Ji Wuyin accompanied Zhou Qingnan to visit the old lady, had lunch, and then went to the hospital.
Zhou Maode had a gastric perforation and had been eating liquid food for the past few days. He had lost a lot of weight visibly, and the energy on his face was gone.
Ji Wuyin felt ridiculous and pitiful as he listened to his ambition to raise his voice to suppress Zhou Qingnan as aggressively as before.
After listening for a while, Xia Zeyou called to remind her to read the contract in the email, and she got up and went out.
"Auntie, you are a busy person, what have you been busy with all morning? You are not in the company, and you don't read the news." Xia Zeyou was very resentful.
Ji Wuyin pushed the button on the corridor window, and the window opened in response. A cool breeze blew over, bringing with it fine raindrops, "Stay with Zhou Qingnan."
Xia Zeyou fell silent for a while, then asked, "Seriously?"
"When have I ever not been serious?"
"Too."
Ji Wuyin said "hmm" and said, "I haven't had time to tell Huihui about this yet, so you can tell her for me when you go on a date."
Ke Hui is one of Ji Wuyin's best friends and Xia Zeyou's girlfriend.
Her love for Xia Zeyou reached a level that even Ji Wuyin couldn't understand.
Afraid of her overthinking, Ji Wuyin and Xia Zeyou now maintain a deliberately distanced distance from each other unless necessary.
After making a phone call with Xia Zeyou, Ji Wuyin stood by the window to enjoy the wind for a while. When she was about to close the window and enter the ward, she suddenly noticed a black car parked downstairs.
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"Dad, let's leave first. I'll come see you when I have time." Zhou Qingnan hugged Ji Wuyin's waist and walked out with the person as he said it.
As soon as they reached the door, the two quickly distanced themselves.
"The play is over, I'm leaving." Ji Wuyin turned and walked towards the elevator.
Zhou Qingnan caught up with her and entered the elevator with her.
"There's one more show." He pressed the button to the next floor and said, "Let's go have a meal together. I've found someone to film with me."
Ji Wuyin raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms over his chest, and half leaned against the elevator wall.
"You won't have to go to the hotel to perform again after dinner, right?"
Zhou Qingnan took out his cell phone and said, "If you want, I can make a reservation now."
Ji Wuyin waved his hand: "No need."
After the two got in the car, Ji Wuyin glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the black car was following them not far away.
"The person you arranged is waiting for us in the restaurant?" After Ji Wuyin got off the car, he looked around without leaving any trace.
Zhou Qingnan locked the car and walked to her: "Well, what?"
Ji Wuyin looked away and reached out to hold his arm.
"It's okay, let's go."
We booked a private room in the restaurant, and the person who arranged it couldn't take the photo at that time. Only this stretch of distance could provide material.
Zhou Qingnan also cooperated very well, adjusting his facial expression while letting her catch him.
He has droopy single eyelids. When he is expressionless, he looks awkward and untouchable. Even when he smiles, he has a cold air.
Ji Wuyin glanced at his smirking face, and the corner of his eye passed over the person following him.
After eating, Ji Wuyin asked Zhou Qingnan to leave first, while he stayed in the box.
After signing several contracts sent by Xia Zeyou, there was a knock on the box door.
She closed her phone and looked at the people who came in.
"Song Er, you have sent someone to follow me for a day." She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you satisfied with the result?"
Song Zhiyu wore a long black windbreaker with an orthodox suit underneath.
According to his usual dressing habits, Ji Wuyin could tell at a glance that he had rushed over after attending some important occasion.
The snow on my shoulders has not yet melted.
Song Zhiyu didn't reply to her words. He took off his gloves as he walked towards her.
A pair of eyes soaked in snow, with a damp chill.
Ji Wuyin was like a lazy cat, sitting on his seat, watching the people approaching him without making any movement.
Song Zhiyu threw his gloves on the table in front of her and leaned down.
Putting a warm palm on her lower abdomen, a trace of panic appeared in Ji Wuyin's eyes, and she shivered uncontrollably.
"It seems that there really was a child before this." Song Zhiyu saw her reaction in his eyes and affirmed.
Ji Wuyin swatted his hand away, realizing that he had misunderstood, and worried that he knew more, and mixed emotions surged up.
She answered the question unreasonably: "Is this why you let people follow me today?"
Song Zhiyu squatted beside her legs and raised his head to look at her.
Although he was in a low position, it did not diminish his innate nobility.
And the bottomless look in his eyes made her afraid to look directly at him.
But fear and avoidance were not her character, so she took a deep breath and answered what he just said: "No more now."
The veins on Song Zhiyu's forehead popped out, "Why didn't you tell me then?"
Ji Wuyin said calmly: "It's not necessary."
Song Zhiyu nodded, his tone a little mocking: "It wasn't necessary then, and it's even less necessary now. After all, you already have a new love."
Ji Wuyin calmed down and his lazy posture was revealed again. She stretched out her index finger and lifted his chin: "Are you jealous?"
Song Zhiyu lowered his eyes and glanced at her white and pink knuckles, "Just for confirmation."
He squeezed her wrist and straightened up.
"No one will follow you tomorrow." He let go of her hand, picked up his gloves and walked out.
The tall and straight back remains as before.
Ji Wuyin raised his head, his eyes blurred for a moment.
The door was closed, the door lock clicked, and her cell phone on the table rang at the same frequency.
"Mom." When she heard the childish voice, she raised her hand to cover her eyes and said "hmm".
