nyslfriends Chapter 52
Chapter 52
It's so hot.
Zhitao turned over with his eyes closed, and after a while, he still had to open his eyes in admiration, lying on the bed and lazily shouting: "Wen Hao——"
Jiang Wenhao came in wearing a white vest with a fan in his hand. He was also sweating profusely from the heat. When he saw someone, he asked, "Do you want to fan yourself?"
Zhitao hooked his hands at him, Jiang Wenhao stepped forward to serve him sensibly, fanning him, the wind made Zhitao close his eyes, and the words stuck together: "It's been a long time since the electricity came?"
"I don't know," Jiang Wenhao was also worried. The summer in this place seems to be grilling human flesh. "I guess the electric pole will have to be repaired all afternoon."
Zhitao wanted to cry, he felt that he was going to heat up, "Wen Wen, think of a way, your peach is going to be hot and mature."
Jiang Wenhao's focus was off, "Then this kind of Taotao is more delicious."
Zhitao wanted to hit him, but didn't want to move, "I'm going to punish you for hitting yourself."
"I beg Lafayette to let this slave go. The slave deserves death." Jiang Wenhao's tone was imitated, but the expression on his face didn't match, and what he said was wrong.
What was said in a mess, Zhitao's mind was also confused, "I'm going to punish you to retake Chinese, no, was there a word for Chinese at that time?"
Jiang Wenhao fanned the fan harder. He felt that Zhitao was going to be so hot that he was going to be stupid. Zhitao was so sleepy by the wind that he fell back to sleep soon.
"Sleeping?" Jiang Wenhao retracted his fan to fan himself, his eyes slipped from Zhitao's face to his hand, where the ring was firmly put on.
They are now legally married.
Jiang Wenhao was smiling. They had suffered a lot because of this relationship before, and now it can be regarded as a fruitful cultivation. Jiang Wenhao was stuck in his thoughts, and his movements slowed down.
He remembered the days when he first met Zhitao.
They were classmates in high school, Jiang Wenhao was transferred in his sophomore year of high school, and Zhitao was a poor student in the class.
Generally, poor students are more likely to be discriminated against by their classmates, but Zhitao is different. He is surrounded by his classmates like a king. Every day after class, someone will pester him, just hoping to have a few words with him.
But Zhitao doesn't like being pestered.
This is the fact that Jiang Wenhao discovered after a few days of observation, and Zhitao did not hide this matter at all.
He will let the classmates sitting in his chair roll, and will open his hand to touch him mercilessly. He is like the most arrogant villain, dismissing all love.
But he is also very fond of people, so the books in his drawer are always "disappearing" inexplicably, someone will often pull him into the grove, and he will always receive strange gifts, and even some blood-filled books. glass bottle.
Jiang Wenhao sat far away from Zhitao, and it seemed that he would never be in contact with him, but Zhitao approached Jiang Wenhao by himself, and asked in a natural tone: "Do you like me?"
"Hmm..." Jiang Wenhao was a little embarrassed, and asked carefully: "Should I like you?"
The moment his voice fell, Jiang Wenhao heard a strange sentence, which was not like the sound that can be made by the vocal organs currently possessed by human beings. He said slowly and arrogantly: You should like the person in front of you.
...What the hell are you talking about.
Jiang Wenhao was about to complain, when he suddenly smelled a smell, he twitched his nose, waved away the air in front of him, frowned and said, "Why are you still wearing perfume?"
He was really shocked, but Jiang Wenhao was a tolerant person, "It's okay, it's quite fragrant, as long as you like it."
Zhitao didn't speak for a long time, and asked after a while: "What's your name?"
Jiang Wenhao said, and then Zhitao showed a thoughtful expression, and said kindly: "Do you want to be my tablemate?"
Jiang Wenhao should have refused, but he saw Zhitao's eyes, those eyes did not have the arrogance and arrogance he thought, and did not even have any negative emotions, they just looked at Jiang Wenhao clearly and curiously.
It's eyes that are completely different from what he does.
Thinking about the days when he was at the same table with Zhitao, Jiang Wenhao would have to take a deep breath now.
Not to mention the people who came up directly to warn, even those small malicious actions were enough for Jiang Wenhao to eat a pot, and the people who bumped into them while playing ball were torn up their homework.
To be honest, at that time, he really never thought that he would have a good impression of Zhitao. After all, in his eyes, Zhitao was a bad deskmate who loved to read jokes. He had a good temper if he treated Zhitao with a normal heart. .
Zhitao didn't realize it at all, and was just being a fun person every day, until Jiang Wenhao started ignoring him.
Zhitao reached out to shake Jiang Wenhao who was lying on his stomach, and asked softly, "Why are you ignoring me? Just ignore me."
Jiang Wenhao didn't open his mouth all the time, Zhitao leaned over and shouted very intimately: "Wenwen, what's the matter with you? Tell me, I'll help you solve it."
Jiang Wenhao didn't pay attention to Zhitao as usual. It was a terrible thing to face the endless maliciousness of the people around him. He was only 16 years old and obviously couldn't resist the pressure.
When Zhitao saw him like this, he suddenly became angry, and he said loudly, almost furiously: "Get out of here, all of you!"
The sound pierced through the noisy classroom. The students stood still, and then they all walked out the door quietly and quickly. There were only Jiang Wenhao and Zhitao in the class, and the fragrance floating in the air.
It is like a highly skilled puppeteer, controlling the actions of the 48 people in the class.
