Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

At lunch time, Doudou, the local boss, took Jingzhi to a nearby restaurant.

After ordering a few dishes, Jingzhi immediately grabbed the waiter who was about to leave and removed two spicy dishes.

Doudou had a look on his face that said "I got you" and said in a somewhat cocky tone:

"What? You can't eat spicy food? Spicy chicken is so delicious, why don't you eat it?"

The tone was a little exaggerated, but Jingzhi was not panicked at all.

She grabbed Doudou's hand, turned it upwards, and began to take her pulse.

Doudou was still happily immersed in the joy that she finally had someone better than her, and even joked:

"Just tell me you can't eat spicy food, and I won't laugh at you."

Jingzhi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked a series of soul-searching questions:

"Have you been feeling upset lately?"

"Do you often get closed comedones or pimples on your forehead?"

"Do your gums bleed easily, even when you brush gently?"

Doudou's eyes widened, "How did you know?"

Her eyes moved to the three slender fingers on her wrist. After a long pause, she squeezed out a sentence:

"You said on your resume that you know Chinese medicine, is that true?"

Jingzhi withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, "Why would I lie to you? This kind of thing can't be faked."

Doudou started to get anxious. "What should I do? Am I sick?"

Seeing that she was so anxious that her nose was sweating and she was holding her hand tightly, Jingzhi withdrew one hand and gently patted the back of her hand.

"It's nothing serious. It's just a heat buildup in your lungs and stomach. Just avoid spicy food for a few days and drink more herbal tea."

"Oh, by the way, my liver fire is a bit strong. Remember to be less angry, otherwise..."

It always makes people panic when the doctor pauses.

"No, otherwise what, Sister Jingzhi, don't scare me!"

The word "sister" even came out, it seems she was really scared.

"I tend to suffer from insomnia and have many dreams."

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not worried about insomnia." Doudou patted his chest.

Jingzhi laughed, "Insomnia can lead to hair loss~"

"Ah???" Doudou's emotions were in turmoil. She covered her hair with her hands and shook her head. "I'm not angry anymore. I don't want to be bald!"

"Ding dong~"

The text message ringtone on the mobile phone rang, and Jingzhi paused in his teasing of the cute girl. He took out the new mobile phone he bought yesterday and took a look.

It's an unknown number.

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【Will you come back for lunch? 】

Jingzhi narrowed her eyes slightly. She left a note this morning, and the only people who saw it were Zhu Ba, Zhu Jiu, and A Xiang.

She typed for a long time, then deleted it. After typing for a long time, only two words were left on the green screen.

【Who are you? 】

Zhu Jiu was sitting in the dining room at home, looking at a table full of sumptuous meals prepared by Aunt Huang, when he heard his cell phone ringing.

He ignored Ah Xiang and Zhu Ba's gossiping looks and took it out of his pocket with a stern face to take a look.

Oh, when she didn't know it was him, her tone was still quite rude.

This is good, at least she doesn't have to worry about being bullied when she's alone outside.

He only uses his phone to answer customer calls and rarely uses it to send text messages.

If he wasn't afraid that she was still in class and would disturb her, he wouldn't have sent the text message.

Zhu Jiu typed a few words clumsily.

【Hello, I'm Zhu Jiu.】

After thinking about it, saying hello seemed too strange, since we are not strangers.

I wanted to delete the first two words, but because I didn't know how to do it, I deleted the entire row of words.

Zhu Jiu pursed his lips, put on a stern face, and typed a few words slowly.

【I am Zhu Jiu.】

When Jingzhi saw the four square words on the phone, her eyes curved with smile.

Doudou sneaked over to take a look, "Who is Zhu Jiu? Your boyfriend?"

She was smiling so charmingly, it must be her.

Unexpectedly, Jingzhi denied it, "No, he is my landlord."

She immediately saved Zhu Jiu's number.

Remarks: AAA01 Villa Landlord

Doudou picked up a piece of green vegetable with disdain and said speechlessly, "The landlord sent you text messages, either asking for rent or utilities. Why are you smiling so frivolously? Do you have too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

"Is there?" Jingzhi touched his face, his eyes never leaving the phone screen.

"Ding dong~"

Maybe she hadn't replied for too long, and another text message came in.

Letter from the landlord of Villa No. AAA01.

She clicked on it and saw the same sentence.

【Are you coming back for dinner? 】

Hey, he cares about her.

Jingzhi replied to him quickly with a smile.

[No, the other teachers are treating me to a meal.]

When he saw this text message, he couldn't help but type a few words.

【Men and women, don’t be fooled】

This sentence... seems to be a bit too worrying.

Zhu Jiu thought about it, pressed the x key a few times, deleted all those words, and replaced them with one word.

【Oh. 】

Oh what? Oh shit.

Jingzhi pressed the power button and put the phone back into her pocket.

Doudou couldn't quite grasp her expression. "Are you...really being asked to pay the rent?"

"...No, let's eat."

Halfway through the meal, Jingzhi was so angry that he took out his phone and quickly changed the note on his phone number. The note was as follows:

[AAA The world's straightest wood]

……

On the other side, Zhu Jiu did not put the mobile phone into his pocket, but placed it on his right hand.

After waiting for a long time, the phone screen had already gone dark, but the familiar "ding dong" sound still did not come.

Ah Xiang touched his rumbling stomach and said aggrievedly, "Uncle, let's eat. I don't think she will come back."

Zhu Jiu suddenly glared at him, "Who said I was texting her? I was texting Mr. Lin who consulted my feng shui last time."

Under the table, Zhu Ba kept kicking A Xiang's feet.

He bet a million that those text messages were definitely sent to Jingzhi. He had never seen his second brother so conflicted.

A Xiang felt even more aggrieved. Now his feet hurt and his stomach was almost starving.

Before he could urge her to say anything more, Zhu Jiu slowly picked up his chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of slightly cool vegetables and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Let's eat."

The voice was slightly lowered, and Axiang's feet immediately suffered again.

His third uncle next to him almost broke his calf with a kick.

Zhu Ba: Look, look quickly, when has his second brother ever been this depressed?!