Chapter 133 Zhang Henian...I want to cook
"No." Zhang Hening answered honestly.
I did find out...her father secretly saved a pension fund for her.
And trusts.
Neither Zhang Hexing nor Zhang Henian has one.
Woohoo…
Dad really loves her the most.
But she didn't dare say it in front of her two brothers.
Zhang Hening suddenly thought of another thing and held Jingrong's arm, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"I also found out that my father knelt in the rain and begged for your forgiveness, and even placed an ad in the newspaper looking for you. Is that true?"
Zhang Youqi stood up suddenly.
"Okay, it's getting late. It's time to go to bed. Go back to your rooms and stop hanging around in the living room."
He said, pulling Jingrong into the room.
The pace is faster than ever.
Zhang Hening touched his chin and snorted, "It seems to be true. That's fine. The money was not wasted."
Song Xi was a melon eater the whole time: "The story of the last domineering president was so exciting."
Want to listen, love to listen.
Then, Jing Zhuo held her hand and pulled her up.
"Let's go back to the room and sleep."
Song Xi: "I haven't finished listening yet..."
"I'll tell you when we get back."
…
After going upstairs, Jing Zhuo went to the bathroom to take a shower without saying anything.
Song Xi put the gossip aside for the moment and sat on the carpet to open the gifts.
There are two cards given by the elders, and a jade bracelet given by Jingrong.
The last gift box was a big, heavy box. She took some effort to open it. Inside was a SLR camera and a telephoto lens.
Song Xi recognized the brand and model at a glance.
A lens with a market price of hundreds of thousands of dollars plus a separate host is a luxury in the photography industry.
Jing Zhuo actually bought it secretly and gave it to her?
Does she deserve it?
Crash——
The bathroom door opened, Jing Zhuo came out drying his hair, and just in time saw his wife opening a gift.
"Do you like it?"
Song Xi carefully placed the camera on the bed, fearing that it would be damaged.
For a photographer.
She is calm when she sees a pigeon egg worth tens of millions, but she is overwhelmed when she sees a lens worth hundreds of thousands.
"Zhang Henian, why did you give me such an expensive lens?"
Song Xi explained, "This kind of lens is for photographing birds from a distance or capturing the moments of athletes. It has very high specifications. I can't even use such a good lens to photograph people. How could I possibly deserve it?"
Jing Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to look. Her wet short hair was stuck to her forehead.
“I don’t quite understand what photographers are missing.”
He said: "But someone online recommended this to me, saying that if I bought it for my wife, she would definitely worship me and would always give me a break in our arguments."
Song Xi held his handsome face seriously, his eyes as determined as if he had joined the party.
"I'll give you more than two points."
"From now on, any quarrel will be my fault. You are absolutely not at fault at all!"
"Zhang Henian, I want to worship you. Even if you are old and lying in a wheelchair, I will remember your kindness. When I go out to dance in the square, I will tie you to my waist."
Zhang Henian's mouth twitched: "Just speak, don't curse me like that."
Song Xi blinked, still very excited.
"You don't understand the value of this."
"For a painter, this is like giving her an eraser worth tens of thousands of dollars."
"For dancers, it's like giving them a pair of unique dance shoes."
"For me, this is like..."
Song Xi stared at his face and was stuck.
"What is it equivalent to?" Jing Zhuo asked her with his head down.
"It's like... I want to cook."
Then do it.
…
On the terrace, in a wide rocking chair.
Song Xi breathed slightly, wearing his large silk bathrobe, and sat on his lap facing each other.
The moonlight is bright, it is a waxing moon.
Jing Zhuo lay lazily in the rocking chair, controlling her waist and keeping her balance.
Add a little heat occasionally.
Master the cooking time.
A gust of wind blew, and Song Xi lay in the crook of his neck, whimpering twice, feeling tired.
It was agreed that she would be the head chef.
In the end, he gave it to Jing Zhuo helplessly.
The rocking chair was rocking.
She was trembling.
Before falling asleep, Song Xi suddenly remembered the gossip she was going to hear tonight.
She pinched Jing Zhuo's abdominal muscles and kept asking him questions.
"Why did your mother run with the ball back then?"
Jing Zhuo: "Because they don't have mouths."
“…”
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The next day, Song Xi slept until noon.
After having lunch and seeing off my grandparents, I thought about Zhang Hening leaving for Suzhou tomorrow.
She stayed and played with He Ning for the whole afternoon.
After dinner, I drove back to Millennium Garden with Jing Zhuo.
Auntie was waiting at the door early.
Seeing the couple get out of the car, she looked back into the car and saw that it was empty.
"Where's the cat?" Auntie couldn't help but ask.
Song Xi said, "Guaiguai is at He's house. His good friend the dog missed him, so I let him stay there for a while."
Auntie sighed and said, "Yesterday, when Guaiguai was away, Jianguo jumped onto the doghouse early in the morning and howled at the second-floor window. He howled all morning, and he didn't eat lunch today. Now he's still lying there looking unhappy."
When Song Xi heard this, he went to the backyard to take a look out of curiosity.
When Jianguo saw her, he got up, grinned and wagged his tail at her.
I looked left and right but didn't see anything strange. The big tail drooped down again, and the dog's emo life was visibly evident.
Ah, this...
Did you feel emotional after being beaten?
Song Xi was in a dilemma, but Qiqi also loved to play with Guaiguai, so who should she give Guaiguai to?
Alas, Nervous Cat is still too popular.
She took out the freeze-dried chicken, stood in front of the doghouse, comforted Zhang Jianguo, and gave it something good to eat.
Jianguo ate half of it, then hid in his nest with the freeze-dried food in his mouth and stopped eating.
"It's hiding food for the cat."
Auntie smiled and said, "I know Guaiguai likes to eat freeze-dried food, so he eats half every day and hides the other half, waiting for the cat to come and eat it."
Good job.
So touching.
Song Xi looked at Jing Zhuo beside him and sighed, "Your dog is quite similar to you."
"The man is a good man, and the dog is a good dog. Both are pure in love and long-lasting in affection."
Jing Zhuo put his arm around her shoulders, hooked his wrist, and pinched her cheek.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I was originally complimenting you. A dog follows its master. You must have taught him well."
When Song Xi saw Zhang Jianguo's pitiful appearance, he thought of Jing Zhuo in the past.
She couldn't bear it, so she took out her car keys and thought about driving to pick Guai Guai up.
But Jing Zhuo embraced her.
"Don't bother with that. Just ask someone to bring it over."
"Um?"
Jing Zhuo took out his cell phone and made a call.
Half an hour later, Zhang Hening arrived happily driving an orange supercar.
She not only brought Guaiguai, but also Qiqi.
Millennium Garden was suddenly bustling with activity.
Guaiguai is a good cat, but the two dogs don't get along.
One was tied with a chain, and the other stood three meters away, barking at each other.
Fortunately, the nearby buildings are far apart and there are not many neighbors.
Otherwise it will disturb the people.
Zhang Hening watched with great interest: "Look at Zhang Jianguo's furious look, he really looks like my big brother."
"Brother, when you couldn't get Xibao before, were you also angry like this? Hahaha."
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