C13 No One Is Used to Each Other

A notification rang out. The screen lit up and then quickly went out. She was lost in thought as she stared at her phone. The cell phone that was given to Yu An didn't have a password. She could totally unlock it and see what was going on.

But she didn't want to do that. Maybe it was a girlfriend, maybe it wasn't even part of the relationship, and that would be a period of romance, no matter what the situation between them was now, it was a new beginning for Yu An. She should be happy that he had finally come out of the shadow of her sister's death, happy that he could finally live a normal life.

He was not married to his sister, and even if he were, his death would not detain him, legally or morally, from putting himself in a new relationship.

It's a good thing.

Jiang Wenshu shifted his gaze away and opened his phone. He slid a few times. Other than Ling Ling's game invitation and news, there was no other news.

She did not have many friends and was usually a loner. There were no surprises in her daily life, just plain and calm, as if she could see the end of it with a glance. However, after some thought, she was not completely calm.

By the time Yu An returned from shopping, Jiang Wenshu was already asleep. The balcony door was open and she was curled up on the sofa, hugging her arms as she slept restlessly.

He put down his things and squatted beside her, calling out to her, "Ginger, wake up. Go back to your room and sleep."

She slowly opened her eyes, yawned, ruffled her dry hair, looked at the shopping bags on the table, pulled out the tampons, and said good night to him.

"Wait a moment …" Fu Yu An tugged at her. "Let's dry our hair first before sleeping."

Jiang Wenshu ran his hands through his hair again. "It's almost dry."

"I haven't done it yet. If I sleep like this, I might get sick." He sat her down, plugged in the blower, turned on the lower gear, and slowly helped her blow the roots of her hair.

Jiang Wangshu snapped out of his daze and tugged at his sleeve. "I'll do it myself."

"Sit down." She yawned again, caught a glimpse of his cell phone on the table, and reminded him, "Someone sent you a message after you left."

Fu Yu An didn't have much of a reaction, "What did you say?"

Jiang Wang Shu said, "It's someone called Meng Fan. Have you arrived home yet?"

He said no more.

Jiang Wenshu asked again, "Aren't you going to give them back?"

"No need." When he was done, he put away the hair dryer and went to the kitchen to pour himself another cup of hot water.

"My mom said that if you have a new girlfriend, you have to bring it home for her to see. She treats you like half a son."

Fu Yu An asked her, "What about you?"

She was scalded by the water. She covered up his words with a hiss. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." He refused to repeat, "It's getting late. Aren't you still at work tomorrow? "Sleep early, I'll send you off tomorrow morning."

Jiang Wenshu absent-mindedly took the sanitary pad to the bathroom, and after he went back to his room and lay down, he kept thinking about what he had just said. Did he really not hear it clearly? What did he say? It seems to be — What about you?

Ask her opinion? Why did he ask his girlfriend for his opinion? Although he was half a sister to her, but if he married in the future and his wife didn't get along with her, they might not even meet again. Was her opinion that important?

And then he thought, why should I care what he said? She took it to heart when people said it.

Early the next morning, Fu Yuan prepared breakfast, a milk sandwich, but her share was changed to brown sugar ginger tea.

The conversation from yesterday had not produced any results, and he did not insist. She was at this stage, conflicted, anxious to prove herself, having self-confidence was a good thing, but she could not be blindly confident. In the future, she would suffer a little and find out.

When a colleague saw her get off Fu Yuan's car, he walked up to her and greeted, "Morning, the one who just sent you here is your boyfriend, right?"

She said no, "It's me … "Brother."

His colleague smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I said the wrong thing, but seeing how your brother drives that car, his family is definitely not short on money. Why are you still working at this small company?" Experiencing life? "

Jiang Wangshu was disgusted by the way she asked for information that didn't have much EQ, so she forced herself to say, "He's not my blood brother."

The other party was stupefied. After standing in place for a long time, he finally came to a realization: "Oh." Then, he stared at Jiang Wenshu's back and sighed, shaking his head.

She might have fallen asleep in the living room last night, but at the meeting in the morning her head was heavy and she went back to the workstation and took her medicine and started drawing. When she looked up, it was nearly noon and most of the people in the office had already left.

She was not good at interacting with people. Other than the necessary interactions and greetings, there was not a single person who could speak to her during these few days.

Adults' lives were complicated and simple. They were all busy with earning money, and no one could spare the time to make friends in the office. If they could chat, they would have a meal together.