Zhimian's face was hot.

Yu Ling just smiled, "I know that Xiao Duan loves her sister. During the Chinese New Year before, I remember Xiao Jiu was following Xiao Duan, and Xiao Duan was very protective of her."

Zhimian remembered that she had just been taken home by Duan Zhuo for half a year during the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school. During the Chinese New Year, he also took her with her.

She was shy and timid throughout the whole process, and she only dared to follow Duan Zhuo obediently. At the dinner table, she lowered her head to eat vegetables. Duan Zhuo picked up one dish after another for her. Others even joked that Zhimian was petty and said a few words. Duan Zhuo had a cold face and helped her get back.

Later, a relative joked in front of Zhuang Jiarong that Duan Zhuo was particularly protective of his shortcomings.

Zhimian likes him, that's what he is like.

Zhuang Jiarong listened to Yu Ling's words and just smiled. He wanted to say that Duan Zhuo's love for Zhimian was no longer due to his sister. He just considered that Zhimian was present, so he did not continue the topic.

Hang Yibai next to him looked at the girl opposite him, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Zhuang Jiarong immediately asked about Zhimian’s work. After she talked about her recent situation, Zhuang Jiarong praised: “Xiao Jiu can indeed be alone now, and she will definitely become a famous cartoonist in the future.”

Yu Ling asked: "Which school does Xiaojiu go to college?"

“C-large.”

"That's very amazing, Yibai is at F University." The liberal arts of C University is better than F University, and F University is stronger in science. Yu Ling asked: "Do you plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Zhimian shook his head, Yu Ling: "It's hard to find a job now. The bachelor's degree is already full of people, so I must study for a master's degree. For example, we, Yibai, said that we will be a postdoctoral fellow in the future."

Zhuang Jiarong smiled: "Everyone has their own ambitions. Xiaojiu wants to take the path of painting. Now she is working, which is pretty good."

Yu Ling didn't say anything more.

Zhimian chatted with Zhuang Jiarong for half an hour, and at the end he said to her: "Xiaojiu, I'm going to stay for dinner tonight."

She thought for a while and nodded.

"Then I'll go upstairs and see Duan Zhuo?"

Zhuang Jiarong smiled even deeper, "Go quickly and go quickly."

During the Zhimian, Zhuang Jiarong seemed to have seen through her current relationship with Duan Zhuo. She left the tea room in embarrassment and walked to the door. She thought of something and said to the servant: "Auntie, can you cook some white porridge? Duan Zhuo will ask you to drink some porridge later."

"I cooked porridge at noon, so I'll heat it up."

Zhimian walked upstairs, gently opened the door, and walked in, and found Duan Zhuo was already asleep on the bed.

She picked up the towel, changed it for him, and then put it on his forehead again.

After finishing, she walked out of the room gently.

Back downstairs, she walked to the tea room, but saw that the few people inside were gone. The servant said that they were going to the back garden to walk. Zhimian walked away in confusion. He saw Zhuang Jiarong standing in front of the flowerbed in the back garden with only Yu Ling standing beside him.

She thought they were talking about business and turned around and was about to leave. When she heard Zhuang Jiarong's voice sound: "I'll tell you the truth, Xiaojiu is the girl in Xiao Duan's heart."

Zhimian was stunned.

Yu Ling: "Xiaojiu? Are they not brothers and sisters?"

"Oh, the two have been in love for a few years, but now they are separated. But Xiao Duan has decided on her in this life, so you have to introduce him to a partner, save money quickly, and make him unhappy later."

"Cousin, Xiaojiu is adopted by you? Will it be a bad thing for a girl with such a status to marry into her family in the future... What if outsiders say that? And that child is still fatherless and motherless. Xiao Duan is so outstanding, I think..."

"Yu Ling, I'm not happy if you say this again."

Zhuang Jiarong turned cold.

"cousin……"

"With our family's status, there is no need for any power in the female family. As long as the brat likes it, I will rely on everything."

Zhuang Jiarong was extremely addicted to Duan Zhuo, "And Xiao Duan likes her, she has never considered these things. I also know Xiao Jiu, she is such a good child..."

Zhimian finally turned around and walked back into the room.

Zhuang Jiarong's words echoed in her mind, and her heart pool was stirred up.

Inexplicably, my eyes were a little warm.

She blinked her eyelashes and happened to see the servant walking towards her with a plate, "Miss Zhi, the porridge is already hot."

"Thanks."

Zhimian stayed downstairs for a while, and when the time was almost over, he walked upstairs with a plate.

She walked into his room again.

After helping him change the towel again, she sat by the bed and looked down at his face.

The man has fluent facial features, thin lips and straight nose, black hair and brows, and a very shallow scar on the face under the right ear, half-light and half-dark under the light.

A lot of things appeared in her mind, from the past to the present, and finally remembered the conversation she had just heard.

What Yu Ling said was something she was afraid of hearing before.

She felt that her identity and status were not worthy of standing next to Duan Zhuo, who was so dazzling. She was even afraid that Duan Zhuo would think of her like this.

However, was it that she had actually been firmly chosen by Duan Zhuo in a place she didn't know?

Zhimian looked at him, and suddenly felt his hand being held. The man closed his eyes and smiled and said, "If you look at me again, I will pretend to be sleepy."

Zhimian was stunned, "You..."

He opened his eyes, "While I had a fever, I started to look at me openly?"

Zhimian was embarrassed by his narcissistic appearance, "You're thinking too much, I'm just dazed."

She stood up, but her hands were firmly held. As soon as he pulled her, she lay on his chest.

The man raised his hand and hugged her in his arms.

"Duan Zhuo!"

"I haven't seen each other for a week, just let me hug you, okay?"

Zhimian suddenly couldn't speak and didn't push him away. She rubbed her hair gently, and couldn't see his face. Only his gentle voice fell down: "Have you missed me this week?"

Her voice was muffled: "No."

He chuckled.

After a long time, he spoke and his voice was hoarse: "I miss you very much."

From separation a year ago to now, he misses her every day.

Zhimian's heart rippled. A few seconds later, her chin was raised. She met his close gaze, and his pupils were stained with the orange light of the bedside lamp.

"Zhimian--"

He stared at her.
Chapter completed!