Wang Yingjun lowered her head and said: "How could it not have any impact? I know you are a very powerful person now. People will pass by here every day and ask about you. Someone came to me a few days ago and said they wanted to buy a house."
Jiang Zhihao frowned slightly when he heard this. Someone asked Wang Yingjun to buy a house?
The house purchase and sale was not a problem, the problem was that he did not want strangers to disturb Wang Yingjun.
Jiang Zhihao turned to look at Murong Lanyi, who shrugged and said: "You just said that she needs someone to protect her, and you didn't say that she was prohibited from contacting others. If you need it, I can let them do this."
Jiang Zhihao hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head and said: "Forget it, contact with outsiders is not a big problem."
Wang Yingjun has lost her memory now, and she doesn’t know when she will recover it.
She is extremely insecure now, so giving her more exposure to society will help improve her ability to integrate into society.
Jiang Zhihao knew that he could not stay with her 24 hours a day, or even care as much as before, because the two of them were destined to be separated and could not be together.
In this case, it is most important to cultivate Wang Yingjun's independent ability as early as possible.
Wang Yingjun also understands this. She is indeed adapting to this strange world on her own now, but she does not dare to go out often out of inner fear.
Even if you want to buy fertilizer, you have to ask the people at the property management for help.
After replacing the fertile soil, Jiang Zhihao helped move the unnecessary soil to other places.
Wang Yingjun washed her hands and then asked him: "Should you do it here or go to my place?"
"Just right here." Jiang Zhihao said.
Wang Yingjun didn't object, she entered the villa with ease, opened the refrigerator, and took out some ingredients.
"Ms. Zhong and Lingling don't come back much recently. These things may get damaged if they are kept for a long time, so I come over to cook and eat them when I have nothing to do. After I finish eating, I buy new ones to replenish them, so the ingredients are all fresh."
Wang Yingjun explained.
Her movements, tone, and demeanor all seemed cautious, as if she was afraid of being misunderstood.
This kind of caution made Jiang Zhihao feel inexplicably distressed.
"You can actually..."
Jiang Zhihao stopped mid-sentence.
Because he knew that the next words were actually not suitable to be truly spoken.
He wanted to say, you can actually stay here without running back and forth.
But this kind of statement can easily lead to ambiguity.
Does he want Wang Yingjun to leave, or does he not want Wang Yingjun to leave? The most important thing is, what will Wang Yingjun herself think?
If Wang Yingjun misunderstood something, it would be difficult to explain.
Wang Yingjun glanced at him and did not ask him what he wanted to say. Perhaps with her intelligence, she had already guessed the answer.
Although she doesn't understand the secular rules, at least Wang Yingjun knows that there should be only one mistress in this villa, and that is Zhong Jiawei.
Entering the kitchen, Jiang Zhihao originally wanted to help, but Wang Yingjun refused.
"Before, you were the one cooking. Recently, I found some recipes and am learning them. They are quite interesting. Doing these things can also prevent yourself from wandering around." Wang Yingjun cut the vegetables skillfully and talked about this period of time.
experience.
She learned how to surf the Internet, but she had no interest in playing games or watching movies. She only listened to songs, looked for recipes, and looked at pictures of strange flowers from around the world.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of life is as boring as retirement for the elderly.