The college entrance examination is in the countdown.

These days, like all senior high school students, Jiang Zhihan is devoted to reading sages and turning a blind eye to the outside world. Wu Siyi will come to him for dinner on time, but she will no longer take him out shopping or climbing mountains. For three or two days a week, she will accompany Jiang Zhihan to the courtyard, sit aside under the light, and read her own books or magazines quietly.

Even if she just sat in a room without talking, looking at one side reflected by Jiang Zhihan's light, she felt warm and happy. Since her parents divorced, it was difficult for Wu Siyi to have a sense of trust in anything, and the boy sitting in the room could give her that feeling. She wanted to hold him tight, but sometimes she couldn't help thinking that her father was surrounded by little fairies. His future should be five times more dazzling, what should she do then?

Whenever he had such an idea, Wu Siyi usually couldn't help but feel a little funny. Even now, he thought of the distant future. Since his return, Jiang Zhihan has become more considerate and gentle to her, but sometimes Wu Siyi seems to feel a sense of distance. For example, Jiang Zhihan is increasingly liking to hold her in his arms, just holding her in his arms, without any other intimate actions. Wu Siyi recalled afterwards, not sure if it was the sequelae of the last time he ran away with anger. For example, Jiang Zhihan seemed to be more polite and polite to her, and he was less joking and more serious when he spoke. Wu Siyi was thinking about these changes and signs all day long, but later he became a little confused.

To simply describe her in one word, it is most suitable to worry about gains and losses.

In Wu Siyi's heart, compared with the future vixen in the imagination, Ni Shang is a real existence that cannot be avoided. Conscious and unconscious, Wu Siyi will recall the interaction between Jiang Zhihan and Ni Shang when they were together, how he talked to her, how he expressed his intimacy and love to her, and how he talked about her in front of his friends.

At the beginning of this relationship, a smart girl like Wu Siyi certainly understood that Ni Shang's appearance was deeply engraved in Jiang Zhihan's heart. At that time, she said, I would be patient. But things in the world have always been easy to say and difficult to do. Sometimes she asked herself how long it took and how hard it would take to avoid being under the shadow of Ni Shang.

Wu Siyi has no answer to this question. What's worse than this is that she doesn't have much confidence either.

After finishing a set of test questions, Jiang Zhihan stretched, turned his head, and saw Wu Siyi sitting by the bed reading a magazine. Under the light, the girl's expression was soft, covering half of her face, and there was a static beauty.

Jiang Zhihan also felt a little warm, and he smiled and said, "Siyi, you seem to be more attentive than me."

Wu Siyi whispered softly, raised her head and said, "I'm reading the Hong Kong gossip magazine that my aunt brought back last time, so I don't need to concentrate."

She said: "Do you remember that my aunt mentioned the second young master of the Feng family to you?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Of course, he paid such a large amount of money, how could I not remember?"

Wu Siyi handed the magazine to Jiang Zhihan and said: "There are two articles in this issue about his brother. His brother has a hobby and likes to pursue celebrities, so he often goes on gossip news."

Jiang Zhihan asked: "How did your aunt know such a rich man from the Feng family?"

Wu Siyi said: "Although my aunt's image design studio is not big, she still has some reputation. Moreover, her best friend is one of the most famous stylists in Hong Kong. The Feng brothers often go there to work as a head teacher. The Feng family's eldest son often brings him the little star he bought. My aunt said that the Feng family actually has three sons, and the second son is actually the third son. The second son was adopted by the uncle, and he is officially the son of the uncle, so now everyone calls him the second son. The Feng family's business kingdom started late. The grandfather laid the foundation for his generation, and it soared into the sky after his father's generation. The entire group was created by his father and uncle. Because the uncle has no son, and there are three here, he adopted a son."

Jiang Zhihan picked up the magazine and flipped through it. He had no interest in this kind of thing, nor did he yearn for it. He commented: "This is written in a little more detailed way. Hong Kong people really like to read this? There are still more than one hundred pages of this kind."

Wu Siyi smiled and said, "There are so many people I like. The work is too hard, so I want to see something that doesn't need to use my brain." After stopping, he said, "I called last time and said that the young master of Feng's family asked her to ask you that question last time. He read the answer you gave, and said it was very wonderful. It is said that he might have come to the mainland recently. If he arrives in Zhongzhou, he will come to you. My aunt said that the second young master is still studying and has not entered the family's business circle, and he is also very easy-going."

Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows and said, "That's good. I have only read such a rich young master in novels, at least I can see what he looks like in real life." Asked Wu Siyi, "How old is he?"

Wu Siyi said: "I don't know, it seems that he is studying for a bachelor's degree. I heard that he was born to his father's wife whom he later married, and he was several ten years younger than his two brothers."

As the two were talking, the phone rang. Jiang Zhihan picked up the phone, talked for two minutes, put it down, and said to Wu Siyi: "Chu Mingyang, this guy said that the last dinner before the college entrance examination sprint will be held on the weekend to relax everyone."

