Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

With a click, she turned on the switch on the wall.

Xiao Jiajia and Wenwen put down their things and left. Lin Zheng picked up his things and just as he straightened up, Jingzhi hugged him tightly from behind.

Old Hu at the opposite door seemed to be worried and came out to pick up the child, but in fact he was standing with his hands on his hips, looking at Lin Zheng from a distance.

In other words, they were staring at each other.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Lin Zheng narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right. "Jingzhi, let's go in. Don't waste Lao Hu's hard work..."

The tone of the word "painstaking" makes him drag it out intriguing.

Jingzhi, who has recovered all her memories, has a deeper understanding of human nature.

How could she not know that the two were fighting with their eyes.

After rubbing Lin Zheng's shoulder with her cheek reluctantly, she buried her chin in his straight shoulder and asked:

"Ah Zheng, can you stay tonight?"

"...!?"

Hearing this, Lin Zheng's light brown pupils suddenly contracted.

Don’t you have to keep your distance from him during the day?

No matter what, even if they are boyfriend and girlfriend, they must live in their own home.

You want him to stay overnight now?

"Is it... not good? I'll make the medicine for you and then leave, okay?"

he said softly.

When it came to leaving, Jingzhi simply tightened her forearms, pushed her hips forward, lifted Lin Zheng off the ground, and threw him into the house.

Before closing the door, he bowed to Lao Hu again.

"Thank you for the meal, I will enjoy it!"

Old Hu was so embarrassed that he could only pull the corners of his mouth.

After saying "no", he raised his hand to cover his forehead, pretending to scratch it, but in fact he was hiding his face which was twisted with jealousy. His heart was about to collapse and he couldn't stop cursing Lin Zheng:

"Nmd Lao Lin! I introduced my sweetheart to you for treatment, and you took advantage of the situation and kidnapped her?!!"

The closed door suddenly opened again.

Old Hu's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Lin Zheng suddenly stuck his head out from behind the door, his eyebrows raised high, revealing his unconcealable pride.

"Old Hu, I'll come play chess with you again when I have time—Hmm!"

Five slender fingers came together, stretched out from behind his neck, and quickly covered his mouth.

Jingzhi's awkward, angry voice drifted along with the gentle evening breeze, blowing from her side to Old Hu, who was five meters away. "What are you showing off for? Come in quickly."

With a "click", the door was carefully closed.

Then, a bright light came on in her dim living room.

Lin Zheng walked to the French window outside the living room and looked at him with a slightly raised lip.

The moment Lao Hu raised his middle finger to him, Lin Zhengzhuang lowered his eyes as if unintentionally, and with a "swish", he closed the gauze curtain.

Old Hu pulled his hand back with force and almost fell backwards in anger.

Little Jiajia walked over and gently held her father's unfriendly finger. "Okay, I'm happy living with Daddy. There's no need to find a new mother for us."

Wenwen looked at the light coming through the gap in the gauze curtain next door and the shadowy figure behind the curtain. She sighed and said:

"I think she seems to like Uncle Lin very much. Dad, there's no hope for you. Give up."

Old Hu was too concerned about his reputation, so he stiffened his neck and said:

"How can a man give up easily before he gets a clear rejection?"

He held the two children's chubby hands, turned around and walked towards the house, gnashing his teeth and slandering his old friend:

"Who would come to a girl's house so late at night? I think he has evil intentions. You are still young, you don't understand."

Jiajia and Wenwen looked at each other, spread their hands at the same time, and sighed silently.

……

the other side.

The little angel in Lin Zheng's heart was spinning, but it was still not visible on his face. Only the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a small arc.

He came to the entrance and picked up the shoe stool by the wall that she had accidentally tripped over.

She picked up the bag of medicinal herbs that she had forgotten on the sideboard.

When Jingzhi thought about the bad things she had done to Lin Ying after she lost her memory, she felt more and more guilty towards Lin Zheng in front of her.

So like a conjoined twin, I followed him almost following in his footsteps.

Lin Zheng turned around and almost bumped into her.

He was secretly delighted, and tentatively, he slowly stretched out his bony right hand towards her.

Jing was stunned for a moment, then she gave him a soft smile and put her left hand on him without hesitation.

Lin Zheng's eyes could no longer be restrained, a satisfied smile overflowed, and the curve of his mouth deepened.

Two hands, one big and one small, each holding the other tighter than the other.

The two walked slowly towards the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Lin Zheng's smile froze and he was completely dumbfounded.

Her kitchen was as clean as a model house, without any smell of cooking fumes. The stove was empty, and the blue plastic film on the range hood had not even been removed.

"How long have you been here?"

"...Uh...five or six years, I can't remember exactly."

He choked, took a breath, and then continued to ask, "...Where are your cooking utensils?"

She scratched her face and muttered awkwardly:

"It's all in the warehouse. I don't know how to...cook."

At least, that was the case before my memories came back.

"……storehouse?"

Lin Zheng repeated the story, and after asking for her consent, he opened her refrigerator in disbelief.

Mineral water, milk, and all kinds of colorful drinks.

Almost filled the entire freezer.

A few wilted tomatoes and lettuces were huddled miserably in the fruit and vegetable drawer under the refrigerator.

Rows of instant sauces are placed vertically on the side of the door.

Next to the sauce was a large stack of slightly curled takeout flyers.

Under Lin Zheng's increasingly serious gaze, Jingzhi touched her nose and, somewhat flatteringly, took down a half-empty jar of soybean paste.

"This is delicious! I could eat half a green belt with it! Do you want to try it?"

“…” Lin Zheng remained silent, a trace of heartache rising in his eyes.

It turns out that she has never eaten any hot dishes in her life, and only eats cold vegetables and fruits every day?

Otherwise, I would definitely order takeout.

Lin Zheng took a deep breath and asked, "Where is the warehouse?"

His face was tense, as if he was suppressing inexplicable anger.

Jingzhi leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat at a loss. "I will eat well in the future, so don't be unhappy."

"It's not that I'm unhappy." Lin Zheng pursed his lips, held her shoulders, looked at her and said:

"From now on, I'll pick you up from get off work. After get off work, you can come to my house for dinner, okay? Eating takeout all the time is not good for your health."

He thought that she would retreat and refuse like she did during the day, and her tone of voice was obviously a bit unsure.

But after Jing was stunned for a moment, she slowly started to smile.

"Okay, Ah Zheng will cook for me."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe again and kissed him symmetrically on the left corner of his mouth.

She slowly stepped back, and Lin Zheng covered the remaining warmth on his face, and his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.

The insecurity and heartache frozen in his eyes were all replaced by shame and satisfaction in one day.

……