"It seems that Zhou Wenguang's data collection ability needs to be improved," Jiang Zhao snorted, "Since you have all found Siyin's head, why don't you investigate it more carefully?" ”

Song Muchen frowned: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Slender fingers climbed the man's shoulder, Jiang Zhao raised his eyes: "Siyin is a film and television director, do you know what this means?" ”

"That's right, a small student, even if he works and studies part-time and soaks in various crews all year round, the people he comes into contact with are far from being compared with the young owners of Xinghan Entertainment Company. But you have to know that often the most exciting and detailed news is in the hands of these low-level paparazzi. ”

"I want to get to know you through her, is there any problem?"

Jiang Zhao saw Song Muchen's expression stiffen for a moment, she sneered, and pushed the man out with her fingers: "I know, since the day I said I liked you, you have been constantly doubting me, even if I have been wronged for you, you have not stopped this doubt for a moment." ”

"Still, I'm willing to stay with you, even if I'm now a shrew who can only be yin and yang because of jealousy, I'm still willing to stay with you."

"But Song Muchen, I've had enough now, I don't want to go on like this."

Jiang Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him calmly: "I don't want to love you anymore." ”

After she finished speaking, she didn't look at Song Muchen again, strode past him and opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Zhao's voice alarmed Aunt Liu on the first floor, and when she saw Jiang Zhao running downstairs with tears on her face, she didn't even have time to take off her apron, so she chased after her twice.

"Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, where are you going when it's dark?"

Jiang Zhao didn't reply: "You can go anywhere, anyway, this is not the place I should come to." ”

Aunt Liu grabbed her stiffly: "Miss Jiang, you calm down, it's common for husbands and wives to quarrel and quarrel." If there is a problem, we will solve it, and if we can't encounter a problem, we will run out, you say yes or no. ”

Jiang Zhao struggled twice and did not break free, and sat on the floor in general. She covered her face with her hands, and her voice choked: "What husband and wife, in his eyes, I am just a thing, a thing that doesn't let him lose face in front of Sister Wei Lan!" ”

Seeing that Jiang Zhao was just throwing a tantrum, Aunt Liu breathed a sigh of relief and gently stroked her back to comfort: "I know you are angry in your heart, but you can't toss yourself like this." ”

Jiang Zhao covered his face and didn't move, he didn't speak, he only cried.

Aunt Liu glanced at the figure behind the railing on the second floor, and sighed helplessly: "Listen to Aunt Liu'er's advice, get up first......"

Jiang Zhao slowly raised his head: "Aunt Liu, can I live with you tonight." ”

Aunt Liu looked at Jiang Zhao's face full of tears, but she couldn't say anything if she refused.

The nanny room is located on the basement floor, although there are two or three vacant rooms, but usually only Aunt Liu and the old housekeeper live here.

Jiang Zhao sat on the bed, watching Aunt Liu go in and out to pack up her things, and his expression was a little confused: "I'm sorry Aunt Liu, I'm so troublesome to you." ”

Aunt Liu put down the quilt and sat next to Jiang Zhao with a smile: "It's not troublesome, it's just that the house here has never been inhabited, and it's still underground, I'm afraid you won't be used to it." ”

Jiang Zhao stroked the soft sheets, his expression full of nostalgia: "When I was a child, I often lived with my father in the staff dormitory of Ningda, which was a very small bungalow, the windows were small and breathable and damp, it was really uncomfortable anywhere." ”

"Compared to there, this side couldn't be better."

Aunt Liu'er's expression was a little pity: "I have also heard about Professor Jiang, at that time, Mr. Song and his wife regretted it for a while, but it was a pity that ......" She paused and held Jiang Zhao's fingers, "You and Xiaochen are poor children." ”

Jiang Zhao's eyes moved slightly: "I also vaguely remember some things about Mr. Song's husband and wife, but I was too young back then, and I only remember a few words." ”

"Although this is a bit hypocritical to say," Jiang Zhao raised the corners of his lips weakly, "But I have always liked Song Muchen so desperately, but I just feel that we have a common experience." ”

"I understand very well what it feels like to lose a loved one, and I feel sorry for him."