Chapter 117 The Transparent Little Girl in the Art Troupe VS the Abstinence Army Commander 7



Chapter 117 The Transparent Little Girl in the Art Troupe VS the Abstinence Army Commander 7

"Jiang Shiyan, I'm here. What's wrong with you?" Zhizhi didn't pull her hand back. Instead, she used her other hand to wipe the sweat off Jiang Shiyan's forehead with a handkerchief.

"Captain, are you sick?" Xiao Li was still not in the right state.

"Shut up!"

"Don't ask!"

Zhizhi and Jiang Shiyan spoke at the same time in perfect tacit understanding.

But the scene where they should have smiled at each other did not happen. Instead, both of them looked away awkwardly.

During the rest of the journey, Zhizhi could always feel Jiang Shiyan secretly looking at her. But as soon as his eyes met hers, he would immediately look away as if nothing had happened.

After repeating this several times, Zhizhi simply pretended that he didn't exist and fell asleep peacefully.

Jiang Shiyan didn't know what was wrong with him. He originally didn't intend to care about Zhizhi's affairs. But when he thought of Zhizhi's beautiful figure and pale face, he couldn't help but feel sympathy.

Or maybe it could be said that his heart was already moved when he first met Zhizhi, but he had no experience and didn't know what it felt like to be moved.

It was already five days later when we arrived in Beijing. Although Jiang Shiyan was concerned about Zhizhi and got off the bus to rest for two nights, it was inconvenient to wash on the road, and Zhizhi was not in the mood.

As soon as she settled down, Zhizhi couldn't wait to take a hot bath. Because she left in a hurry, Zhizhi only packed her ID and a few clothes.

When Zhizhi came out of the shower, he realized that there were too many things missing.

"Paopao, can I exchange money for this era?" Zhizhi looked through her small piggy bank and found that it was really stretched to the limit.

"Zhizhi, this won't work! Even if this disrupts world stability, every penny of the country's money is recorded, and we can't just take it out for no reason!" Although Paopao unconditionally supports Zhizhi, he will still explain the principles to Zhizhi.

"I understand! It seems I have to work hard to make money!" Zhizhi was just asking tentatively, and he was not disappointed when she got no answer.

"Zhizhi, open the door." There was a knock on the door, and Jiang Shiyan was waiting at the door carrying a lot of bags.

Zhizhi was wearing long sleeves and long pants, wrapping herself tightly, and then opened the door.

"Brother Shi Yan, you're here!" Zhizhi had her slightly wet long hair and wet eyes, which made her look particularly pitiful.

Jiang Shiyan's eyes flickered slightly. Although nothing could be seen on the surface, he was actually uneasy inside.

He always felt that every time he saw Zhizhi, he couldn't take his eyes off her. If it weren't for his upbringing, he would have been reckless with Zhizhi from the beginning.

"I bought some things for you, including clothes and food. Stay here for the next few days and don't run around to avoid danger. Don't worry about your work in the art troupe, I will arrange it for you!" Jiang Shiyan took out all the things he bought in one go.

There are daily necessities, shirts, trousers, small leather shoes, as well as beautiful pearl hairpins and small handbags. You can tell at a glance that they are carefully made.

"Brother Shiyan, you bought so many things. Logically, I should give you money, but I can't come up with so much money right now. But don't worry, just consider it as a loan from you. I'll pay you back when I get my salary." Zhizhi didn't pretend to refuse, but made a very solemn promise to Jiang Shiyan.

"Zhizhi, I told you, what is given to you is yours, and you don't have to pay it back." Jiang Shiyan felt uncomfortable that Zhizhi separated them so clearly, but he didn't know what to say.

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