69novels Chapter 484 Tong Wenjie couldn't stop laughing
Chapter 484 Tong Wenjie couldn't stop laughing
Zhang Jianjun was discussing the script in depth with Yang Mi when suddenly his phone rang.
Zhang Jianjun picked up the phone and took a closer look, and found that it was Tong Wenjie calling.
So, he decisively turned on the hands-free function. Then, Tong Wenjie's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Jianjun, can you come over? This house seems to be leaking a little!"
Zhang Jianjun quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon!"
It turned out that Tong Wenjie was renting a house from Zhang Jianjun in Shuxiang Yayuan. Now that the house had problems, she naturally had to ask the landlord Zhang Jianjun for help.
Yang Mi heard their conversation and said sympathetically, "Then go and deal with the matter over there first. We'll continue reading the script when you come back!"
Zhang Jianjun nodded gratefully: "Okay, I'll go over and take a look at the situation!" After that, he quickly grabbed his coat and hurriedly left the room.
Zhang Jianjun rushed to Shuxiang Yayuan and saw Tong Wenjie standing anxiously in the living room as soon as he entered. He hurried forward to check and found that the water pipe in the kitchen was dripping and leaking.
Zhang Jianjun comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll come and see what's going on." He walked into the kitchen and carefully checked the water pipe, and found that the joint was loose. He quickly tightened the joint, and the water finally stopped leaking.
Tong Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately you came in time, otherwise I really don't know what to do." Zhang Jianjun smiled and said: "It's just a small problem. Call me anytime if you have any problems in the future."
When Zhang Jianjun was about to turn around and leave, Tong Wenjie suddenly shouted in surprise: "Hey, why are your clothes wet? Take them off quickly and I'll wash them for you. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold and get sick easily if you wear wet clothes!"
Hearing this, Zhang Jianjun subconsciously looked down at his clothes, only to find that he had been splashed with water and a large area of his clothes was wet.
He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "It's okay, I'll just go back and change it."
Tong Wenjie smiled and said, "What does that matter? Come, follow me into the room. Besides, Fang Yuan and Fang Yifan are not at home!"
As she said that, she pulled Zhang Jianjun into the bedroom.
Tong Wenjie opened the closet, took out a brand new men's pajamas and handed it to him, saying gently, "I bought this a few days ago, and I haven't had time to wear it yet. Try it on to see if it fits you."
Zhang Jianjun hesitated for a moment, but still took the pajamas and said thank you.
Zhang Jianjun took the pajamas and gently stroked the delicate fabric with his fingers. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. He looked up at Tong Wenjie, his eyes flashing with gratitude and embarrassment. "This... this is not good, I'd better go back and change." He tried to refuse, but his eyes couldn't help but stay on the pajamas for a few more seconds.
Tong Wenjie seemed to see through his thoughts, with a gentle smile on her lips, her eyes full of persistence and encouragement. "Don't be polite, are you afraid that I will eat you? Besides, if you go out like this and catch a cold again, I can't afford it." Her words were a bit teasing, but also revealed an indescribable sense of closeness.
Zhang Jianjun was amused by her words, and his worries were dispelled. He nodded and decided to accept the kindness. "Okay, thank you for your help." He slowly took off his wet coat, leaving only a close-fitting T-shirt, and walked into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Zhang Jianjun put on the pajamas, which unexpectedly fit him, as if they were tailor-made for him. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the pajamas prepared by Tong Wenjie, and an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart. The self in the mirror seemed to be particularly gentle because of this sudden care.
After walking out of the bathroom, Zhang Jianjun saw Tong Wenjie sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a magazine in her hand, but she was not really reading. Instead, she looked up at the door from time to time, her eyes full of expectation. When she saw him come out, she immediately smiled brightly. "How is it, is it suitable?"
Zhang Jianjun smiled and nodded, "It's a good fit, thank you." There was a subtle tenderness in his voice that he himself didn't even notice.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint fragrance, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Tong Wenjie stood up, walked to Zhang Jianjun, and patted his shoulder gently, "Since everything is fine, why don't you stay and have dinner together? I just bought some vegetables."
Zhang Jianjun wanted to refuse, but when he saw her sincere eyes, he swallowed the words of refusal back. "Okay, sorry to bother you then." He finally nodded, but a sense of anticipation inexplicably rose in his heart.
In the kitchen, Tong Wenjie was busy while Zhang Jianjun was helping to wash and cut vegetables. Their movements were in perfect harmony and natural, as if they were used to this way of getting along. Occasionally, their hands would touch each other inadvertently, and at that moment, they would both withdraw their hands at the same time, with a blush on their faces, but they would quickly cover it up.
At dinner time, the table was filled with delicious dishes. The soft lighting reflected the warm and harmonious picture of the two. Zhang Jianjun tasted Tong Wenjie's cooking and praised it highly. "Your cooking is really good. It tastes better than the ones in restaurants outside."
Tong Wenjie smiled from ear to ear, "Then eat more, come more often, and I will cook for you." Her words were full of sincerity and expectation, which warmed Zhang Jianjun's heart again.
After dinner, the two of them cleaned up the dishes together, then sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. A lighthearted romantic comedy was playing on the screen, but their attention did not seem to be entirely on the TV. Occasionally, their eyes would meet inadvertently, then quickly move away, but ripples appeared in their hearts.
"Jianjun, what do you think of this drama?" Tong Wenjie suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
"Not bad, quite interesting." Zhang Jianjun replied, but his eyes involuntarily fell on Tong Wenjie's face. Her smile looked particularly gentle under the light.
"Have you ever thought that you would have a love like this?" Tong Wenjie's words were tentative and serious.
Zhang Jianjun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Who can be sure about love? Maybe it is waiting for me at the next corner." His eyes flashed with longing for the future, and there was also a hint of imperceptible tenderness.