A secret tryst? Her brotherly love triangle backfired.

Chapter 188 "Be good, Wanwan, I'm doing this for your own good."

Since it concerned her health, Jiang Yanzhi had no intention of backing down.

Tang Wanwan's expression wasn't very good, but she still turned the steering wheel and obediently drove home.

She said with a hint of frustration, "You're not allowed to eat anything fancy for the next month. You have to stay home and eat healthy meals with me every day."

"Row."

Given his position, he rarely needs to attend social drinking parties in person anymore.

As for gatherings with brothers.

I already have a girlfriend, so it's fine if I don't go.

Jiang Yanzhi readily agreed and even coaxed her, "After you finish your medicine, you can eat whatever you want."

Tang Wanwan wanted to continue finding fault, but since he had already said all that, it would seem unreasonable for her to be upset if she continued to be unhappy.

As darkness fell, the car drove into the basement.

Tang Wanwan knew where the parking space was.

However, reversing into a parking space is really difficult for a novice driver.

She gripped the steering wheel and tried twice, but couldn't reverse in smoothly.

"Pull the gun all the way to the left, then slowly..."

Jiang Yanzhi stretched out an arm, placing it on the steering wheel as he taught her how to operate it.

This time, it finally got parked in the garage completely intact.

As soon as they got out of the car, Jiang Yanzhi took her hand. "How about I get you a car to drive? ...Off-road vehicles aren't very easy to handle, so let's start with a sedan. What brand do you like?"

“No need,” Tang Wanwan declined. “I’m usually either at school or here with you, so I don’t need to drive at all.”

That's a good reason.

Jiang Yanzhi gave up the idea of ​​giving her the car, but still wanted to please her.

However, after spending these days with her, he had already discovered that Tang Wanwan was not very materialistic.

In terms of food and clothing, the Tang family provided her with very meticulous care, but as for other expenses, she rarely spent any money.

They lack nothing.

There is nothing that cannot be obtained even if one desires it.

He wanted to please her, so he could only start by touching on her hobbies.

He collected famous calligraphy and painting treasures from various places.

I wanted to present her with the best of everything.

Tang Wanwan knew nothing about this.

I ate a bland and tasteless health meal, and it's still early.

After taking a shower, she nestled on the living room sofa, hugging a cushion, and watched TV.

My phone was on the coffee table, constantly vibrating with messages, all from various group chats.

During these days of military training, she met many people, her contact list grew significantly, and she didn't know how many groups she had been invited to.

We were all newly acquainted classmates, so this was the time to be extremely polite and courteous.

Tang Wanwan's principle in dealing with people is to chat more with those she likes and gradually distance herself from those she doesn't, never making enemies.

Unable to bear the constant vibration of her phone, she kicked the man sitting next to her and said, "Hold this for me."

Jiang Yanzhi was peeling lychees for her when he heard this. Without stopping, he gently pried open the bright red lychee shell with his long, slender fingers.

Soon, a crystal-clear piece of fruit was completely peeled out.

It looks very moist.

He raised his hand and stuffed the fruit into her mouth. The sweet taste made Tang Wanwan squint her eyes.

The only downside is that it wasn't chilled.

Jiang Yanzhi casually wiped his fingers with a tissue, took her phone, and then opened his palm, saying, "Spit out the nucleus."

He learned how to take care of his girlfriend without any instruction.

Tang Wanwan was also flattered.

She set all group chat messages to "Do Not Disturb," and made it so that inviting her to the group required her consent before spitting out the fruit pit and saying, "I want more."

Jiang Yanzhi refused to peel it. He lowered his head, kissed the corner of her lips, and said with a smile, "Lychees are considered 'hot' in traditional Chinese medicine. You've already eaten three, so you can't eat any more."

Tang Wanwan: "..."

She glared at him, a little annoyed. "Why are you being so nosy? You can't eat crabs, and you have to limit yourself to a few lychees too." "Don't be angry,"

Jiang Yanzhi kissed her eyes again and sighed softly, "Be good, Wanwan. I'm doing this for your own good."

I'm doing this for your own good...

No one had ever said this to Tang Wanwan before.

She found it jarring.

Her parents gave her plenty of autonomy, so why does he have to control everything she does?

They also have to use the pretext of "it's for your own good."

Is this the PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics that are all the rage online...?

They really are evil capitalists.

She was furious, tilted her head back and gave him a hard bite, "You better behave yourself and stop acting like I'm your dad."

After saying that, Jiang Yanzhi fell silent for a moment, then said speechlessly, "I didn't."

He was just worried about her health, so he paid extra attention to her health; he didn't intend to be her father.

Tang Wanwan gave an "oh" and looked up at him.

His chin was a little red from her biting, and his angular face was full of helplessness, completely losing the aloof image he had when he was outside.

On the first day of school, she already realized how cold and distant this person was.

In the afternoon, he sat at the entrance of the auditorium for a long time, and countless people looked at him, but no one dared to approach him or make a move.

It's as if there's a wall between me and my classmates, like we're from the same world.

The sense of distance is too clear.

Tang Wanwan recalled the 'joking' remarks made by those girls.

My gaze unconsciously began to slide downwards.

Below the jaw is the neck.

Young Master Jiang's Adam's apple was very prominent; even when he was bent over, it was slightly protruding and looked very sexy. Tang Wanwan couldn't resist reaching out and poking it, which resulted in a clear swallowing sound from him.

Tang Wanwan paused slightly, raised her eyelids, and met his gaze.

Before she could speak, Jiang Yanzhi said, "Play if you want."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, like it had a hook, capable of stirring up the impulses in your heart.

They are also exceptionally considerate.

Tang Wanwan didn't hesitate and continued moving her hand downwards.

The passage lingers less on the chest and abdomen than on the neck, and finally, it reaches the slender waist.

It was the same sofa, several days after she had 'helped' that day.

At this moment, her overly bold move made Jiang Yanzhi hold his breath, fully believing that she had finally had a change of heart and was willing to give him another chance.

But then she suddenly spoke up, "This afternoon, when you were waiting for me outside, did you notice that a lot of girls in our dressing room were looking at you?"

As she spoke, her hands never stopped moving.

As if she had found a particularly interesting toy, she kept poking and prodding his belly button.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to use his strength properly.

A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Jiang Yanzhi's forehead. He didn't know why she suddenly asked this, but he still gave a soft "hmm" and said, "...I know."

"Oh," Tang Wanwan pinched his waist, the muscles were taut and there wasn't an ounce of fat.

His waist is even more impressive than those of the male models in Qian Qinglei's phone.

She swallowed hard and asked softly, "Do you know what kind of image you have in the eyes of girls?"

Jiang Yanzhi frowned. "What?"

He had long been accustomed to such gazes since childhood, and he would never even glance at them.

What kind of image could it be?
Thinking of those words, Tang Wanwan clicked her tongue lightly.

Of course, she knew everyone was joking, so she couldn't say she was unhappy.

It just feels like college freshmen and high school seniors are from the same year, but the openness of their topics is like that of two different eras.

The appreciation of outstanding men has evolved from simply admiring their faces and physiques to harboring desires.

(End of this chapter)