Chapter 224 Eight Months

"Mom and Dad said that because they are beautiful, the stars are beautiful too."

"Xingxing also wants Brother Kele and Sister Xiangxiang's little brothers and sisters to be as pretty as Xingxing."

Zhou Jihuai: “…”

I couldn't suppress the corners of my mouth.

The child held the cup and drank some water.

"Brother Kele, is Sister Xiangxiang pretty?"

"pretty."

The child turned around and looked at Wen Zhile: "Sister Xiangxiang, Brother Kele said uuuuu."

Zhou Jihuai quickly covered his mouth. Wen Zhile blinked: "What did you say?"

The man calmly replied: "He said he should drink less Coke."

"It's nothing. He came to you to complain."

Wen Zhile pinched the child's chubby face.

"You really should drink less Coke. Your brother Zhou is right."

Yu Jiamu laughed out loud.

He didn't know how many times he had heard his little cousin say that he wanted his good brothers and sisters to be together and give him a beautiful brother or sister.

Seeing Zhou Jihuai's slightly red ears, he knew that it must be Qin Xingyao who said this.

Zhou Jihuai glanced at him.

Yu Jiamu smiled and raised his glass: "When will Brother Huai return to the Northwest?"

Wen Zhile pricked up his ears.

"afternoon."

He came back on a whim and couldn't stay long.

Wen Zhile felt a little lost.

After dinner, the group separated at the gate of Wangjing Pavilion. She and Zhou Jihuai were in the same car.

"The Cola brother that Xingxing has been talking about turns out to be you."

Zhou Jihuai started the car.

"Do you still remember Mr. Qin whom we met in Wangjing Pavilion before?"

"Remember." said the old man, who was followed by his secretary and guards.

"Mr. Qin is Xingxing's grandfather."

Wen Zhile was surprised.

She thought Uncle Qin's family was well off, but she didn't expect it to be this good.

"So that's how it is. Earlier in Taiwan, Zhao Weiguo behaved so strangely after meeting Uncle Qin that he was transferred away soon after."

"Then it should be Uncle Qin who helped him get transferred."

"I don't know. He never mentioned it. I'll have to thank him someday."

Zhou Jihuai smiled and said, "It could also be Xingxing's help."

"Uncle Qin has a bad relationship with his family because of his scriptwriting and filming, but Xingxing often goes home."

"He might ask Xingxing to complain to Grandpa."

"No wonder Uncle Qin never mentioned his home." Wen Zhile finished speaking and asked him, "What time are you leaving? Where will the helicopter pick you up?"

"I'll take you home and leave."

“So fast.”

Zhou Jihuai looked at her, his eyes gentle, "It can be later."

Wen Zhile pursed her lips and looked out the car window.

At noon, there were few pedestrians outside, with only a few bicycles passing by.

The young couple carried each other with smiles on their faces.

Wen Zhile turned her head away: "I'm on summer vacation, it's more than a month."

"I think the Northwest is quite interesting. I want to live there in a few days."

Zhou Jihuai was slightly stunned.

"It's hot in the northwest, and I don't have my own house there. It was miserable living there."

Wen Zhile listened but said nothing.

The car turned a corner, Zhou Jihuai took the steering wheel and asked in a gentle voice:

"Do you have the key to Xiangshan Road with you?"

Wen Zhile: "In the schoolbag."

"It has air conditioning and is close to the TV station. It's hot during your one-month summer vacation, so you can stay there after get off work."

He has a nice voice, deep and magnetic.

He spoke slowly and very gently.

Wen Zhile lowered his eyes.

In the past she might have gone along with it.

But maybe it’s because we’ve gotten used to it after spending the past two months in Suzhou.

When we suddenly separated, I felt particularly depressed.

It would take at least another eight months for him to be transferred out of the Northwest, which is too long.

Without the excuse of helping, she seemed to have neither the ability nor the time to stay in the Northwest for a long time.

The car stopped downstairs of the Beijing family's courtyard. Zhou Jihuai unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Wen Zhile, who had been quiet all the way.

"Zhizhi?"

He called her softly.

"Home."

Wen Zhile turned her face to the other side.

Zhou Jihuai sighed softly and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke: "I can't bear to leave you either."

"But the conditions in the northwest are not as good as those in Jingzhou. Living alone there is not only uncomfortable, but also unsafe."

"The conditions in the military housing there are average, you..."

Wen Zhile turned his head.

Zhou Jihuai's voice paused.

"Why are you crying?"

He frantically looked for tissues, but there were none in the car, so he had to wipe her tears with his fingers.

Fingers with a thin silk band fell on my face, so gently that I could hardly feel it, as if I were handling a treasure.

Wen Zhile felt even worse.

Tears fell one by one, not much, but it was really heartbreaking.

Zhou Jihuai was almost ready to compromise.