Chapter 174 She's Not So Lazy
Handing the book back to Jiang Wanwan, Zhuo Jiaming held her arm and said softly,

"Well, I'll take you to the school gate first. Let my driver take you to the stop sign."

Jiang Wanwan took out her phone to check the time.

If nothing happened, she could walk to the stop sign.

But her foot was injured, and she seriously doubted whether she could walk to the school gate.

The school has closing hours.

"Then, trouble senior."

Biting her lip, Jiang Wanwan whispered thanks.

She thought about looking for Qiu Lingling, but Qiu Lingling must be on the bus now, and it's not the same way as her.

Caring was with Mu Zhanchen, but she didn't dare to disturb her.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there are no relatives and friends around who can help.

Apart from Qiu Lingling and Caring, she couldn't find anyone else who could help.

Should I say she failed too much, or...

Pressing her lips hard, Jiang Wanwan tried her best to dispel the unreasonable frustration and self-loathing in her heart.

For her depression, Caring and Jiang Jinchuan had already worked very hard.

She can't let them down!

The driver who came to pick up Zhuo Jiaming has been waiting outside.

Seeing him helping a girl out, he drove the car over.

Seeing that the girl seemed to have trouble with her legs and feet, she quickly got out of the car and helped open the rear door.

"No need, I can walk slowly by myself."

Jiang Wanwan shook her head, unwilling to bother others.

I also don't want to spend too much time with people I don't know well.

Although she knew Zhuo Jiaming and knew that he was a good senior.

There are many girls in their class who like Zhuo Jiaming.

During class, they discussed the most about Mu Ziyang and Zhuo Jiaming.

Both of them are handsome and good at studying, and they are both well-deserved male gods.

But in her heart, she already had a crush, a male god.

Of course, compared to Mu Ziyang, she paid more attention to Zhuo Jiaming.

After all, Zhuo Jiaming looks a bit like Cen Bo.

And Cen Bo is her idol.

"Get in the car, I'll ask the driver to take you to the stop sign."

Zhuo Jiaming couldn't help but send her into the back seat, closed the car door, and sat in the passenger seat by himself.

He sat in the front, and he was alone in the back seat.

Jiang Wanwan felt more at ease, and thanked her in a low voice.

Because it is near the school, the stop sign is not very far.

But the bus that Jiang Wanwan had to take only came every half an hour.

The last time, I just walked for less than 5 minutes.

Zhuo Jiaming had never taken that bus, so he didn't know how long it would take.

Helping Jiang Wanwan out of the car, he took a cotton pad from the car and put it on the bench waiting for the car, letting her sit down.

I stood a few steps away and waited with her for the bus.

"Senior, I'm fine. The bus will be here soon. You don't have to wait for me."

Jiang Wanwan felt uneasy by delaying others because of her own affairs.

"It's okay, I live alone, and it's okay to go back too early."

Zhuo Jiaming smiled at her reassuringly, with a gentle demeanor, more and more like Cen Bo.

Perhaps it was this face that made Jiang Wanwan relax.

She didn't say anything after all.

As soon as the two finished speaking, snow suddenly began to fall outside the pavilion where they were waiting for the car.

Zhuo Jiaming was taken aback, this was the first snow this year.

Jiang Wanwan saw it too, and frowned slightly.

The newly sprained foot seemed to hurt even more when it was urged by the cold wind.

Sharp pain, even if it does not touch the ground, it is a constant pain.

When walking, it will only hurt more, and there is no use of force at all.

When I was considering whether to call Caring and ask her to pick me up.

Zhuo Jiaming beside him suddenly said,
"Student, it will be even more difficult to walk when the snow is heavy. I don't think this bus will come here for a while. I'll take you back first."

"Thank you senior, I'm really fine. You go first, I'll call my friend and ask her to come and pick me up."

Jiang Wanwan shook her head and took out her mobile phone.

Find the number you care about and dial it.

It rang for a while before being picked up.

She was about to speak when she heard a deep male voice on the phone.

It was Mu Zhanchen.

"What's up?"

Mu Zhanchen's voice was low, and he seemed more and more indifferent through the radio waves.

Jiang Wanwan felt chills on the back of her neck, panicked, and said, "I made a mistake."

Just hung up the phone.

Looking up and seeing Zhuo Jiaming still standing aside looking at her, Jiang Wanwan bit her lip and lowered her head, "My friend is inconvenient right now."

"Let me see you off. If you're uncomfortable, you can get in the car first. Wait for the driver to take you back before coming here to pick me up."

Zhuo Jiaming's voice was still warm.

He didn't get angry because of Jiang Wanwan's repeated excuses.

Seeing that Jiang Wanwan still wanted to refuse, she glanced at her right foot and said softly,
"You don't know what's going on with your feet. It happens to be tomorrow Saturday, and you can rest at home for two days. If you don't deal with it in time because of the cold, it will be even more serious. You will have to ask for leave next week."

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Wanwan nodded.

"Then thank you, senior."

"It's alright, it's a job."

Hearing her promise, Zhuo Jiaming heaved a sigh of relief, and felt a little joy in his heart for no reason.

-

When Jiang Wanwan called, Caring went upstairs to download the cookbook.

When we talked about the Manchu Banquet yesterday, she asked Zhou Yang to help find the recipe.

Not affected by what happened in school.

The first thing I do when I get home is to go upstairs and turn on the computer in the study.

Download the file sent by Zhou Yang.

The phone was in the bag, and Mu Zhanchen heard the voice.

Seeing that it was Jiang Wanwan, she didn't take it up to show concern, and picked it up casually.

Not long after I hung up the phone, a file titled "Man and Han Banquet" was sent from my phone.

Mu Zhanchen's eyebrows twitched, and it didn't take long to see Caring coming down from the second floor.

"Jiang Wanwan called just now, and I answered it for you, but she said she made a wrong call."

Mu Zhanchen showed the phone to Caring without hesitation, and pressed the screen to turn on.

On the screen of the unlocked mobile phone, the words "file received" are still displayed.

With raised eyebrows, a loose expression, and a low voice that is sexy and provocative, "I really want my brother to be a full banquet, huh?"

Caring wanted to read the address book, but was misled by his words.

Stretching out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips, her black and white eyes lit up with anticipation.

With a "hmm", he unlocked the screen and clicked on the file.

"The first course of the Manchu-Han Banquet, white grilled four treasures. The main ingredients are 250 grams of Shuifa Guangdu, 200 grams of stewed abalone..."

The girl's sweet voice read slowly, without ups and downs, but it was pleasant to hear.

Mu Zhanchen didn't interrupt for a while.

After she finished reading a dish, the lazy and low voice sounded, "There are no ingredients at home."

Except for abalone, none of the ingredients she mentioned were available.

"It's okay, I ordered takeaway and it should be here soon."

Concerned about the time, she ordered takeaway immediately after school.

It said it was delivered in half an hour, so it should be about the same.

"..."

Pretty well prepared.

Picking up the schoolbag that she had just picked up while picking up the phone, Mu Zhanchen planned to see what homework she had this weekend.

Doorbell rang.

Caring is the first step to open the door.

"..."

Mu Zhanchen put down the schoolbag in his hand, resigned himself to find the abalone at home, and prepared the ingredients.

It is only when eating that this little girl is not so lazy.

(End of this chapter)

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