Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

"Mom, how do you know that Ayu has a girlfriend? I'm not the only one who doesn't know!" Jiang Yu was a little furious that such an important matter was hidden from him.

Ji Shu smiled and shook her head, saying: "I'm not hiding it from you alone. Your father doesn't know either." As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang's father, who was looking at everyone with an innocent face. What did he know? He was not the kind of gossipy person.

"But I am really curious about this little girl."

Everyone: “…” You just said no to gossip.

Song Zhiwan sighed. When it comes to curiosity and gossip, no one can compare to her. But when she thought of Song Zhiyu's protective nature, she got a headache.

"Uncle, I think you might as well hope that you and Ah Qie have a deeper bond. Maybe you'll meet by chance someday. Anyway, my brother is not reliable and I'd rather hide him away."

Seeing Song Zhiwan pouting and complaining, Jiang Ci said with a smile, "Your brother is afraid that you will scare others. After all, it's not easy to meet someone you like, and it would be bad if they scare them away."

Song Zhiwan: "...Thank you."

Inside the Yiyuan Villa——

Jiang Qie sat on the floor of the living room, still covered with the blanket Song Zhiyu gave her, staring at a piece of white paper in a daze.

The nanny came over with a plate of fruit and saw the girl sitting on the floor in a daze. "Miss Jiang, the floor is cold. Please sit on the sofa."

"It's okay, it's not cold."

The floor was covered with carpets long before Jiang Qie arrived, as if the owner of the house had planned to bring her here.

"By the way, Miss Jiang, your cell phone fell on the table in the restaurant, so I brought it to you. It seemed like someone called you just now, but I was about to call you when you hung up." Jiang Qie took the phone and looked at the missed calls displayed on it. It was another unfamiliar number.

During this period, Jiang Qie received a lot of missed calls, all from numbers that Zhou Qian got from somewhere. At first, Jiang Qie blocked a few of them, but later it was too troublesome so she just muted her phone. Anyway, she remembered all the important phone numbers.

"Thank you. Go ahead and do your work."

Song Zhiyu went downstairs with his laptop and saw the girl sitting on the floor writing and drawing. He frowned, walked up to her and carried her to the sofa.

"?!" Jiang Qie subconsciously pushed his elbow back, but the man was faster and grabbed the girl's arm directly, saying helplessly: "Aqie, it's me."

Jiang Qie suddenly relaxed her grip. She was not used to someone suddenly touching her from behind. In fact, she had already reacted when she smelled the familiar scent, but the man's reaction was faster.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Song Zhiyu was half bent over at this moment, and Jiang Qie looked up at him slightly.

But the other party didn't say anything, just smiled and touched her head: "The ground is cold, don't sit for so long next time."

Jiang Qie didn't think it was a big deal. The carpet on the floor was very comfortable. She had even sat on concrete floors before, so this was nothing.

"It's not cold actually. The carpet has already been laid out."

He sat down next to the girl, glanced at the drawings on the table, listened to what the girl said, and said, "Even if you lay a carpet, it's still a floor. It will be cold."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Renxing said that he was just listening and would do it again next time.

"Do you need to paint again? Your shoulder isn't fully healed yet, so you should stay still."

Jiang Qie then realized that the man had picked up the drawing she had placed on the table. "Well, the school will have an exhibition on New Year's Day, and each class must present some works. I signed up to participate. Don't worry, my shoulder didn't move much, and it's already much better. I know my limits."

"Yeah, okay. By the way, I didn't congratulate you yesterday."

Jiang Qie was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was talking about the commissioning of the new machine, and said, "Do you want to congratulate me for this?"

"Of course." Song Zhiyu took out a watch from his pocket like a magician, pulled Jiang Qie's hand over, and put it on gently, "This is a reward."

Jiang Qie's original watch had cracks on the dial because of the fight in the alley last time. Jiang Qie never had high requirements for these things, as long as he could tell the time. Song Zhiyu actually noticed the cracks on Jiang Qie's watch when he was in the hospital, so he bought this watch and gave it away at this opportunity.

The watch is very nice, and there is even a diamond inlaid inside the dial. It is Song Zhiyu's work, so the diamond should be real and the watch should not be cheap.

Song Zhiyu looked at it carefully and smiled with satisfaction: "Well, it really suits you."

"Brother, this is too expensive. Actually, my old watch is still usable."

Song Zhiyu knew Jiang Qie would refuse, so he picked up the old watch he had just replaced and said, "Then take this one instead."

"But..." Jiang Qie wanted to say something, but the other party had already put the watch into his pocket. The handsome man looked at her with a gentle smile in his eyes. Jiang Qie quickly withdrew her hand. She felt that she couldn't watch any longer: "Okay, anyway, it's your fault."

Song Zhiyu retracted his gaze and said softly, "Not a loss."

The voice was not loud, but Jiang Qie was sitting only a fist's distance away from him, so he could hear the two words clearly.

It really is, it’s terrible.

Just as Song Zhiyu was about to return the drawing to the girl, he saw her stand up and go to the kitchen.

Jiang Qie was wearing a dress today, which was rare. The length of the dress just reached the girl's knees, revealing a pair of slender white calves. Because she had been covered with a blanket, Song Zhiyu didn't notice it. Song Zhiyu glanced at her back, then quickly retracted his gaze, leaned on the sofa, and leaned on the computer, but his attention was not focused. When Jiang Qie sat down again with a glass of water, he saw the man with his eyes closed.

Curiously asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl moved slightly closer, and the faint fragrance from her body stimulated Song Zhiyu's olfactory nerves. She opened her eyes and touched his upper palate with his tongue. After a moment's silence, he seemed to suppress the restlessness in his heart and sighed helplessly, "Grow up quickly." Without waiting for Jiang Qie to react, he took the blanket beside him and wrapped the girl up again. After making sure that only her head was exposed, he went upstairs with satisfaction.

"???" Jiang Qie just felt a little confused. She was eighteen years old and already an adult, although she was indeed a few years younger than the man.

The mission to Country H has been finalized, Jiang Qie's matter has been successfully completed, and the scheduled time to return to Yuncheng is about to arrive, so Song Zhiyu plans to find time to go back home.