Chapter 43: The stupid and squeamish little “stepmother” vs. the scheming step-son (14)

Zhu Huayan was suddenly frightened and took half a step back. After guessing that Jiang Weiche was back, he hurriedly closed the computer and returned to the sofa to sit down.

But there was no time to hide the expression on his face.

"Hua Yan, you're here."

As soon as Jiang Weiche opened the door, he saw Zhu Huayan sitting upright, with a straight body and a guilty look.

Um?

Jiang Weiche was a little confused, went to sit on the sofa next to Zhu Huayan, and asked:

"Why did you think of coming to the company to deliver food to me? I was a little surprised when I received your call."

The handsome young man's face was full of fatigue from overwork, but when he mentioned Zhu Huayan's initiative to deliver food, the corners of his mouth suddenly opened up, like the scorching sun in July that was too bright.

Zhu Huayan was dazzled by such a smile, lowered her eyes slightly, and the idea in her heart became clearer.

"Hua Yan? Hua Yan?"

The guilty person became even more guilty. He didn't even answer Jiang Weiche's words. He was called several times before he came back to his senses.

"ah."

Zhu Huayan responded, then suddenly froze and couldn't help exclaiming:

"What did you call me?"

In the past, calling her "little stepmother" was a bit unworthy of the name, and was meant to be a joke among rebellious young people. At least it also meant that she recognized her father's girlfriend status.

What's going on now? Not only do we call him by his first name, but he also removes his last name and calls us so intimately.

"Hua Yan, should I call you Yan Yan? Xiao Yan? Your relationship with him hasn't reached that level yet. It's not appropriate to call you stepmother. You are younger than me, so I can't call you aunt."

Jiang Weiche had a faint smile on his face, with a somewhat unclear meaning.

He just looked around the office while he was in a daze and found that the computer on the table had been moved. Thinking of his occasional tired indulgence, he probably understood the reason for Zhu Huayan's strange expression.

What should you do if you are exposed?

Various plans flashed through his mind one by one, and the man's dark pupils became darker.

Zhu Huayan shuddered suddenly and felt a little timid in her heart.

"It's up to you. Anyway, just don't call me Xiaoyan or Yanyan. It's disgusting. Also, it was Aunt Li who asked me to bring you lunch. She said that you have been so busy recently that you have no time to eat and you are all haggard. .Aunt Li cares about you very much."

"What about you? Do you care about me? If you find that I become thin and haggard, will you come to me?"

Jiang Weiche's eyes were blazing, and one question after another was about to pour out the master's thoughts.

Very good, confirmed, he definitely has wrong delusions about himself. In this case, Zhiting's accident... there was another reason for him to take action.

Almost instantly, Zhu Huayan's eyes changed, from disbelief to deep suspicion.

Although at Zhiting's funeral not long ago, the two of them were still pitiful people with the same illness.

At this moment, Zhu Huayan couldn't help but complain a little about him.

Maybe she wanted to go back and investigate the truth of the matter, or maybe she was afraid that she couldn't hide the expression on her face. Zhu Huayan didn't want to waste any more time here.

She stood up, said goodbye in a hurry and left.

"I've delivered the soup. If nothing happens, I'll leave first. I have something to do at school. Goodbye."

She left in a hurry, changing from an imperceptible brisk walk to a trot.

Jiang Weiche didn't even have time to get up and see her off before he walked out of the corner and entered the elevator.

"Zhao Yan, find someone to accompany Hua Yan for a while."

Jiang Weiche was sitting at his desk, his knuckled hands stroking the hair of the woman on the computer screen, his eyes lingering.