Zhou Ji looked at this lovely face, the corners of his lips gradually raised, a smile spread over the corners of his eyes and brows, the man's stern brows seemed to be melted by the spring breeze, and the ends of his eyes reflected endless tenderness.
He carefully read the two sentences she sent, and naturally it was his duty to say: [Your Highness the Princess. 】
After sending the four words, he could probably imagine her gritted teeth expression on the other end of the phone. Then the man typed slowly and sent a few more words: [My pleasure. 】
Jiang Yue looked down at the two lines he sent, staring at the last four words. For some reason, his face felt a little hot, and his heart felt strange.
My face is so hot!
Why is it hot?
Jiang Yue took a few deep breaths and gradually returned to normal, and her face was no longer hot.
Zhou Jixiu wanted to use sweet words to confuse her, corrupt her, and seduce her.
She's not that gullible, it's just a sugar-coated bullet!
After Jiang Yue got his reply, she didn't plan to talk to him anymore. Just as she was about to put down her phone, someone called her again. The person in charge of the charity commissioned a platform to get this person's number with great difficulty.
The other party personally thanked Jiang Yue for his donation to them during this time.
Not only money, but also many teaching aids.
When Jiang Yue received the call, she felt goosebumps when she heard the other party's extremely grateful words. Her Royal Highness, who especially loved compliments, felt embarrassed at this time.
"Thank you for your donation to our left-behind children project over the past few months."
"I thank you on their behalf."
This is an activity Jiang Yue discovered when he first learned to surf the Internet and was obsessed with stealing Zhou Ji's water drops.
Although she often said that she had a heart of stone, when she saw those pitiful photos on the page, she couldn't help but feel compassion and donated millions with a wave of her hand.
Over the past few months, tens of millions have been donated casually.
Even though it was all Zhou Ji's money, she had a share of it, and Zhou Ji was such a bad person, and everyone said he was nefarious.
She helped donate some of it, which was considered as a way of doing good deeds for him.
"You're welcome, you've been working hard too."
She has a stupid mouth, is not very good at saying nice things, and is not good at saying sweet words.
"The children have drawn some paintings and want to send them to you. Can you give me an address?"
Jiang Yue thought for a while and gave her the Zhou family's address.
It can be heard that the person in charge is also quite responsible.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yue lay back. She closed her eyes and covered her face. She felt a little embarrassed when she recalled the compliment just now.
My face was red, I was so shy.
Every time she helps others, she seems to get a little sense of accomplishment.
Her Royal Highness the Princess used to often run to the city tower. In fact, there was nothing visible under the city wall. Pedestrians coming and going always did not dare to get closer to the imperial city.
She stood in the long smoke of the setting sun and looked into the distance, as if she could hear the cries of street vendors. When it got dark, the market became lively.
She hopes that the market will become more lively every day.
She hopes that everyone can live a peaceful and prosperous life.
Jiang Guo is neither that good nor that bad.
The people are rich, but the military strength is insufficient.
Only then would she be beaten to the point of being unable to fight back by the barbarians in the north. Her father would just sue for peace, cede territory and pay compensation, and spend money to settle the matter.
Not only was this not a long-term solution, it actually enriched the barbarian soldiers in the north.
Jiang Yue came back to his senses, and the face he was covering was extremely hot.
She was squirming around on the sofa, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh in her heart, not sure whether it was happiness or something else.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing the child's voice, Jiang Yue slowly took her hand away. Her little face turned red, her eyes sparkling. She shook her head: "I didn't do anything."
After a while, maybe because she felt it was not good to lie to a child, she said, "I'm just a little happy."
She looked at the delicate-looking little boy in front of her and suddenly remembered to ask him about his studies, "Have you had a good class in kindergarten recently?"
Zhou Zhengchu nodded seriously: "Yes."
He said: "Mom, I get little red flowers every day."
Although Jiang Yue didn't quite understand the meaning of the little red flower, he still cheered her up and said, "You are great."
He was in the living room, still wearing the scarf his mother had just given him.
A thin line of sweat broke out on the tip of my nose, and I couldn't bear to take it off.
Jiang Yue asked curiously: "Aren't you hot?"
The child paused, shook his head and said, "It's not hot."
Jiang Yue thought that maybe he really wasn't hot. It was normal for children to be afraid of the cold, but——
She waved to him, and the little boy obediently walked forward to her.
The temperature around his mother seemed to be warmer. He wanted to bury himself in her arms and never come out again.
Jiang Yue lowered his head, looked at him intently, and gently wiped the sweat on the tip of his nose with a tissue, "Okay."
The boy clenched his hands to contain his inner excitement.
Jiang Yue continued: "Maybe the air conditioner at home is turned on too high. My face was very hot just now."
Constant temperature air conditioning will naturally not make people feel hot.
But no matter what his mother said, Zhou Zhengchu's child would just nod blindly. Everything his mother said was right.
He is also a very supportive child: "Mom, no wonder you were so red just now."
Jiang Yue seemed to have found a close friend and touched his head: "You see what I said is right. It's just the air conditioner. After I've done it, I'll hurt you again."
The little boy naturally nodded and said like a repeater - yes, yes, that's right.
When Zhou Ji came back in the evening, Jiang Yue and her child were sitting on the carpet. The two of them were playing flying chess seriously. Jiang Yue always failed to throw six, and the chess pieces could not move and almost stayed still.
Zhou Zhengchu was accurate every time he made a shot. Even a child knew how to give in to his mother, deliberately took the wrong route, and even knew how to let go of a game.
Jiang Yue walked to the finish line with difficulty, and she laughed: "I won!"
The child looked well-behaved and said, "Yeah, yeah! Mom is so awesome."
Zhou Ji took off his coat and put it on the hanger. He walked over and said, "Is it fun?"
It seemed to be cold outside, and he seemed to be tinged with the chill of frost and snow as he walked over.
Jiang Yue was wearing a sweater, and her long hair was hanging down around her knees. She looked up at him, and the soft light that shone on her face was white and clean.
Zhou Ji looked at her so peacefully, and it felt as if another heavy stone had been dropped into his calm heart, causing quite a splash in his heart.
Her eyes seemed to be looking at him, but when she looked deeper, it seemed that she didn't even look at him.
