Originally, Li Zhihan had been complaining that she was hungry for a long time, so she thought she would eat a lot after struggling all night. However, Li Zhihan only took two bites out of the two plates of meat. Then he ate some vegetables and stuff, then felt his stomach and said he was full. In the end, it was Zhang Ziqing who picked up the rest of the mess.
Coupled with the fact that Li Zhihan was eating one uncle at a time, Zhang Ziqing was in a trance, feeling as if he was eating with Su Ran.
But there are still some differences between the two of them. Li Zhihan was like a little girl curiously asking this and that, making some childish remarks of his own.
Although Su Ran is much younger than Li Zhihan, she has experienced more with Zhang Ziqing, so psychologically, she is still more mature than Li Zhihan and does not have too many childish problems.
"Sure enough, I started to feel sleepy after eating. I even wondered if I was a pig in my previous life." Li Zhihan stretched and yawned again.
"It's been a tiring day, so it's inevitable." Zhang Ziqing stood up, turned off the induction cooker, and began to clear away the leftovers and dishes on the table.
Li Zhihan sat back on the bed again, watched Zhang Ziqing slowly put away the tableware, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Uncle, has anyone ever said that you feel like a husband?"
"Husband feeling?" Zhang Ziqing was stunned, "What is this?"
"It's the kind of feeling that is very suitable for being a househusband. A girl works hard for her career outside. When she comes home from get off work after a tiring day, her boyfriend has already prepared the food and is waiting for her to eat.
After eating, I don’t have to clean up the dishes myself. I can go directly to wash up and go to bed, and then my boyfriend will wash the dishes, wash the pots, and wash clothes. It is simply the ideal life in my dream. "Li Zhihan looked full of longing.
"Then you're quite thoughtful." Zhang Ziqing rolled his eyes, "I bought too many vegetables and overestimated your appetite. I'll put the rest in the refrigerator for you later. When your legs are healed, you can eat it. Let’s do it ourselves when the time comes.”
After finishing speaking, Zhang Ziqing walked out without waiting for Li Zhihan's answer, carrying the messy pot.
The faucets in the old house didn't work very well, and the oil in the hot pot was heavy. It took Zhang Ziqing a while to clean the pot.
When he returned to the room with the pot, Li Zhihan lay on the bed and fell asleep again. This time he snored slightly, and it seemed that he had entered a deep sleep stage.
Zhang Ziqing found a corner and put down the pot gently, sat on a chair, looked at Li Zhihan who was sleeping soundly, holding a pink strawberry bear tightly in his arms, and curled up into a ball, one person on the bed In a small corner.
This sleeping position is a sign of extreme insecurity, but it is understandable considering her previous experience.
When she was a child, her mother stood in front of her to take care of her and protect her from wind and rain. But now that her mother is ill, she can only grow up immediately so that she can support the family.
There are so many sinister places in this society, and she is a very beautiful woman, which makes her even more vulnerable to being targeted. If she wants not to suffer, she must find a way to protect herself and live very carefully every day.
Even Chen Hao, although he kept her by his side so that others dare not touch her for the time being, he was still thinking about how to bring Li Zhihan to the bed. If Chen Hao didn't like to use something Li Zhihan may have already suffered a loss by taking him away by force.
A gust of cool breeze blowing in from the window interrupted Zhang Ziqing's thoughts. Although it was already very hot in May in Jiangning, it was not summer after all, so the temperature difference between day and night was still a bit big.
Zhang Ziqing hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked to the window, closed all the windows until there was only a small gap left, and then closed the curtains.
Looking at Li Zhihan who was sleeping soundly, Zhang Ziqing sighed, reached out and pulled the quilt on the bed to cover Li Zhihan, then turned off the light in the room, gently closed the door and left.
After leaving Li Zhihan's home, Zhang Ziqing walked down the alley that looked like a vegetable market at night. Now the whole street was deserted.
When he reached the entrance of the alley, Zhang Ziqing stopped and looked back. From where he was to the building where Li Zhihan's home was, all the street lights and residential buildings in this distance were pitch black.
It stands to reason that it is only after ten o'clock at night. In this era, even in rural areas, people cannot sleep so early, let alone first-tier cities like Jiangning.
But now all the houses on the road have their lights turned off. Even when I go downstairs, I can see that several houses upstairs have their lights on. It is also pitch black now, as if someone has turned off the lights. circuit switches, causing widespread power outages.
Zhang Ziqing looked at the old-fashioned residential building where Li Zhihan was located. Above that building, several black mists were hovering in the sky. From time to time, there were several low roars similar to wild beasts coming out of the mist, which reached Zhang Ziqing's ears.
