After they finished getting ready, the two went out.
As Jiang Nan pushed the wheelchair out of the private room, a gust of cold wind swept over her, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
After shaking, he looked at Fu Jingzhou again.
The person was sitting in a wheelchair with a thin blanket covering their knees.
Jiang Nan glanced at it a few more times and said to 771, "Don't you think this blanket is too thin?"
771 was playing with the gold piece he had pried off in his mental space when he suddenly heard Jiang Nan speak to him. The whole ball trembled and almost became a spinning ball.
[Huh? Huh?]
Jiang Nan squinted; "Why are you so flustered?"
771: [No! I'm looking at this collection of lame jokes!]
Its tone was too forceful, like it was trying to hide something obvious.
Fortunately, Jiang Nan's mind wasn't on him; instead, she was staring intently at the thin blanket on Fu Jingzhou's legs.
He muttered to himself, "[I think the blanket on the boss's lap is too thin.]"
771: [Oh!]
Jiang Nan pondered that since the big boss had given him so much money, he should at least give him something in return.
Otherwise, you'll accumulate more and more favors, and you'll soon be unable to repay them.
-
The two walked ahead, unaware that someone was watching them from around the corner.
Shen Anbai crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He had just been wondering how a penniless wretch like Jiang Nan could possibly eat at a place like Tangerine Food Chronicle.
Shen Anbai has been in the entertainment industry for nearly two years and is now quite popular. Including today, he has only eaten at Tangerine Food Chronicle twice.
It's not that he can't afford it, but there's no need to waste money in such an expensive place.
Tangerine Food Chronicle has always been a high-end establishment, with each dish incredibly expensive. Aside from the wealthy who don't care about money, no one would be so bored as to eat at a place like this.
When Shen Anbai saw Jiang Nan's Weibo, he thought it was a staged photo, since such photos are easy to find online.
The first time he met Jiang Nan, this man brought 50,000 yuan to Teacher Mo's house. He smiled with a restrained yet extremely sincere expression, hoping that Mo Cixuan could give him a chance to play a supporting role in a movie.
Mo Cixuan had a very strange temper, so he naturally wouldn't agree and directly had the nanny kick the person out.
It just so happened that it started raining outside.
Jiang Nan didn't bring an umbrella. Before coming, she made a point of tidying herself up, styling her hair, and wearing a sharp suit.
The torrential rain soaked his hairstyle, his pink hair plastered to his head, and his once-impressive and expensive suit was now completely drenched.
He looked as pathetic as a puppy that had crawled out of a trash can.
This was Shen Anbai's first impression of Jiang Nan.
At that time, Shen Anbai, holding an umbrella and wearing a horse-face skirt, passed by Jiang Nan with a calm and composed expression.
His gaze unconsciously fell on Jiang Nan. The boy lowered his head, lost in his own world.
Shen Anbai looked arrogant.
He almost relished the sense of superiority that came from this comparison.
-
From that day on, Jiang Nan never appeared in Shen Anbai's eyes again.
Even knowing he would be on the same show as Jiang Nan, he didn't take her seriously.
But now...
Shen Anbai closed his eyes. He had lost a lot of fans because of the exposure of his relationship, while Jiang Nan was becoming more and more popular, with her number of fans on Weibo already exceeding five million.
Five million isn't a lot, but he's still in his rising phase.
This uncontrollable anxiety had been plaguing Shen Anbai for half a month, and now he finally felt relieved.
He took out his phone and snapped a picture of Jiang Nan and the man in the wheelchair.
Shen Anbai glanced down at the photo. The angle was perfect, capturing Jiang Nan's profile clearly. In contrast, the man in the wheelchair had his head turned to the side, leaving only the back of his head visible in the photo.
It doesn't matter that the man wasn't photographed clearly.
Shen Anbai thought to himself, "No wonder he suddenly became popular; it turns out he latched onto a powerful figure."
--Found an elderly man with mobility issues who was in a wheelchair.
He actually admired Jiang Nan for being able to accept such a strong flavor.
-
When driver Old Yang spotted the two of them, he quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.
Jiang Nan released the wheelchair and watched Fu Jingzhou slowly get into the car, panting heavily.
Fu Jingzhou asked, "Are you very tired?"
"I'm alright," Jiang Nan, clutching her stomach in pain. "I'm just a little short of breath."
Upon hearing this, the man frowned and said, "Is your stomach still upset? I'll take you to the hospital to get it checked out."
He was about to call Shangguan Feng when Jiang Nan took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little short of breath."
Fu Jingzhou's lips twitched. "Why are you short of oxygen again?"
Jiang Nan thought for a moment, "Maybe it's because I haven't been drinking enough water."
Fu Jingzhou pursed his lips and took a bottle of mineral water from the locker. "Have some water."
"Thank you Zhouzhou." Jiang Nan smiled broadly, took the bottled water, and got into the car from the other side.
As soon as she sat down, Jiang Nan smelled a faint sandalwood scent, the smell of car air freshener.
He buried his face in Fu Jingzhou's arms. There was a faint smell of laundry detergent and some men's cologne.
Fu Jingzhou doesn't smoke much, so he doesn't smell of smoke at all. The other miscellaneous smells mixed together are strangely pleasant.
Jiang Nan took a deep breath and said, "I smelled a gas, and I feel much better instantly."
Fu Jingzhou raised an eyebrow. "What gas?"
Jiang Nan said seriously, "You're so handsome."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
The driver in the front seat Old Yang, clutched his chest, his mouth almost reaching his ears in a wide grin, thinking, "Their young mistress's flirting skills are getting better and better."
-
After returning home, Jiang Nan was just about to relax on the sofa when she suddenly received a call from Zhu Xia.
He slowly took out his phone, looked at the three words " GG Bond " in the caller ID, and fell into deep thought.
He lamented to 771, "[Once upon a time, GG Bond was my idol. Now, when I see those three words, I just want to shout, ' Jianqiu, my head hurts so much!'"
771 was speechless. He had fallen into a mysterious silence ever since Jiang Nan said "You're so handsome" in the car.
If I had known this would happen, I would have tied it to a dog and never gotten involved with Jiang Nan.
That's the worst luck imaginable.
Jiang Nan answered the phone just before the last ring.
"Hello?"
Zhu Xia gave a cold laugh, her voice as calm as possible. "What did you eat tonight?"
Jiang Nan a little guilty. "I didn't eat."
Zhu Xia: "So the photos you posted on Weibo are fake?"
Jiang Nan said seriously, "How could that be? I never show off."
"So you mean you ordered the food, took pictures, but didn't eat it in the end?" Zhu Xia asked, emphasizing each word.
"I ate it," Jiang Nan was about to explain.
Suddenly, Zhu Xia's exasperated roar came through the earphones, "Do you think people are stupid just because they don't get angry?"
Jiang Nan said aggrievedly, "I didn't!"
771 saw through his thoughts and silently said, "[You're not treating her like a fool, you're just treating her like GG Bond.]"
Jiang Nan kicked the Little Black Ball away and explained, "I ate some, then threw it all up, and now my stomach is completely empty."
Zhu Xia paused, her voice softening slightly. "Really?"
Jiang Nan said, "Really."
Zhu Xia coughed, "Keep it this way from now on. It's best not to eat staple foods at night, to lose some weight. There's a show to record in two weeks, so keep yourself in shape."
Jiang Nan frowned. "What program?"
Zhu Xia said, "It's the one I mentioned last time."