Because of his childhood experiences, Song Jinnan was wary of everyone. He only spoke a few words to everyone he met, and he had no habit of chatting with others about his own affairs.
When he was shocked to realize that he had said something to Qiao Wan that he shouldn't have said, he stopped immediately.
Qiao Wan noticed the change in his expression and quickly raised another topic, "You haven't eaten yet. I'll make whatever you want to eat."
"There are ingredients in the refrigerator, so just make what's most comfortable for you." Song Jinnan's eyes fell on the vase that had just been filled with roses, and he became much gentler.
Qiao Wan finished pruning the last perfume lily, placed it on the marble coffee table in the living room, put on an apron and prepared to cook for Song Jinnan.
"Let me state in advance that my cooking skills are very poor. If you have a picky appetite, I suggest you order takeout."
"How shameless, let me see." Song Jinnan narrowed his fox eyes and then pulled off the tie around his neck.
Qiao Wan knew what she was good at, and it was too complicated to make. She picked around in the refrigerator and decided to cook a bowl of noodles for Song Jinnan.
She eats by her throat, and usually eats and drinks lightly. When cooking noodles, she only relies on her own preferences and completely forgets to ask Song Jinnan about his taste.
Two shapeless poached eggs, a few green cabbage leaves, and overcooked noodles were put into a bowl, which looked unpalatable.
Song Jinnan only took one bite and then put down his chopsticks, "Come on, tell me how you survive until now."
She heard something was wrong, so she picked up a few noodles with her chopsticks and put them in her mouth, but she was vomited in the trash can.
"I'm sorry, I have no experience. I put too much salt." She poured the bowl of noodles into the trash can guiltily and picked up her phone. "I'd better order some noodles for you, beef noodles, Yangchun noodles, or -"
"Forget it, just eat whatever is in the refrigerator." Song Jinnan stood up and joked in a low voice as he passed by her, "No matter how delicious your noodles are, they're not as good as yours."
It took half a minute for Qiao Wan to react.
His face suddenly turned red to his neck.
Song Jinnan took out the milk and cereal from the refrigerator, boiled it in a milk pot for a while, poured it into a bowl, and started eating slowly.
In her imagination, Song Jinnan was extremely picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but at this moment, milk cereal completely overturned her understanding of Song Jinnan.
That night, she slept in the master bedroom again.
He took the initiative to curl up in Song Jinnan's arms and fell asleep to the sound of Song Jinnan's strong heartbeat.
At nine o'clock the next morning, Qiao Wan came to the Liyang Road Notary Office.
Mo Qingli also came here in a hurry, and she immediately became the center of attention when she appeared.
At the age of forty-seven or eighteen, her skin and face are as well-kept as if she were in her early thirties, and her eyebrows have the arrogance of a lady and the shrewdness of a businessman.
Mo Qingli only said hello to Qiao Wan, and the female assistant she brought took out a prepared agreement and handed it over, "Please take a look at it, Miss Qiao. If there are no problems, we can go in and notarize it."
Qiao Wan read it carefully several times. The content was exactly the same as what she requested last night, and she nodded happily.
Mo Qingli kept a straight face and held her head high the whole time, like an arrogant swan. She only called "Ms. Qiao" when she saw Qiao Wan. After signing the agreement, she walked out of the notary office hall alone and went up. A black RV.
After completing all the procedures in less than half an hour, Qiao Wan held the thin agreement tightly and was very pleased.
From now on, with Mo Qingli in charge of Song Jing, she no longer has to worry.
On the way to the Culture and Tourism Bureau, she took a photo of the agreement to Song Jinnan.
A few minutes later, Song Jinnan came back with two words: Not bad.
It was two words that couldn't be simpler, but she felt recognized.
People are in high spirits during happy events, and since they didn't see Zhou Ting'an, Qiao Wan had a very pleasant day at the Bureau of Culture and Tourism.
Two topics have been decided on for the new program. Once Zhang has sorted them out, he will submit the hard copy documents to the TV station and the Culture and Tourism Bureau, and filming can begin after they respond.
After coming out of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, Qiao Wan was about to send a WeChat message to Song Jinnan to ask him what he wanted to eat at night, when He Jiezhen called.
"Come to the hospital right away. I have something very important to tell you."
He Jiezhen's attitude was unusually serious.
"I can't go to the hospital, just say it, I'll listen." Qiao Wan found a secluded place by the road and stopped.
He Jiezhen on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and complained: "Ting An was suspended because of you."
"Suspended?" Qiao Wan looked surprised.
She spent a whole day at the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, but why didn't she hear any news?
"Someone submitted an anonymous letter to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism to report you. Ting An happens to be in charge of this area. He did not hand in the report letter according to the procedures, and he was targeted and made a fuss."
He Jiezhen was obviously very angry, "As long as you listen to me, even if you find a powerful man, no one will dare to punish you!"
"How is Zhou Ting'an doing now?" Qiao Wan felt guilty that she owed a favor.
She told Zhou Ting'an at that time that the report letter should go through the normal procedures and not to pressure her, but Zhou Ting'an did not hand over the report letter.
Everyone said that Zhou Ting'an was cautious and steady, but this was too stupid!
"He was suspended this morning. He cooperated with the relevant departments for a day's investigation and has returned to Hualan." He Jiezhen's tone suddenly became solemn, "He has never done such an unmeasured thing. Wanwan, have you given A fantasy he shouldn’t have?”
"Am I giving him a fantasy he shouldn't have?" Qiao Wan was instantly angry, "What kind of confidence did the men of the Zhou family give you to question your biological daughter so confidently! Listen, I'm not calling Zhou Ting'an !”
"Since he doesn't call, just stay away. Zhou Shihong has planned his career for him a long time ago. No matter who disrupts his life trajectory, he will never show mercy."
As soon as He Jiezhen finished speaking, Qiao Wan hung up the phone.
She found Zhou Ting'an's number and dialed it, but no one answered after three calls.
After knowing each other for ten years, she was the only one who refused to answer Zhou Ting'an's calls. Zhou Ting'an never refused to answer her calls. Even if there was something urgent, he would send a text message.
She took a taxi to Hualan Yipin.
After ringing the doorbell, the nanny invited her to the living room on the first floor.
When she saw Zhou Shihong sitting on the huanghuali wooden chair with an old face, she knew that she would not see Zhou Ting'an this time.
"Here we come." Zhou Shihong's distant tone was filled with disgust.
"Uncle Zhou, where is Brother Ting'an?" Qiao Wan was very polite.
"Wanwan, you have grown up under my eyes. I have always thought that you are smart and know right from wrong." Zhou Shihong picked up the teacup on the table and blew on it gently.
Qiao Wan knew what he was insinuating, and said patiently, "Listen to my mother, brother got into trouble because of me, and I came to see him."
"Ting An is fine. That incident is the biggest stain in his life so far. No one is allowed to mention it again in the future."
Zhou Shihong took a sip of tea and said, "No one is a saint, and we all get confused sometimes. Besides, Ting'an is still your brother, so I can't stand to see you being wronged."
"Since brother is fine, then I have nothing to worry about." Qiao Wan stood up to leave.
Zhou Shihong stopped her again, "As long as you can carry it clearly, I won't treat you badly. When you get married in the future, I will definitely treat you as my biological daughter and give you a generous dowry."
"You and I have different surnames. I can't afford to be your biological daughter."
Qiao Wan sneered and declined, and left Zhou's house without looking back.
