Wang Yingjun hummed and asked the other party if it was inconvenient without any pretense.
Although the two of them had no feelings at all, they had a bond because of what happened last night. Whether it was to compensate her or something else, sending her home was the right thing to do.
In this way, the two of them were speechless all the way.
Although many years have passed, Wang Yingjun still clearly remembers the way home. It was a pretty high-end community, and her home was one of the few villas in it.
After registering the visitor information, the two entered the community and walked along the familiar road. Wang Yingjun's eyes were filled with memories.
People passing by, whether walking, driving, or riding, couldn't help but look at her twice.
Because she is so beautiful that no one can ignore her.
Wang Yingjun turned a blind eye to these glances, and she didn't have many distracting thoughts in her heart.
Before I came back, I always thought I was timid about being close to home. But now that I'm back, I realize how eager I am to go home.
Her pace quickened a bit, but she felt uncomfortable and frowned slightly from time to time.
"Go slowly, there is still a lot of time." Jiang Zhihao said.
Wang Yingjun's face turned slightly red, but she still slowed down slightly at his request.
Not long after, the two arrived at the villa area. Wang Yingjun pointed to the three-story building not far ahead and said, "That's my home."
There was a smile on her face. Jiang Zhihao nodded and said cooperatively: "It looks good."
"When we were renovating, I made a lot of suggestions. I planted many of the flowers in the yard, and they should all have grown into shape now," Wang Yingjun said.
She seemed to be using words to help herself ease her inner discomfort. Jiang Zhihao could understand and followed, "Those flowers must be beautiful when they bloom."
Wang Yingjun walked over with a smile. When they got near the gate, they heard a cry: "Dad, I want to eat KFC!"
Wang Yingjun was startled. She stopped and looked at the window of the villa with a pale face.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows have no curtains, so you can clearly see the scene inside.
She saw her father and her mother. They hadn't seen each other for five years, and nothing seemed to have changed between them.
The only change was that the father picked up a little boy, who looked about four or five years old.
It was this little boy who put his arms around his father's neck and called him daddy.
"I like daddy the most! Let's go eat KFC!" the little boy's cheerful voice reached his ears.
Wang Yingjun's face turned even paler and she took a few steps back.
Her body was trembling, and she glanced around the courtyard. In the dozens of square meters of the courtyard, there were some slides, swings, bicycles, footballs and basketballs. There were everything, but there were no flowers.
The wooden fence she put up with her own hands has been replaced with ceramic tiles and walls, with many graffiti of cartoon characters painted on them, making the place look like a kindergarten.
None of the flowers she planted remained.
The door opened and the parents came out holding the child.
Wang Yingjun quickly turned around, pulled Jiang Zhihao and left.
When she came, she walked very fast for a while, but when she left, she walked even faster than that.