"He's handsome, has excellent medical skills, and is a good person."
"Oh." Jiang Jianhuan was quite surprised. After all, Zhao Zhao had always regarded men as nothing and only had eyes for her male god. This was the first time he had heard such high praise from her.
"Have you fallen for someone else?"
"What do you mean by 'falling in love with someone else'!" Zhao Zhao glared at her, annoyed.
"My feelings for Su Mo are one of admiration, worship, and respect! As for Bai Qiu..."
"Love between men and women?"
"Hey, don't say anything." Zhao Zhao pushed her away helplessly.
"That's judging from an ordinary person's perspective. He's not even in the same league as my idol!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Bai Qiu emerged from the kitchen carrying dishes and stood not far away. He gave Zhao Zhao a cool look and let out a cold laugh.
The plate in his hand was slammed heavily onto the table.
Zhao Zhao instinctively shuddered.
Chapter 61
After all the food was served, everyone sat down around the table.
At the long table, Jiang Jianhuan sat on either side of Su Mo and Zhao Zhao, with Bai Qiu diagonally opposite him, directly facing Zhao Zhao.
Everyone started eating, and Zhou You picked up a chicken wing and casually asked...
"Why isn't Lao Jian here? Does he have a commercial performance?"
"Yes, I heard you got a wedding planner today," Su Mo replied, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, where's your fiancée? I didn't see you bring her today."
"What fiancée?" Zhou You waved his hand, then took a bite of a chicken wing. "Girlfriend. We broke up because of personality clashes."
"Hmm! These chicken wings are good. Who made them?"
“Bai Qiu.” As soon as Su Mo finished speaking, everyone’s eyes fell on Bai Qiu, and Zhou You patted him on the shoulder.
"Great, your cooking skills have improved again."
Bai Qiu smiled. Zhao Zhao secretly glanced at him, a meatball still in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, her whole face almost buried in the bowl.
While Zhao Zhao was furtively looking around, Bai Qiu caught her gaze and stared at her. Startled, Zhao Zhao immediately buried her head again and ate a couple of mouthfuls of white rice.
He sneered inwardly again.
After finishing their meal, the group chatted for a while before preparing to leave. Zhao Zhao, limping, hopped to the door to see her off.
"Oh, by the way, Auntie called me a couple of days ago," Jiang Jianhuan whispered to her.
“I told her that you’re staying with me temporarily, just to relax and clear your head. I told her not to keep arguing with me, and to have a proper talk with me.”
"Okay, I understand." Zhao Zhao responded more obediently than anyone else, but he was also more scheming than anyone else.
She came out this time to have a cold war with her family. Although she came mostly to see Su Mo, she also wanted to escape the pressure from her family. Poor Jiang Jianhuan was caught in the middle and was exhausted.
"Then I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."
"Be careful on the road." Zhao Zhao waved sweetly at her.
Seeing that face was rounder and fairer than before, and her complexion was noticeably better, Jiang Jianhuan went back with peace of mind.
For the next few weekends, Jiang Jianhuan went there. When Zhao Zhao's leg was almost healed after the cast was removed, she actually went on a trip with Bai Qiu.
She had been living abroad and was very curious about China's landscape culture. When she heard that Bai Qiu had just taken his annual leave, the two of them decided to keep each other company.
Jiang Jianhuan felt something was off. Could it really be such a coincidence?
She happened to see Zhao Zhao's landscape photos on her WeChat Moments. It was a nine-grid photo, five of which were of her. They were beautiful and refreshing. It was the first time Jiang Jianhuan had ever seen Zhao Zhao so pretty.
She simply couldn't believe it.
Hearing her remark, Su Mo leaned over, glanced at her, and spoke casually and matter-of-factly.
“Bai Qiu studied photography in college, so this level should be very easy for him.”
"Oh my god." Jiang Jianhuan exclaimed in surprise. "I should have asked Bai Qiu to take some photos for me too."
Su Mo narrowed her eyes, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "My photos were pretty good too."
"It's alright." Jiang Jianhuan was still staring at Zhao Zhao's photos, zooming in and out again, examining the colors, background, and facial expressions—they all looked perfect.
"Bai Qiu's photos are really beautiful."
"..." Su Mo snatched the phone from her hand and snorted softly.
"...What are you doing?"
Su Mo pressed the side button and closed the phone screen.
After the screen went black, he stuffed his phone under the blanket to cover it up completely.
"Stop playing on your phone and talk to me properly."
"......"
"say what."
"You do the math, how long has it been since we had a proper chat?" Su Mo questioned. Jiang Jianhuan thought for a moment, feeling slightly guilty.