I sponsored Chapter 13.

Jingge had a nightmare as usual.

After Li Zhan cut off her head, he kicked her, and a stray dog ​​appeared out of nowhere, carrying her head away in a flash.

It's related to Journey to the West.

After being awakened by nightmares for several nights in a row, Jingge became extremely listless and unable to eat a single bite.

Aunt Zhang was anxious and didn't know what to do. She went to Li Mushi and kept saying, "He's only eaten a bag of chestnuts in three days. He can't take it."

Li Mushi paused, then put down the newspaper in his hand: "What's for breakfast today?"

Aunt Zhang recited the list, wanting Jingge to have a taste. She had prepared a very lavish spread, with sweet, salty, light, and spicy dishes—everything imaginable.

“I made an appointment to have tea with someone this morning, so I won’t be eating at home,” Li Mushi nodded. “I’ll have some takeout delivered to bring back some extra food.”

Zhang Ma thought it was an extra meal at the teahouse.

When it arrived, her eyes nearly popped out.

It was KFC breakfast!

Li Ying cheered, "Hamburger, hamburger, my favorite hamburger!! Sister, which one do you want?"

The breakfast selection was extensive, featuring almost every type of food available at KFC.

“Panini, please,” Jingge said, his appetite returning. “And a cup of sweet soy milk, please.”

Aunt Zhang beamed with joy: "Oh, you can have as much as you want."

Li Ying then asked, "Brother, what about you?"

"No," Li Zhan yawned frequently, as if he hadn't slept well either. "Where did Zhang Ma get all this? Doesn't she say it's all junk food and that we can't eat it?"

Zhang Ma explained, "Third Master had it delivered."

Li Zhan raised his eyelids slightly.

Zhang's mother said, "They said Yingying's IQ test was fine; although she just barely passed, it's much higher than a dog's..."

Jing Ge choked before he could finish speaking.

She quickly turned her face away, covered her mouth with her hand, and coughed softly twice.

Li Ying's cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish.

“I just said,” Zhang Ma suppressed a laugh, “to reward her, to reward her for her brain working hard to develop.”

Jingge couldn't help but laugh.

Li Zhan's expression relaxed, his gaze silently lingering on her curved eyes, but his mouth was still sharp: "After eating like this, your IQ will be eaten back up again."

"What's unhealthy about it?!" Li Ying exploded. "Bread, eggs, lettuce, chicken cutlet, which one isn't healthy?"

Jingge patted her head and praised her for speaking so well.

She hadn't been to KFC in a long time.

In her memory, it happened when she was very young. Her mother would secretly take her out without her father and grandmother's knowledge, taking only her and not even Prince Jing. She would let her eat hamburgers and fried chicken and even allow her to drink cola.

After the Jing family went bankrupt, Jing Ge never went there again.

With the adults not in the mood, Jingge dared not spend money recklessly.

Over time, it gradually faded from memory.

It wasn't anything particularly valuable, but it was the happiest thing in her childhood.

Jingge inwardly wondered why he was suddenly being so sentimental today. He calculated the days and realized that his period was probably coming soon.

After finishing a hamburger and drinking the soy milk, Jingge put two sanitary napkins in her bag for later use.

Li Zhan came over carrying his coat: "I'll take you."

What could Jing Ge say?

It was an honor for her and her whole family that the young master was willing to give her this gift.

Even if he kicks her off the bus halfway through the journey, she should still be grateful.

The road was naturally silent.

Li Zhan seemed to want to speak, but after glancing at her expressionless face, he swallowed his words back, his anger turning into a growing sense of irritability and rage.

Jingge is a chatterbox; if she stops talking, it means she dislikes the other person.

Realizing this, Li Zhan floored the accelerator, his face filled with malice.

The car was going so fast that Jingge felt uncomfortable.

"Slow down, you..." She gripped the seatbelt tightly, suppressing the churning in her stomach.

Li Zhan, his face icy and unmoved, delivered her to the Womei building in just fifteen minutes.

Jing Ge, his hands trembling, unbuckled his seatbelt, his face pale. He fled from the car, stumbling to the nearest trash can, where he could no longer hold back and vomited.

Until bitterness welled up in my mouth.

I ate everything I had managed to eat this morning, and there wasn't a single thing left.

Li Zhan pursed his lips, a fleeting hint of regret and annoyance crossing his face, but his pride prevailed, and he turned his concern into an accusation: "Why didn't you say you were carsick earlier?"

Jing Ge wiped his mouth and steadied himself by holding onto the trash can.

The eyes are red and uncomfortable due to bile reflux.

Thank you, goodbye.

She was very polite.

So polite that it contained not a trace of expectation.

I don't expect his concern, I don't expect his thoughtfulness, I don't expect anything from him.

Li Zhan felt stifled when he swallowed his anger, but when he tried to vent it, he didn't know what to do, so he just kept holding it in, neither able to let it out nor not.

You're about to suffer internal injuries from holding it in.

She didn't fall for any of his tricks.

She didn't care about his bad behavior.

She didn't argue, shout back, yell at him, or act cute...none of it.

Li Zhan gave a thumbs-up to the girl standing in the cold wind outside the window: "You're awesome."

Having said that, the car sped away like an arrow released from a bow.

The trash can was cold, and there was a layer of water stains on its stainless steel surface, which was the frost from last night melting away.

Jingge felt a little dizzy.

Zhang Hong drove by and happened to see her pale, swaying figure.

It was as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

Zhang Hong quickly stopped the car: "Xiao Jing, are you alright? Are you sick?"

Jing Ge stared intently, forcing a smile: "It's nothing, I probably just have low blood sugar."

I haven't eaten much for several days.

Zhang Hong handed her the steaming hot breakfast from the passenger seat: "Here, my wife prepared this. She feeds my daughter like a cow every day, but my daughter can't eat it all, so she always asks me to help her. I really can't eat children's food."

He was humorous and witty, and Jing Ge genuinely laughed. Without being polite, he thanked him and accepted the gift.

"Hurry up and get into the company," Zhang Hong said with concern, "eat it while it's hot."

"good."

Zhang Hong's daughter just started junior high school, and her breakfasts are indeed geared towards a young girl's taste: sandwiches, fried eggs, grilled sausages, and small meat buns with vermicelli, all handmade, just like her mother's cooking.

Jing Ge especially loves the rice noodle and meat buns, and since her stomach was empty and she was worried that her health would affect her work performance, she tried her best to finish the buns.

After arriving at his office, Zhang Hong thought for a few seconds and then dialed Li Mushi's number.

The fact that he specifically asked to meet with Jing Ge last time because he was being bullied by a senior employee shows that he cares a lot about his child.

After connection.

Zhang Hong: "President Li, there's something small I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"Don't be so polite," Li Mushi said, seemingly busy. "Please speak."

Zhang Hong described what he saw that morning: "His eyes and nose were red, I don't know if it was from the cold... or from crying."

Li Mushi stopped signing.

"Low blood sugar?"

“That’s what she said,” Zhang Hong said. “But don’t worry, I gave her my daughter’s breakfast, and she’s feeling much better now.”

Li Mushi didn't speak immediately.

Zhang Hong waited patiently for a while.

A dozen seconds later, Li Mushi's deep, magnetic voice came through the microphone: "Does Womei offer afternoon tea as a company perk?"

“...Uh,” Zhang Hong said awkwardly, “No.”

Li Mushi: "I've sponsored it."

Zhang Hong: "