Zhang Ziqing blinked his eyes, and when he closed them and opened them again, ice blue eyes replaced the previous black ones. There seemed to be infinite chill in his eyes. Wherever his eyes went, he happened to be at the position of those black mist.
As if aware of Zhang Ziqing's gaze, the dark rooms gathered together after turning in a circle, facing Zhang Ziqing's direction, and let out several roars that resounded throughout the night sky.
But the strange thing is that no one in Jiangning City seems to hear such a loud sound. In the area outside this street, young urban people are just starting their nightlife, in the bustling CBD and various restaurants in the city. The bar lets you vent your desires and emotions with abandon.
Seeing several groups of black fog that seemed to be provoking him, Zhang Ziqing snorted coldly. The momentum of the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly changed. As Zhang Ziqing's fingers lightly traced the air, the first group of black fog let out a wail. , exploded in the air instantly and dissipated between heaven and earth.
As if seeing the fate of his companions, the black mist in the back row instantly shrank back. After circling in place for a few times, it let out a low, unwilling cry and disappeared into the air.
As the black fog surrounding the residential buildings disappeared, the air in the entire area seemed to fluctuate slightly. The street lights in the alley and the lights of the surrounding households turned on again, and the chatter of the crowd could be heard. and the shouts of some small vendors.
Zhang Ziqing turned around, his black pupils unfathomable. At the same time, a black Maybach began to slow down not far away and stopped beside Zhang Ziqing.
"Handsome boy, is this Didi you called Didi?" The man sitting in the car adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and whistled at Zhang Ziqing.
Zhang Ziqing ignored him, opened the passenger door and got in.
Qin Shoumo raised his eyebrows, "Oh, you don't seem to be in a good mood. What's the matter? Didn't you succeed in getting out of the beautiful woman's house? Did she get kicked out without doing anything?"
Zhang Ziqing rolled his eyes and said, "What you said is just bullshit."
Qin Shoumo chuckled, "I'm not thinking that you have been a widower for so many years. Although you can't lose your heart, you can have a kidney. Maybe you will lose a kidney this time. These are all reasonable guesses."
"But looking at you like this, I know you won't make it tonight. Tsk tsk, it's a pity. This little girl is actually quite good-looking and has a good figure. Although she can't compare with that girl Su Ran, she is still small. There are so many beauties, you..."
As if he really felt a pity, Qin Shoumo looked towards the residential building where Li Zhihan lived as he spoke, but as soon as he moved his eyes away, he couldn't say the rest.
Qin Shoumo looked at the residential building and then at Zhang Ziqing. After shifting his gaze back and forth several times, he looked surprised and said, "No, brother, what are you doing? You won't tell me that you really like this girl, right?"
"I won't fall in love with anyone anymore, you know that."
"Then why are you doing this? Don't tell me it's because you are a nice person and want to do good things."
Zhang Ziqing thought of the calendar hanging on the wall of Li Zhihan's room that he saw before leaving, with the days circled in black marker.
"Her birthday is in a few days." Zhang Ziqing paused and then continued: "It should be said that it is her and her mother's birthdays, which are on the same day."
Qin Shoumo's eyes widened, "Are you okay? What does their birthday have to do with you? Why do you still want to celebrate their birthday? Or is it that the birthday gift you gave her is to make her live happily forever? To die at the age of 100?"
Zhang Ziqing was silent for a while and then looked out the window, "Let them celebrate their birthday. You don't have to worry about this."
Qin Shoumo looked at Zhang Ziqing up and down, sighed, and started the car, "Jiang Chuan will definitely be dissatisfied with you."
"If he has any dissatisfaction, let him come to me in person." Zhang Ziqing tapped his fingers lightly on the car door, and his tone became colder, "If he dares to come up."
Qin Shoumo looked at Zhang Ziqing in surprise, "I thought that over the past few thousand years, your edges had been smoothed by time, and you no longer had the murderous aura that you had back then, but now it seems that's not the case at all, brother."
"Cultivating my moral character has indeed improved my temper a lot, but that doesn't mean that some miscellaneous people can provoke me."
Qin Shoumo drove the car with his eyes fixed forward. It seemed as if the road ahead had turned into an ancient battlefield full of broken limbs and remains. He was leaning exhausted on a huge stone to recover his strength, surrounded by dozens of people. A companion from the same batch as myself.
At the front of the crowd, Zhang Ziqing, wearing a white gown, was holding a sword in both hands, standing alone on the road to the sky, facing the oncoming army of millions, with an indifferent expression.
