Du Jiaming couldn't understand why the relationship that was so good in the previous life changed in this life?
Or is it that their destiny has not yet arrived and he is too impatient?
Qiao Wenwan also saw Du Jiaming, feeling aggrieved and a little scared.
"Brother Jiaming, you don't know. Wanwan said a lot of bad things about me in front of her. Wu Xiaoyu didn't believe me at all. She even said she would rather starve to death than take my food."
Now that things have come to this, I guess Brother Jiaming won’t ask her to deliver things anymore.
Du Jiaming frowned even more tightly. If this was true, then it wasn't just a matter of fate.
But just like when Jiang Wanwan married Lu Xiao, something unexpected happened.
He didn't know how these changes happened, and the most important thing now was to solve the problem.
If she can't do it, then he will do it himself.
Having lived a lifetime, he understands best the importance of seizing opportunities for people, and he doesn't want to miss any opportunity.
"Let's take the food back first."
Qiao Wenwan was delighted and was about to hand over the bag of food when she saw Du Jiaming had turned around.
Suddenly, the face that hadn't even smiled yet froze there.
Although the bag of food was not much, it still weighed about twenty or thirty pounds. She was exhausted after carrying it to the cowshed and back.
Seeing that the people behind him hadn't caught up, Du Jiaming added without turning his head, "Why are you still standing there? It's getting late, it's time to make dinner."
Qiao Wenwan: "..."
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Jiang Wanwan spent half a day at home picking chestnuts and made some chestnut cakes.
When it got dark, I thought of Wu Xiaoyu whom I met in the morning. The winter here is still very cold. The reed fluff looks fluffy, but it is actually not warm at all. No wonder Professor Wu is in such poor health.
There was still a lot of cotton left from the quilt that had been taken apart to make Lu Xiao's cotton-padded clothes. There was no use keeping this cotton in the two-bedroom apartment, so Jiang Wanwan put it directly into a bag and went to the cowshed.
Wu Xiaoyu and her father were having dinner when they heard a knock on the door. They thought Qiao Wenwan had come again and went to open the door with a bad look on their faces.
"I'm talking to you, comrade... Wanwan, why is it you?"
Halfway through his words, his face suddenly showed surprise.
"If it's not me, there's someone else?"
Judging from the first half of her sentence, it was obvious that she was talking to someone else.
"That's the educated young man Qiao."
Wu Xiaoyu did not hide it and told Jiang Wanwan about Qiao Wenwan coming to deliver food to their family and what happened before.
"I don't know what's wrong with her. She can't avoid us even when others are trying to avoid her," she just moved closer and showed her courtesy for no reason.
Jiang Wanwan lifted the bag in her hand and smiled awkwardly, "I saw you picking reed fluff this morning, and I happened to have some old cotton at home, so I brought it to you. Should I turn around and leave now?"
Wu Xiaoyu had already seen a bag next to Jiang Wanwan, but she didn't expect it to be filled with cotton.
Touched and a little amused, he took the bag from her without hesitation and said, "Now that you have it, don't even think about taking it back. Now you have no choice but to give it to me."
She was worrying about how to get through the winter. She thought it was OK for her because she was young and could just endure it. But her father's health was getting worse every year. He would fall seriously ill every time he caught a cold.
I really can't stand this kind of torture anymore.
Jiang Wanwan's cotton was like timely help.
"Wanwan, I really don't know how to thank you. You are truly my benefactor and my benefactor."
"Okay, why are you being so sentimental? These cottons are all old cotton. I don't need them at home and they take up space, so I brought them to you. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind, I don't mind," Wu Xiaoyu shook her head repeatedly.
The things were delivered, and Jiang Wanwan was afraid of walking at night, so she hurried home.
Only then did Wu Xiaoyu walk into the house with a bag of cotton, looking very excited.
"Dad, look what this is? Wanwan gave us this much cotton."
The two people were talking at the door. Professor Wu had already heard them and was joking with his daughter with a smile.
"You, girl, you also secretly sent us things. Why is it that the educated youth surnamed Qiao has bad intentions, and the educated youth surnamed Jiang is your benefactor?"
"Needless to say? Whether it's medicine or cotton, Jiang Zhiqing has always been there to help when needed. Look at what Qiao Zhiqing is taking, and her tone. It feels like she's giving me charity. I don't want her."
Professor Wu's eyes held an admiring smile, but he deliberately asked, "How can it be considered charity? And her tone sounded quite sincere to me. On the contrary, why did Jiang Zhiqing sound a bit disgusted?"
Wu Xiaoyu looked at her father angrily, pouting unhappily. "Dad, you did that on purpose, didn't you? Is Jiang Zhiqing disgusted? She's afraid I won't accept it, so she's saying that on purpose. She means well, but she doesn't want me to think she's being kind, afraid I'll feel a psychological burden. Look at Qiao Zhiqing again, her intentions are so obvious. I'd be a fool to fall for her trick."
Professor Wu laughed and touched his daughter's head lovingly. "After all her ups and downs, my daughter has finally grown up and can now distinguish right from wrong."
His daughter had been protected too well by him in the past, and she had suffered a lot, but fortunately she is growing up slowly now.
Wu Xiaoyu realized that his father was doing this on purpose, so he calmed down. "Of course, I've seen all kinds of people over the years, and I've become smarter. By the way, Dad, there's a lot of cotton here. Let me take out the reed fluff from your quilt to prevent you from coughing."
Jiang Wanwan had no idea that the father and daughter had been talking about her. When she returned home, the whole yard was dark.
In the past, when Lu Xiao was at home, no matter whether there were lights on or not, he always felt that this little home was very warm.
Now I just feel deserted and even a little lonely.
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