This is the second time Jiang Wenhao has smelled the fragrance. He turned his head to look at Zhitao, and soon realized the problem, "Is that fragrance coming from your mouth...?"
Zhitao covered her mouth and smiled like a cunning little devil.
There was liquid on Jiang Wenhao's face, whether it was sweat or tears, Zhitao wiped it off with his hands, and suddenly turned from a little devil into a little angel, the little angel Zhitao asked softly, "Do you really hate me?"
Jiang Wenhao nodded sincerely, but the nod was not enough, he also wanted to accuse Zhitao of the crime: "You always read my jokes and laugh at me for not studying well..."
Zhitao listened carefully, and after listening, he said: "You still forgot the most important one."
The nagging Jiang Wenhao stopped talking, "What is it?"
"It's me who made you suffer so much," Zhitao said with beautiful eyes and a pretty smile, "I made everyone suffer so much, so you suffer too."
"That's why everyone doesn't like me."
The fan whirred around again, and the sweat-stained Zhitao turned over on the bed, revealing shocking scars, which were all cut last year. In addition, he also had different scars on his stomach and feet. scars.
Jiang Wenhao watched in silence, and then he lay back on the bed slowly, sleeping with Zhitao.
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"So why did your great-grandfather call us back?" Zhitao sat in front of the fan and asked puzzled.
Now the Jiang family is busy with their work, even Jiang's father and the others are busy and disappear, only Zhitao and Jiang Wenhao stay in the house to rest all day.
Jiang Wenhao didn't know either, and said half-jokingly: "Maybe it's convenient for us to go home and show our affection?"
Grandpa Jiang definitely didn't have such thoughts, but it's hard to say whether Jiang Wenhao had such thoughts, Zhitao said with complicated eyes: "Don't be like you were before..."
The employees were reporting on their work, while Jiang Wenhao was showing off his marriage. What they said was wrong, but they could still chat harmoniously. Zhitao was puzzled, and even wanted to interview the person involved.
They didn't know what the Jiang family was busy with until later. Sitting at the table, Jiang Wenhao was in a daze, "...So, are you going to choose me as the head of the Jiang family?"
Mother Jiang nodded repeatedly, unable to hide the greed in her eyes, "Yes, you will be the head of the Jiang family in the future, and the entire Jiang family will belong to you."
No wonder, Zhitao said why Jiang's mother seemed to be a different person. She was afraid that Jiang Wenhao would not die, and locked Jiang Wenhao in the house behind Jiang's father's back for a week. come over.
However, this matter is full of weirdness, even Zhitao, an outsider, finds it strange that the Jiang family was held in the hands of Mrs. Jiang, and refused to delegate power for decades. grandchildren.
No matter how you think about it, it feels strange, Zhitao can't think of a reason, "Why do you think Mr. Jiang chose you as the head of the family?"
Jiang Wenhao didn't know either.
Seeing his blank look, Zhitao wanted to sigh, "You don't think it's some kind of conspiracy?"
Jiang Wenhao put on the clothes he had prepared, and said helplessly, "It's not possible, besides, it's already at this time."
Zhitao didn't continue to talk, seeing him changed his clothes, and he was so beautiful that he still wanted to pull Zhitao, and asked excitedly, "Am I so handsome?"
Zhitao nodded first, and then couldn't help asking: "Why are these clothes so plain?"
The material is good, and the decoration is complicated, but the all-white design makes Zhitao a little speechless. If Jiang Wenhao is not handsome, he will definitely look like a prisoner uniform in it.
Jiang Wenhao touched his head and said uncertainly: "Probably for the sake of looking good? You are a young man in white."
Returning to the young man in white, Zhitao stood up from the bed and changed the subject: "Go out quickly, and have dinner early after you're done."
So they went out, and there was a red blanket spread out from the door of the house. Zhitao looked at the crowd watching around, and then looked at the red carpet in front of her, inexplicably having the illusion of becoming a star.
Jiang Wenhao obviously also felt this way, his hands were shaking unconsciously, and he was only accompanied by Zhitao, so he spoke very directly: "Damn, why are there so many people?"
I'm afraid the whole town came out to see it.
Zhitao almost laughed out loud, he suppressed his smile and asked, "Do you want me to divert your attention?"
Jiang Wenhao stared ahead and whispered, "Just tell them not to look at me all the time. My calves almost cramp from watching, my God."
Zhitao instantly turned on the fragrance mode all the way, and those who smelled it all looked away in a daze. Jiang Wenhao noticed the change, and his beating heart slowed down.
"Where is this road going?" No one was watching, so Zhitao chatted with Jiang Wenhao.
Jiang Wenhao is very familiar with this road, but he is not sure, "It seems to be the road to the temple, but I clearly remember that it was demolished a long time ago."
Zhitao didn't continue to ask, they walked for half an hour before arriving at the temple, this was the first time Zhitao saw the temple of the legendary God of Cookery, and couldn't help but look at it curiously.
The temple is made of mahogany, square and square, with a statue of a god hanging on the top, a child sitting with his eyes closed and holding a flower, and a big red cushion is placed underneath.
Zhitao withdrew her gaze and looked at Mr. Jiang, who was dressed in red, standing outside the temple. He was standing with a cane, and beside him was Jiang Tong, who was holding a red plate, staring at them.
Jiang Wenhao walked up to Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang waved his hand, and Jiang Tong respectfully brought over the plate with a green jade ring on it.
"Come on," the old man's voice sounded, "After wearing this, you will be the head of the Jiang family."