Chapter 51 As if he was sick

There is only one person around Wen Zhile who can afford to buy a courtyard house on the street: "Grandma."

She would have given up if she hadn't thought of it, but since she had already thought of ways to make money, she had to take action.

"This money must go into our own pockets."

【I wish you good fortune. 】

"Thank you~"

Dudududu——

Wen Zhile got out of bed and sat at the desk for a while. He heard someone knocking on the door and asked, "Is Wen Zhile here? Someone is looking for you downstairs!"

She stood up to open the door and vaguely heard Zhang Nian's voice: "Teacher, who's looking for Wen Zhile?"

"Are you classmate Wen? You are so pretty."

Zhang Nian stroked her hair proudly: "Thank you."

Wen Zhile opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a plump middle-aged woman, the dormitory manager of this building.

The dormitory manager looked over subconsciously, and was stunned like all strangers who saw Wen Zhile for the first time. Then he looked at Zhang Nian and said, "Student Wen, please come down with me. There are people waiting downstairs."

Zhang Nian pointed at Wen Zhile: "I'm not Wen Zhile, she is."

The dormitory manager rolled his eyes at her speechlessly and said, "Why didn't you interrupt?"

"Student Wen," the dormitory manager smiled brilliantly, "your uncle is looking for you."

Wen Zhile raised his eyebrows slightly.

His father is an only child, so she doesn't have any uncles.

"Okay, thank you, teacher. I'll be right down."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. I just said it casually. It's getting cold outside tonight. Wen, please put on a coat before you go downstairs. Don't get cold."

She was so polite that she could even be called flattering.

Wen Zhile agreed with a smile, went back to the dormitory, got a thin blanket and put it on his shoulders.

When she went out, she saw the dormitory manager still standing outside, apparently waiting for her.

Zhang Nian lingered back to the dormitory, without closing the door, and looked outside intentionally or unintentionally.

After they came downstairs, he walked quickly to the window.

The window of dormitory 303 faces the main entrance of the dormitory building.

Wen Zhile went downstairs with the attentive company of the dormitory manager. When he saw the person standing outside the building, he immediately understood the dormitory manager's strange attitude.

"Student Wen, your uncle is right there."

Wen Zhile thanked him and walked over.

The person who was looking for her was the president of Jingzhou University. They had no connection, so why was he looking for her?

"Hello, I'm Wen Zhile, what can I do for you?" She shouldn't have known the principal in this life.

Guo Liren adjusted his glasses, introduced himself with a smile, and then said, "Student Xiao Wen, I was asked to come here by someone."

He took out a brick cell phone from his briefcase and handed it to Wen Zhile: "Ji Huai wants to talk to you. You two can chat slowly."

Wen Zhile was slightly stunned.

She put the "brick" to her ear, and Guo Liren smiled and took a few steps back.

"elder brother?"

"It's me."

The man's familiar calm voice came out, and after a second he slowly said, "I haven't seen you for so many days, and I finally hear your voice."

There was an inexplicable sorrow in these words. Wen Zhile was slow to react and blinked: "Brother, what do you want from me?"

Zhou Jihuai sat on the hospital bed and looked out the dark window: "What do you want to eat tomorrow? Tell me the menu."

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you the names of the dishes."

Wen Zhile looked at Principal Guo who was not far away, thought for a moment and replied: "Brother, please help me order. Principal Guo is still waiting. It's not appropriate for us to chat for too long."

"It's okay, he's one of us."

Wen Zhile was puzzled.

Zhou Jihuai opened the dish and said casually, "He is my uncle."

"He and my mom had a big fight a few years ago and they stopped talking to each other out of spite, but I still keep in touch with him."

Wen Zhile was a little surprised.

She knew nothing about this in her previous life.

But that's normal, she never cared about the Zhou family's affairs.

"That's not appropriate." He is Zhou Jihuai's uncle, not her uncle. She can't let him wait too long.

"Okay, I'll give you some."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Wen Zhile was confused by the question and asked subconsciously: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Jihuai: “…”

He asked this as if he was sick.

He is indeed sick.

Zhou Jihuai fanned himself with the menu and thought in a self-destructive manner: I might as well just go for it.

"Brother," Wen Zhile asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

Zhou Jihuai reached out, picked up the cup and put it to his mouth.

Wen Zhile heard the sound of gulping water coming from the microphone and was a little confused for a moment.

"I will be discharged from the hospital in a week," Zhou Jihuai rubbed his brow and spoke again, "You have to thank my uncle for his help tonight. After I am discharged from the hospital, I will go to the school to thank him in person and bring you some snacks."

Wen Zhile: "Okay."

"What do you want to eat? Besides soda."

"Then...Yuzu!"