Chapter 159 This is not a wish, it is a delusion

Wen Zhile took his hand away.

"Who is angry? Me? I am not."

"No." Zhou Jihuai gave her face and affirmed her words, but his eyes revealed his true thoughts.

Wen Zhile turned away from him and took a banana from the fruit plate.

"Eating bananas on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach."

He asked Shu Cheng'an about her health. One of her problems was a weak spleen and stomach. Although she had taken a lot of Chinese medicine to regulate her body, it would inevitably relapse if she did not pay attention to daily maintenance.

"I'll go and ask the chef."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out. Wen Zhile paused and put the banana down.

Before closing the door, Zhou Jihuai glanced inside with a smile on his face.

He closed the door and went to find the manager. An idea came to his mind: After getting married, how nice it would be to raise a daughter who is as lovable as Zhizhi - provided that the daughter's mother is Zhizhi.

Ten minutes later, the man came back with a bowl of chicken egg custard, and Wen Zhile reached out to take it.

They didn't order egg custard, but Zhou Jihuai asked the chef to steam a bowl of it because he was afraid she would be hungry.

"Put some weight on your belly first."

The tender and smooth eggs were served in a white porcelain bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onions and a few drops of sesame oil. The aroma filled Wen Zhile's nose and immediately aroused his hunger.

She nodded and started eating, gradually coming to her senses.

Tease her, right?

"Brother." The little girl called softly.

Zhou Jihuai turned his head to the side.

The two of them sat close to each other, and he could smell her faint fragrance from the side of his face, and the smell was different from before.

"Did you change the detergent?"

The way they get along is to talk about whatever comes to mind, so Wen Zhile just paused for a moment and replied: "My mother's colleague gave her a bag of fabric softener. It's a different brand from the one we usually use, so the smell is different."

After that, he changed the subject: "I have a question for you, brother."

Zhou Jihuai looked at her and waited for the next sentence, but he never thought that the next sentence would not be good for him.

"Before the winter break, a boy from school approached me and said he liked me and that his graduation wish was to marry me."

?

"Which department are you from and what's your name?" Zhou Jihuai blurted out.

Why dream in broad daylight? This is not a wish but a delusion.

Wen Zhile smiled shyly: "It doesn't matter."

Zhou Jihuai's expression froze, and his smile gradually disappeared: "Do you like him?"

Wen Zhile picked up the banana and took a bite. He chewed it slowly before speaking, "I'm not sure. Let me think about it carefully."

The girl's pretty face was full of confusion, and Zhou Jihuai's heart sank again and again: "You can't like him."

"He knows you have a date but still tries to steal your girlfriend. He is a bad person."

"You are not even an adult yet, and he seduced you into premature love. His character is even worse."

The man finished speaking in one breath, murderous intent still lingering in his eyes.

"What's his name? Where does he live? I'll go meet him."

Wen Zhile narrowed her eyes: "Are you going to meet him or beat him up?"

Zhou Jihuai's angle of attention was unique: "Are you afraid that he will get beaten?"

Okay, okay, I'm worrying about it before I even figure out whether I like it or not.

"No, I'm just afraid that you'll be caught by my cousin."

Zhou Jihuai slowed down and was immediately appeased.

"Then you don't like him at all, forget it."

Wen Zhile just smiled and said nothing. After waking up, she was in a particularly good mood. She nodded thoughtfully as he said that, and then gave him the remaining banana.

Zhou Jihuai took it and said, "Don't you want to eat anymore?"

"I'm afraid if I eat too much, I won't be able to finish my food later."

"Okay, let me eat it."

"Wow, it's still my brother Zhou. If it was my cousin, he would just throw it to the stray dogs."

Zhou Jihuai's lips curled up: "Your cousin is too wasteful, don't learn from him."

It was already noon when the food was served. Wen Zhile took Zhou Jihuai's mobile phone and called home. After telling them, she was teased by Shu Chengan. Her face turned a little red and she decisively hung up the phone.

She was busy studying for exams some time ago so she didn't pay much attention to her family's reactions. But in the past two days she finally understood: her family now knows that she and Zhou Jihuai have feelings for each other but neither of them shows it.

The reason is that I am concerned about her age and I am afraid that it will end badly if I show it too obviously.

Although Wen Zhile felt that she was twenty-three in her heart, objectively speaking, she was sixteen this year, an age that she must not cross.

In the past, she would never have imagined that there would come a day when she would feel that she was too young.

Happy times always pass quickly. Zhou Jihuai had to rejoin the team tomorrow morning, so he booked a train ticket for tonight. He sent the girl home before dinner and was not ready to go home.

"Write to me if you have anything."

Wen Zhile nodded.

"You can write even if you have nothing to do."

"I know."

The cold evening wind blew past my ears, bringing with it a whistling sound.

Wen Zhile bit the soft flesh on her lips and suddenly opened her arms: "A farewell hug."

Zhou Jihuai paused for a moment, then leaned over and hugged her, his chin lightly resting on the girl's shoulder.

The soft down jacket sank because of his weight, and the fragrance brushed against the man's nose and floated into his heart.

"Be safe and eat on time."

After they held each other for a while without saying anything, Wen Zhile spoke.

"Okay... Zhizhi, next time I come back, you will probably have started school. If that tactless boy comes looking for you again after school starts, ask your cousin to find you a wolfdog."

Wen Zhile almost fainted: "One is not enough, I need two. Then I will go to school with one in each hand."

Zhou Jihuai couldn't help laughing. He silently counted to three, let go of her hand, stood up straight, and wrapped a scarf around her: "Come in, make a cup of ginger tea before going to bed to drive away the cold."

"Remember to have a drink too. I'm going home."

The gate of the courtyard was tightly closed, and the car drove away slowly. Xiaojiu sat cross-legged in the empty space, watching the clear silk thread entwined between the two of them gradually solidify, with his hand supporting his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while he typed a line of words.

[Sister, you and Zhou Jihuai are about to develop telepathy. ]

"ah?"

[That is to say, the induction between the Qiyunzi becomes stronger, and eventually develops into telepathy, which allows you to understand each other's real-time mood even when you can't see each other, regardless of the distance. ]

"That sounds awesome."

【It’s really good. 】

Wen Zhile listened casually, but when he was about to reach the main house, he turned around and walked out.

When she opened the gate, Zhou Jihuai was no longer outside the door. She could not see the rear end of the car in the distance. She could only see patches of ochre left by the fading sunset, which seemed to be stained with her nostalgia at the moment, sticking to the horizon.

The pale yellow moon has risen, and the still bright sky will soon be covered by darkness.

Wen Zhile felt a little disappointed when he thought that they wouldn't see each other for a long time.

The sky went from light to dark and then back to light.

While Zhou Jihuai led the team in training as usual in the Northwest, Shu Chengan drove Wen Zhile to the TV station.

The car was almost at the door of the TV station when it was suddenly stopped: "Cousin, I'm getting off here."

"It's just a matter of seconds. Why don't you go over there?"

"Exercise. My aunt told me to walk more."

Shu Chengan raised his eyebrows and stopped the car on the side of the road: "Slow down."

"Yes, yes, take care, cousin."

Wen Zhile closed the car door and did not leave. Only after urging Shu Chengan to leave first did he turn around and look across the street.

She just caught a glimpse of Zhang Yan respectfully following a man into the alley.

Xu Xiujie is still recovering in the hospital. Who is this man?

Could it be that she was right and that someone had carefully planned all these events?

She didn't think too long and just crossed the road and walked towards the alley.