Song Jiaren sent another WeChat message: What's going on? I won't be here for a few days. Who is this so-and-so heir?
Song Jiaren was dragged away on a business trip by Xia Jingze. He went to the mountainous area to do charity work, but he had to drag her along. He said he needed a reliable lawyer. There were a lot of confusing reasons, but Song Jiaren was dragged away inexplicably.
The place is remote, and mobile phones often have no signal, almost losing contact with the outside world.
An Zhisu briefly explained in a few words that Emma wanted to pry Xiao Rui away.
Song Jiaren:!! Damn it, ally, Master Ye is using this trick. An Tingnuan will definitely not sit still and wait for death. You have to be careful.
An Zhisu: She has too much time to take care of herself now, how can she have time to plot against me again?
Song Jiaren: That's right. Then you have to be careful. It will take a few days for me to go back. Damn it, Xia Jingze, you've delayed me from watching the show. I just want to go back and see An Tingnuan's anxious face now.
An Zhisu: I will give you real-time reports.
Song Jiaren did not receive this sentence because her mobile phone had no signal.
Song Jiaren was one of the depressed people. She stood on the top of a high mountain and looked up at the sky. She understood why a woman who was trafficked into a mountainous area had no way to ask for help. She didn't even have a signal, so giving you a mobile phone was useless.
When Xia Jingze found her, she was still raising her head to look at the sunset, her neck almost breaking.
"What are you looking at?" Xia Jingze sat down next to her. He really didn't have the airs of a nobleman at all, and he didn't feel dirty wherever he sat.
Song Jiaren still maintained the same posture as before: "I wonder if you have ever heard of an ancient poem, looking up at the bright moon and looking down at the hometown."
"No." Xia Jingze opened his eyes and lied. He pondered for two seconds and then said: "I heard another poem, I will sit with you in the evening when I have free time, and ask you if the porridge is warm in front of the stove."
Song Jiaren: "Get out!"
Xia Jingze laughed: "Don't you think the two poems I just read are very suitable for our current situation? Look at the dusk in the distance and the smoke nearby. It's such a warm scene. I am really a poet who was delayed by acting.
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Song Jiaren: "Get out!"
Xia Jingze was still laughing. He felt something was wrong while smiling and asked, "Why do you always keep in the same posture? Aren't you tired?"
Song Jiaren was furious: "Are you blind? Didn't you see that my neck was stiff? You didn't help but you were still reading poems, thinking of your sister."
Only then did Xia Jingze understand why she remained motionless, and he rubbed her neck while holding back his laughter.
Song Jiaren's stiff spine felt better now, and she slowly dared to lower her head and complained: "It hurts me to death, you blind man."
"Yes, yes, it's my fault, I'm blind." Xia Jingze also had a good temper in front of Song Jiaren.
Song Jiaren patted his paw away and rubbed it herself. While rubbing it, she asked, "How long until we can go back? How about I go back first? I have nothing to do anyway."
"Are you in a hurry?" Xia Jingze has been having a good time here recently. No one knows him. He can play with Song Jiaren as much as he wants without worrying about being photographed by the paparazzi. He has never been so free.
"Yes." Song Jiaren said excitedly: "I'm in a hurry to go back to watch the show. Don't you know it? Ye Lancheng invited a god to assist, and An Tingnuan is going to feel cold."
Xia Jingze really didn't know about this: "What kind of divine assist?"
"It seems that Xiao Rui's little childhood sweetheart has come back to compete with An Tingnuan for a man. You can't miss such a big drama." Song Jiaren wished she could grow a pair of wings and fly back now.
Xia Jingze sighed: "Is the plot already so bloody? Even TV dramas don't dare to act like this."
"What nonsense? It's said that evil people have their own destiny. Anyway, I have to go back, so hurry up, or I won't wait for you." Song Jiaren was impatient.
"Okay, let's go back the day after tomorrow. Anyway, the name of Hope Elementary School has been decided, and someone will take care of the rest." Xia Jingze also had a little gossip, and said after thinking about it.
"It was decided so quickly, what is it called?" Song Jiaren asked.
Xia Jingze said meaningfully: "Ze Ren Hope Primary School."
"Ze Ren..." Song Jiaren nodded: "Yes, it's quite meaningful. It's a good name."
As soon as Xia Jingze saw Song Jiaren's calm expression, he knew that she had not yet understood the true meaning of the word "Zeren".
"From now on, I plan to donate a Zeren Hope Primary School every year. I want to build Zeren schools in places across the country where there are no schools." Xia Jingze took his oath seriously.
Song Jiaren said without any response: "It's very good. I can't tell that you are quite caring."
Song Jiaren only recently learned from Lu Kai that Xia Jingze has funded many poor students and is also keen on charity. He has also established a charity fund for children with leukemia. One-third of the money he earns is used for charity.
"You're blind." Xia Jingze was a little angry. He had such a low emotional intelligence. Why couldn't he see his intentions for her? This was a gift he gave her.
Song Jiaren, are you born in the year of wood? He was really mad at him. He expressed his sincerity to the blind man and had no way to explain.
"You are crazy. I praised you, but you still scolded me." Song Jiaren was not happy.
Xia Jingze was too lazy to tell her any more, so he stood up and walked down the mountain.
Song Jiaren then stood up silently and looked at Xia Jingze's back as he left angrily. Her eyes became dark, making it unclear whether she understood Xia Jingze's intentions.
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Shengshi Financial Group.
It was already dark after Ye Lancheng finished the meeting. When he returned to the office, he saw his young wife drawing pictures at her desk. She seemed to be so absorbed in drawing that she didn't notice him coming in. He had already walked to the table before alerting her.
"You've finished the meeting." An Zhisu stretched out: "I'll be fine soon, just wait for me."
Ye Lancheng hummed, stretched out his hand and patted her head: "Don't be in a hurry, draw slowly, whatever you want to eat tonight, we'll eat it outside."
"As long as it's meat, I'm fine with it." An Zhisufu lowered his head again, with a casual tone.
Ye Lancheng twitched his lips and asked Gao Qi to make a reservation at the "Royal Dining Room", which specializes in palace cuisine, with a wide variety of dishes and exquisite dishes. He took his wife there last time, and she never forgot it.
There was only the finishing touches left on An Zhisu's design, and Ye Lancheng did not walk away. He quietly watched her finishing and asked her if she had started preparing for the press conference.
"Yes, Sister Zhao has been asked to do the planning project." An Zhisu said.
Ye Lancheng nodded. Now his little wife is becoming more and more capable. He no longer needs to teach her many things. She is growing up very quickly.
The office is very quiet, with only the quiet breathing of the two people, and the rustling sound caused by An Zhisu's brush falling on the design draft. The lights outside the window shine, and the interior is quiet and beautiful. It is a loving and heart-warming picture that makes people unbearable.