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

When Mr. Jiang was young, he was also an educated youth. For a period of time, he loved brush painting, otherwise he would not have attracted Grandma Jiang so much at once.

"I don't know about that. Grandpa is curious too? My dad is curious too. How could Second Uncle, who has such high standards, praise a painting to the sky?"

Mrs. Jiang listened for a while and said, "Xiaoyu will graduate soon, I miss them a lot after not seeing them for a few months."

Yuan Qing smiled and said: "We'll see you tomorrow!"

Song Zhiyu looked at the pile of things in front of him and rubbed his forehead with a headache, while Song Zhiwan, who was sitting opposite him, was still chattering.

"Brother, this is a telescopic knife, I bought it especially for you, and this, a locator, and also, anti-wolf spray. Although I know you may not need it, but just in case!"

Song Zhishu's calm face showed a rare smile: "Xiao Wan, you are so thoughtful."

After hearing this, Song Zhiwan became even more excited.

"Oh, now that you know how good I am, you should be thankful to have such a caring sister like me." As she said this, she shook her head with self-emotion.

Song Zhiyu looked at the anti-wolf spray in his hand and said expressionlessly: "You should keep it for yourself."

"No! Second brother, I bought this especially for you. You said you were going to Country H. It's so dangerous out there. You have to prepare some things to protect yourself."

"puff"

Xie Xianqing couldn't help laughing out loud, and successfully earned a roll of the eyes from Song Zhiwan.

"Xiao Wan, your brother is very skilled, there's really no need for pepper spray or anything like that."

Xie Xianqing was not exaggerating. Even if Song Zhiyu did not work in this profession, as a child of the Song family, he had been well trained since childhood to prevent some people from harboring bad intentions. Not to mention that Song Zhiyu was a military doctor and his marksmanship was first-rate. Of course, it was not just the Song family. Xie Xianqing and Jiang Ci also had some skills.

"Your brother's skills and marksmanship are so amazing that even the soldiers out there may not be as good as him."

Song Zhiwan knew it, but as a younger sister, she just hoped that she could do her best, just in case such a small thing could help him. But after listening to Xie Xianqing's words, she still hung her head and said reluctantly: "Okay, then I won't bring it."

At this time, Song Zhiyu took the retractable knife beside him and weighed it in his hand. It was a bit heavy, but quite small.

"I'll take this. You can keep the pepper spray. Since you've already bought it, don't return it. You never know what you might need it for. "

Seeing that the other party accepted one anyway, Song Zhiwan immediately smiled and said in a flattering way: "Okay!"

"By the way, second brother, when are you going to Yuncheng?"

Song Zhiyu was processing the files in the computer and said without raising his head: "Wait for the results of Aqi's examination tomorrow and leave the day after tomorrow." After all, it was almost time for him to leave.

Song Zhishu put down his phone and listened to this. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Xiao Wan, are Grandpa Jiang and the others going back to North City soon?"

Song Zhiwan fiddled with the eavesdropping device in his hand, looked up and said, "Well, I heard from Ah Ci that he will be home tomorrow."

Grandpa Jiang? Song Zhiyu remembered that every year at this time, Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang would go out for a few months. Calculating the time, they would be back soon.

"Then I'll pay them a visit some other day." Song Zhiyu said, "I'm not sure when I'll be back, so if it's not possible, Big Brother and Xiao Wan can go and say hello to the two old people for me."

Song Zhishu nodded in agreement. When they were young, their parents were busy with work, and their grandparents were abroad. For convenience, the three siblings often went to the Jiang family, and the two old people in the Jiang family were very kind to them. It can be said that they were like half grandchildren.

"Don't worry, second brother. Just leave it to me and my eldest brother."

Song Zhiyu glanced at the watch on his hand, and seeing that it was almost time, he put on his coat and said, "I'm going to the hospital first."

At this time, Song's mother also came out of the kitchen, holding a thermos box in her hand. Judging from the size, it should be dinner for two people.

"I asked my aunt to prepare this. You can take it to the hospital. It's time to let the little girl eat more nutritious food to replenish her body." Song Zhiyu took the thermal box, and Xie Xianqing beside him also stood up.

"Let's go, let's go together. I have to go back too, or my dad will nag me again."

After Song's mother sent the two away, she was about to go back to the kitchen to continue studying the recipe when she saw Song Zhiwan looking thoughtful, which she found a little funny.

"Xiao Wan, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Song Zhiwan ignored their laughter. His mind was full of thoughts: the watch on Song Zhiyu's hand looked so familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere. Who was it?

North City Hospital——

Jiang Qie touched the watch on his hand and stared at the paper in front of him. The paper showed a dress, or more precisely, a suit and a dress.

I returned to the ward in the afternoon. It was not time for lunch yet and I didn’t want to play with my phone, so I asked the nurse for some A4 paper and a pen. At first I just drew casually, but suddenly an inspiration came to my mind and I wanted to draw it quickly.

In fact, Jiang Qie had never designed clothes before, so the sudden inspiration this time was a bit unexpected for her.

"What's missing?"

Because it’s my first time drawing, I still feel a little bit lacking.

"Ah Qie."

"Brother." Jiang Qie looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man was holding a large thermos box in his hand. It seemed that he was cooking for himself again.

"What are you drawing?"

Song Zhiyu discovered that when Jiang Qie had nothing to do, he would either do homework or draw. Looking at the papers on the table, the first few were just ordinary landscape sketches and character drafts, but the last one was...

"Are you designing clothes?" Song Zhiyu was a little surprised because he had never heard Jiang Qie say that he could design.

Jiang Qie nodded, then shook his head and said, "I just drew it when I suddenly thought of it. It was just a casual drawing."

"Can you show it to me?"

Jiang Qie remembered that Pei Yun once said that Song Zhiyu was also involved in the design of her dress, so he should understand design.

Song Zhiyu took the draft. He felt that Jiang Qie was too modest. Although it was just a draft, the clothes on the paper were formal and had some sense of design. Few people would design a suit and dress like this. This made Song Zhiyu's eyes light up.

"It's a good design. Ah Qie, you are too modest."

? "Really?" Jiang Qie really didn't expect Song Zhiyu to comment like this. After all, she really just drew a picture casually when inspiration came to her.

Seeing the puzzled expression on the girl's face, Song Zhiyu's eyes curved, and the corners of his lips gradually curved up slightly. He touched the girl's head and said affirmatively: "Really, it's really well designed. If you don't believe me, you can send it to Pei Yun to see."