Chapter 66 Okay, then you should stop doing that in the future

"Zhizhi won't kick me." Shu Cheng'an said with a sigh.

"I decided to do this because I really had no other choice. If I delay any further, Zhizhi will always be in danger."

"It's not a solution to keep doing this. We need to get rid of this cancer as soon as possible so that we can feel at ease."

Zhou Jihuai sneered: "Don't say that. The main reason is that your bureau is not capable enough, especially you, the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation."

Shu Chengan nodded and picked up the car key: "Brother Huai, I'll leave Zhizhi to you tomorrow morning. Let's meet at 8:30."

In front of the school dormitory building, Zhang Nian watched Wen Zhile and her uncle leave one after another, standing there without moving.

"Zhang Nian, are you waiting for someone?" A classmate from the Chinese Department who had just returned from study asked her.

Zhang Nian nodded randomly, and waited for the girl to go back after entering the building.

Why does Wen Zhile's uncle look so familiar? It's as if I've seen him somewhere before.

She was puzzled and still couldn't remember it after returning to the dormitory on the third floor.

Wen Zhile came back after washing up and glanced at her. Seeing that she was deep in thought, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The sun rose from the west, and Zhang Nian was actually thinking seriously in front of the mirror.

There was a box of butterfly cookies on the edge of her desk, and no one touched it.

Zhang Nian wanted to save face, so she said that she had not touched the box since she returned it to Wen Zhile. Ma Xinxin and Li Fangfei had already sent their own box back to their hometown along with part of the check from the school subsidy.

As for Zhang Nian's box, although Wen Zhile told them to share it between the two of them, neither of them dared to be the first to eat it.

Ever since they arrived, they felt that their dress and conversation were not as good as those of the two city girls, Wen Zhile and Zhang Nian. They always felt inferior and timid when facing them.

So nearly half a month has passed, and the butterfly cakes are still placed safely on the table.

It's so hot, it should have gone bad long ago.

Wen Zhile didn't care. If it was broken, it was broken. Once something was given away, it was no longer hers. She didn't feel bad about it.

As time went by, the thin soft box began to emit the moldy smell of spoiled snacks.

Wen Zhile went to bed and prepared to sleep. Ma Xinxin hurriedly said, "Zhile, this box of butterfly cakes seems to be broken. What do you think we should do with it?"

Compared to Zhang Nian, who likes to show her superiority, Wen Zhile is more friendly, so Ma Xinxin asked her first.

Wen Zhile turned over and closed his eyes, saying lazily, "Throw it in the trash bag next to my desk. I'll take it out and throw it away tomorrow morning."

Zhang Nian pouted, picked up her toothbrush and went out.

There were no outsiders here, and Wen Zhile's voice and tone were still so gentle, like a spoiled young lady.

Why are you pretending? She doesn't believe that some people are born like this.

When I came back from washing up, Wen Zhile had already fallen asleep. Li Fangfei and Ma Xinxin were also preparing to go to bed. Tomorrow was the National Day holiday, a total of three days. They both found a part-time job and needed to get up early to go to work.

The dormitory was very quiet. Zhang Nian rolled his eyes, gently locked the door, and turned off the lights.

Everyone goes to bed so early. Can going to bed so early help you become whiter or more beautiful?

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Wen Zhile doesn't like watches because they hurt her wrist, so she has never thought about buying one.

Shu Cheng'an once gave her an alarm clock in the shape of a fairy tale castle. Wen Zhile took it back to the dormitory so that she could check the time.

She woke up in the morning according to her biological clock, reached out to her pillow to feel for the alarm clock, picked it up and looked at it.

Six fifty in the morning.

It's still early.

She threw back the quilt, got out of bed in her nightgown and looked for clothes.

Zhang Nian saw her while still half asleep, and he couldn't help but wake up a little.

When did Wen Zhile buy this nightgown?

The white cotton looks very soft, the sleeves are like bubbles, and the hem has lace.

It obviously looks loose and doesn't even have a belt, so why does it look like a little princess when she wears it?

Zhang Nian was so angry that she almost jumped up.

They haven't spoken much since she asked Wen Zhile about her relationship with Captain Zhou but failed.

Zhang Nian clenched his fists and sat up from the bed two minutes later: "Zhi Le, are you still angry with me?"

Wen Zhile: “Yes.”

She took out a light yellow cotton shirt and a denim knee-length skirt from her soft leather suitcase and put them on the back of the chair, and then took out a summer sports suit.

Zhang Nian paused and continued, "Don't be angry. I won't ask you again, Captain Zhou, is that okay?"

"Okay, then you should do it less in the future."

"..." Zhang Nian gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Your nightgown is so beautiful, where did you buy it?"

Wen Zhile suddenly realized why she had suddenly given in, pulled open the small curtain hanging on the bed, and got into bed with the sportswear in hand: "My grandma bought it in the Huzhou Commercial Building."

"Shanghai?" Zhang Nian looked annoyed and muttered, "Why didn't I see it?"

"how much?"

Wen Zhile: “I don’t know.”

She changed her clothes quickly and it was exactly seven o'clock.

The little girl went out to wash up, came back, put on some skin care products and was about to go out.

Zhang Nian hurriedly asked, "You're going to go running today even though you have a day off?"

Wen Zhile smiled at her: "Of course, why else do you think I'm so thin?"

She runs to exercise her body. A healthy body will give her a good complexion, and it has nothing to do with being thin or not.

But what Zhang Nian cared about most was weight, and he was really excited after hearing that.

Normally she felt tired when walking, but now as soon as Wen Zhile left, she got out of bed, rummaged through her clothes, and wanted to go for a run.

When I arrived at the playground, I saw Wen Zhile and a fair-skinned, beautiful and stylish woman running side by side.

Zhang Nian followed them not too far behind, and after running ten meters, he remembered, isn't that Wen Zhile's mother?

Why did her mother come to the Beijing University playground to run? What is her identity? How did she get in?