Chapter 96 What time do you want me to reply?

After thinking for two minutes, Zhou Jihuai stood up and stepped aside.

He put the safflower oil on the bedside table, went out to find a thin quilt and brought it in to cover Wen Zhile.

November is coming soon, and there are signs of a drop in temperature recently. It will be uncomfortable if we get cold.

After covering the girl with the quilt, he glanced at the little girl a few times before turning around and walking out.

The house is usually cleaned by someone arranged by his parents. He doesn't live here often, so he is not much more familiar with it than Zhizhi.

Zhou Jihuai took a general look around and then went into the bathroom to put away the daily necessities he had just bought. After that, he went to the study to find a notebook and a pen, and went to the living room to write a mission report on the tea table.

An hour later, Zhou Jihuai stopped writing.

He was completely focused when writing the report, and as soon as he finished, his thoughts turned to Wen Zhile.

As soon as he thought about how someone had strangled her with dirty hands and threatened her life when he was not around, all his rationality and calmness instantly gave way to anger.

Zhou Jihuai has always been protective of his own people and can't stand seeing them being wronged. After lowering his eyes for a moment, he left a note and went out alone.

Wen Zhile slept extremely deeply this time and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up.

She woke up for a while before walking out of the bedroom, and then she heard a familiar and pleasant voice asking, "Are you hungry? Come and sit down, I'll serve you food."

Wen Zhile looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhou Jihuai put down the book he was reading to kill time, got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.

He was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a neat military uniform, with sword-like brows and deep eyes. It was obviously not the first day they knew each other, but in Wen Zhile's eyes at this moment, he was taller than ever before.

Her eyes suddenly felt sore and she blinked hard, then followed closely.

Zhou Jihuai poured the beef bone soup that was warming in the rice cooker into an oversized bowl and turned off the other rice cooker.

"Brother, give it to me." A quieter voice than usual came into his ears. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and passed them over, "You take the bowl and chopsticks, and I'll take the heavy ones."

"I bought some new towels, toothpaste and toothbrushes and put them in the bathroom. Feel free to use them."

Wen Zhile nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

She ran into the restaurant to put down her dishes, then ran into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she came out, Zhou Jihuai had already served the rice.

The aroma of boiling rice and delicious soup filled the restaurant.

Wen Zhile walked over quickly: "Brother, your cooking skills are amazing!"

The man curled his lips slightly: "I was trained in the military academy. Drink some soup first."

The beef bone soup was made with wolfberry and diced white radish. The soup was fresh and the meat was tender without any fishy smell.

Wen Zhile drank half a bowl of rice in one breath before starting to eat it.

Zhou Jihuai often ate with her. Knowing that she had a small appetite, he only gave her a small bowl of rice. Wen Zhile chewed slowly for half an hour and felt full after finishing it all.

Zhou Jihuai didn't eat much himself and just put beef in her bowl.

Seeing that she was full, he put down his chopsticks and cleared the table.

"Your cousin will explain to your parents, so don't worry about being exposed."

"I bought you lozenges and topical medicine. You need to apply the topical medicine three times a day, and take the lozenges when your throat hurts. A maximum of five tablets a day."

"The school has asked for two days off for you. If you are willing, you can continue to stay here tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I will live in the military unit."

Today is Friday and the school is closed on Sunday, so there are three days of vacation in total. These three days are enough for her voice to recover.

Wen Zhile helped him clean up the table and followed him to the kitchen: "Brother, when will you return to the army?"

"Finish washing the dishes." Zhou Jihuai glanced at her figure and turned on the faucet.

Wen Zhile's smile froze slightly, and he looked reluctant to leave.

In the quiet afternoon, the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding and the sound of water can be heard.

"You can also go after dinner." Zhou Jihuai turned to look at her, and the next sentence came out: "What time do you want me to come back?"