okay, then you should also take care of your rest. ]

Jiang Qie smiled faintly, [Yes, the teacher is the same. ]

After sending the message, Jiang Qie was about to put down her phone and pick up the remote control when her phone vibrated again. It was an unfamiliar number. Jiang Qie frowned. She had no impression of this phone number and was about to hang up when Xiaoju jumped onto the sofa and its tail swept Jiang Qie's hand. She accidentally touched it and the call was connected.

"Jiang Qie, it's me."

It was Zhou Qian. Because Jiang Qie blocked all their contact information, she had to borrow a mobile phone from the housekeeper. Lin Hongkun went out late every day, and Lin Hao also had to go to school. She was worried about Lin Ning, but there was nothing she could do. Now she could only call Jiang Qie.

Jiang Qie knew that Zhou Qian would definitely contact her recently, just to plead for Lin Ning, so she hung up the phone directly.

"Jiang...beep beep" Zhou Qian looked at the black screen of her phone in disbelief, bit her lip, and called again, but this time it said the number had been blocked. She threw the phone aside in frustration. It's not that she didn't want to look for Jiang Qie, but no one knew where she lived now, not to mention that she couldn't contact Jiang Qie.

Song Zhiyu faintly heard the movement in the living room from the kitchen and leaned over to ask, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Qie looked at Song Zhiyu, who was wearing an apron, and shook his head, saying, "No, I received a harassing phone call."

Turning on the TV, it was playing the most popular romantic TV series, but Jiang Qie's attention was not on it. Thinking of the dark apron on the man, Jiang Qie looked at Xiaoju again and said softly: "Xiaoju, we can't eat and drink for free, right?"

"Meow"

Jiang Qie nodded to himself, picked up his phone and opened the shopping app, glanced at the man in the kitchen, estimated that the size should be enough, and quickly ordered a new apron. The whole process was very fast, only a minute in total. Jiang Qie, who was finally satisfied, picked up the remote control again and changed the variety show.

Jiang Ci got out of the car holding a beautifully wrapped painting. Today was the day Jiang's father came home. This business trip was a little longer than usual. Ji Shu had already cooked soup at home, and even Jiang Yu went home right after class.

"dad."

When Jiang's father heard the voice, he put down the newspaper in his hand. Jiang Ci looked 70% like his father, and so did his personality. Jiang Yu, on the other hand, was very much like Ji Shu when she was young.

"You're back. Your mother is making soup and is waiting for you to come back for dinner." Jiang's father, dressed in his home clothes, no longer looked solemn as he did in the mall, but rather had a more gentle look.

"Brother! You're back! Hey, what is this?" Jiang Yu came down from upstairs and saw what Jiang Ci was holding in his hand at a glance.