Wu Siyi asked: "Are you going?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "Of course, the last time I asked him about his school selection, he was so encouraging to me. What school did they all choose?"

Wu Siyi stared at Jiang Zhihan's eyes and asked, "Can I go?"

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "Of course, just come to me at that time."

The place Chu Mingyang was originally looking for was a newly opened hotel, not a high-end one. Jiang Zhihan thought about it and asked him to change it to the Zhuangyuan Building. He called Cheng Yilan and booked a private room.

He wasn't intentionally showing off, but he never invited his best friends to have dinner since the restaurant opened, so he was always a little embarrassed. He took this opportunity to entertain everyone.

The appointment was on Saturday evening. When Jiang Zhihan was about to leave home, he received a call from Leng Qian. The bookstore is now discussing the sales rights of designated textbooks and reference books for primary and secondary schools with the Education Bureau. Something went wrong today and he needed to call to coordinate.

Jiang Zhihan sat in the study room of Siheyuan and made several calls, and two of them had been talking for more than ten minutes. He put down the phone and it was time to make an appointment, so he called the store and asked them to serve a few dishes first, and explained that he would be late for a while.

After calling, Jiang Zhihan stood up and said to Wu Siyi: "Let's go, I'll be late for a while."

Wu Siyi dressed up carefully today, with a light pink on her face, a less conspicuous lipstick on her lips, and a smooth and smooth shawl. She was just taken care of by going to Meiwu. Wu Siyi wore a dark blue dress, and underneath it was a pair of sandals with very novel styles.

She walked to Jiang Zhihan, turned around and asked, "How is it?"

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "It's pretty good, I like this dress."

Wu Siyi's mouth curled up, "Really?"

Jiang Zhihan said: "What are you lying to? Let's go quickly. We are really going to be late for a long time."

Because the Zhuangyuan Building was outside the school and it took only a few minutes to walk, Chu Mingyang and his group came very early. After receiving a call from Jiang Zhihan, the restaurant manager quickly asked someone to serve cold dishes and soup, and then served a round of snacks, asking them to fill their stomachs first.

When Jiang Zhihan came, he encountered a traffic jam again. It was about thirty minutes late when he arrived.

As soon as he walked into the gate, the lobby manager, a middle-aged man named Xu, was already waiting there. He smiled diligently and greeted: "Mr. Jiang, I have arranged it in the private room No. 1, and I have served snacks, cold dishes, and soup. When you come, I will let the hot dishes serve." He pointed with his left hand and said: "I will lead you."

Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "No need, you can be busy, I know where the No. 1 box is."

When he walked upstairs and walked towards the private room, Wu Siyi next to him suddenly stretched out his left hand and held Jiang Zhihan's right hand.

Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to see Wu Siyi's bright eyes.

He smiled slightly, held her little hand tightly with his backhand and walked forward.

There was a waiter standing outside the door of the box. The door was closed, but there was a gap left.

As soon as he approached, Jiang Zhihan heard Chu Mingyang's heroic voice, "This snack is indeed not something to blow, it is delicious."

Jiang Zhihan smiled. Before he could reach out, the waiter had already pushed the door open for him.

Jiang Zhihan and Wu Siyi walked in. Chu Mingyang turned his head and saw it first, and shouted, "It's finally here."

The next moment, the noise in the room disappeared suddenly, everyone's eyes looked at this side, then passed Jiang Zhihan and Wu Siyi's faces and stayed in the hands they were holding.

A light sound was heard, and one of the chopsticks in Ni Shang's hand, sitting opposite the door, fell into the plate in front of her. In the room that suddenly became quiet, the sound was particularly harsh.

Jiang Zhihan's eyes swept over, and Ni Shang's eyes were filled with a strange mixture, as if they were frightened and nervous. Soon, Ni Shang lowered his eyes and avoided his gaze.

Jiang Zhihan's steps slowed down slightly and turned his head to look at Wu Siyi beside him. The girl pretended to be relaxed, but her hand holding him couldn't help but tighten a little. From a close distance, she seemed to be able to read a sense of stubbornness and three-point determination from her eyes.

Jiang Zhihan pulled Wu Siyi over, helped her open a chair, signaled her to sit down, and then sat down by himself, just next to him was Wen Ningcui.

Jiang Zhihan said, "I'm sorry, I have to make a few calls at the moment, but I'm in a traffic jam again. As a result, I'm so late. I'll be fined three drinks of wine."

As he glanced over, Chu Mingyang's face was still astonished, and a similar expression appeared on almost everyone in the room. Jiang Zhihan actually didn't want to appear in front of his friends at No. 7 Middle School in such a holding posture, but the moment Wu Siyi took the initiative to grab his hand, he had no excuse to let her go. He had hurt her once, how could he bear to sprinkle another handful of salt on the wound that had not healed.

To a certain extent, Jiang Zhihan could understand Wu Siyi's sense of insecurity. So, he held her hand tightly and gave her a clear signal: Now, you are my girlfriend.

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