"Mother..." Wensu came to his senses and didn't realize that he was a little cautious.
Jiang Lingyu looked away and said it was okay, "If you don't like it, just let Chili grow up in the backyard. There is no need to force it."
Wensu breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for your understanding, mother, but I will come to see it often."
Jiang Lingyu said yes and left immediately. However, Jiang Shu's words just now echoed in her mind: She obviously liked dogs when she was a child, but she stopped liking them when she grew up...
When Wen Shu was a child, she loved everything, especially animals. She feels that this is natural and will not change even when she grows up.
But Wensu's expression just now was full of wariness, fear, and a kind of... disgust.
How could her daughter show such emotions?
For no reason, Jiang Lingyu felt a little depressed, as if something was covering her and she couldn't break through it. She took a deep breath, turned a corner, and went to the Buddhist hall.
Wensu stood there and glanced at Chili Pepper, which was tied to a rope. It barked at her. She was startled and patted her heart to relieve herself.
She clenched the painting so hard that it almost broke.
Jiang Shu returned to his original place, but it was empty except for the nanny cleaning.
She warned: "Please help me tell your young madam that I am leaving first."
The nanny nodded respectfully, and then said warmly: "Ms. Jiang walked out of Wen's house. Someone will see you off."
Jiang Shu was surprised. She didn't think the Wen family was so kind to send her away.
The rain had stopped, and the sun was pouring through the clouds. In front of Wen's house, the bougainvillea was blooming in full swing. Jiang Shu squinted his eyes, walked out for a distance, and suddenly saw a big G parked there.
The license plate number is publicized.
Jiang Shu's eyebrows jumped.
This car must have been driven by Mo Yi, because he got off the driver's seat and walked over directly, "I mean, I want you to get in the car."
Jiang Shu sneered, "I don't understand the world of rich people. Where is the car he drove?"
Mo Yi answered bravely: "Miss Wen said she liked it, so she stayed at the Wen family."
Jiang Shu touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "6."
Mo Yi didn't dare to speak anymore.
Jiang Shu took a deep breath and finally walked over and got in the car.
There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the car, which matches the man's aura and exudes majesty in the silence.
She didn't look at him, "The Wen family's nanny is also yours, Fu Shiyan, you are so clever."
No wonder he gets the news so quickly every time.
In the peripheral vision, the man's face was gloomy, almost pathologically gloomy, "You have to be careful when doing things, just like if I were you, I wouldn't see Zhou Liangqi in the middle of the night."
He got it.
When it came to matters with Zhou Liangqi, Jiang Shu always felt a little indebted to him. She froze and went straight to the point, "Where is Lao Jiang?"
Fu Shiyan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze fell on her bruised wrist, and he asked playfully, "When did I say that I knew where he was?"
Jiang Shu covered the wound caused by the pepper with his backhand, and said anxiously, "You clearly said, Fu Shiyan, don't play with me, this matter is very important to me."
Fu Shiyan took his time, stretched out his cold hands, held her wrist, and forced her to turn it over.
His eyes were long and slender, and they should be full of romance, but there was a strong sense of oppression. "There are just clues, but I'm not sure yet."
"Tell me, I can find it myself!" Jiang Shu pressed hard, frowning, not bothering to care about the contact between him and herself.
Fu Shiyan ignored her, took out a band-aid from the storage box, and put it on her hand.
It's impossible to say anything he doesn't want to say.