Cute, you are wild

Chapter 98 Uncertain things, let time prove

Qiao Ai stopped talking.

Shen Tian's every word made her feel the crisis.

That's right, Jiang Che is still young now, and when he is in his 30s, he may think about getting married, even if he doesn't think about it himself, Jiang Sheng will urge him.

"I think you're just more dependent on Jiang Che, that's not liking." Shen Tian analyzed.

Qiao Ai remained silent.

She doesn't know if she likes her or not, she only knows that her heart and eyes are all about him.

……

In the evening, Shen Tian left her to have dinner at home, and then asked the driver to take her home.

It was exactly eight o'clock when I got home, and there was still an hour and a half before Jiang Che got off work.

After Qiao Ai washed up, she changed into her pajamas and fiddled with the gadgets she bought from the pedestrian street yesterday.

Except for the star paper that she had to fold by hand, the others were all fresh trinkets.

She put all the decorations on the computer desk, folded a few little stars and threw them into the glass jar.

The jar is big and fits nicely on the windowsill.

It takes a long time to fill the whole glass jar, after all, the folded stars are so small.If after filling up this glass jar, her mind towards Jiang Che still remains unchanged, then there is no doubt that the person she likes is Jiang Che.

For things she can't be sure of herself, it's best to let time prove it.

Maybe she is really just relying on Jiang Che as Shen Tian said, maybe, it's not just that simple.

However, she doesn't fold stars every day, she just folds a few when she thinks of it.

Time passed quickly, and it was the second year of high school in a blink of an eye, and the glass jar was only half filled by her.

This year, life is still the same.

As a 17-year-old sophomore in high school, Qiao Ai insisted that Jiang Che didn't need to take her to and from school every day. She began to get used to taking the bus in the morning and evening, not relying too much on Jiang Che, and leaving some space for herself.

In the first semester of the second year of high school, Qiao Ai chose liberal arts, and also chose art as a major. She didn't discuss it with Jiang Che beforehand, and made her own decision.

Jiang Che naturally supported her decision, and after reading the subject application form, he happily signed it.

The last semester was fairly easy, Qiao Ai was assigned to the art major class, and in addition to the culture class, an additional art major class was added.In the next semester, the learning atmosphere suddenly becomes tense. In addition to learning new knowledge points, it is also necessary to consolidate the foundation.

The admission score requirements for professional students are not particularly high. For Qiao Ai's scores in various subjects, it is very easy to meet the admission score requirements of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts.

Students who did not choose a major will be divided into classes according to literature and science.

Shen Tian chose the liberal arts, and Xu Qiancheng followed in her footsteps. His decision almost sent Teacher Ji into the hospital with anger. A genius who is scrambling for major science colleges just chose a liberal arts at random. Are you angry? People are not angry.

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Today, school is over.

Qiao Ai took the bus home and almost entered the door with Jiang Che.

While changing slippers at the entrance, she saw Jiang Che's figure enter the kitchen. After putting on the slippers, she also slipped in, and found that Jiang Che had brought back supper.

"Thanks for your hard work, preparing for the candidates." Jiang Che turned his head and smiled at her, "I brought you delicious food."

Qiao Ai smiled bitterly, "I'm almost being turned into a pig by you."

"I was originally a pig farmer."

"..."

In the past two years, from the first year of high school to the second semester of the second year of high school, Qiao Ai's stature has grown a lot, she is already 1.6 meters three, and her weight has not been idle. He has repeatedly jumped across the hundreds of dangerous lines.

"I can't eat any more."

Jiang Che laughed, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Qiao Ai's attitude was firm, her voice fell, but her stomach grunted in disappointment.

Jiang Che raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Since you won't eat, then I won't be polite."

After finishing speaking, he really brought a portion of late-night snacks to the restaurant very bluntly, pulled out a chair and sat down, and ate slowly.

Qiao Ai stood in the kitchen, looking at another delicious supper, her stomach protested loudly.

Forget it, I've been tired all day, and I can't make life difficult for my body.

How about having an extra supper?

She put the supper on a plate, took the chopsticks, took it out, sat beside Jiang Che, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Jiang Che stopped to look at her, and said with a half-smile, "Aren't you hungry?"

"..."

He could hear her stomach growling, could he not know if she was hungry or not?

Jiang Che has a small appetite and eats very little each time. When alone, he hardly eats supper. Since Qiao Ai started preparing for the college entrance examination, he also began to worry about her staying up late every night and making her hungry.

Qiao Ai doesn't eat what he cooks, and that hasn't changed.

He can only buy different food from outside in different ways every day and feed it back. It should not be too greasy and must be balanced in nutrition.

"Have you chosen your volunteer?" Jiang Che asked.

They have discussed this issue before.

Qiao Ai's first choice is of course the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. With her strength, there is no problem in getting into the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. However, the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts is notoriously expensive, not just expensive. Only children from wealthy families can afford it. Higher aristocratic institutions.

She was afraid that if she went to this school, she would hollow out Jiang Che.

Although she didn't know how much savings Jiang Che had, as far as she knew, his salary as a doctor was not that high.

However, after living together for so long, it is not difficult to see that the Jiang family's family background itself is very rich.

"I think Jiangbei Academy of Fine Arts is also good," she said.

This is her second choice besides the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. In her hometown, she was born and raised in that city and is very familiar with it.

"It's too far away," Jiang Che said.

"Now that the traffic is so developed, it takes only an hour to get there by plane."

"Too far."

Jiang Che didn't want her to go to a place so far away to go to university, and Qiao Ai's parents had a car accident there, so he was worried about how it would affect her if she went back.

In the past few years, she hasn't mentioned her parents' death day once, and if she doesn't mention it, it's hard for him to mention it, for fear of revealing her sadness, so he hasn't accompanied her back yet.

However, on the anniversary of her parents' death in the past two years, he would receive a birthday present from her, and she would not give it to him directly, but put it on the bedside table in his room.

The first time, she gave him a scarf, and the second time, she gave him a tie pin.

She remembered that it was his birthday, and naturally she also remembered that it was the anniversary of her parents' death.

"The Imperial Academy of Fine Arts is better," he said.

Close enough for him to take care of.

Qiao Ai was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Let's talk about it later."

"Don't worry about tuition fees," Jiang Che said.

Qiao Ai nodded, lowered her eyes and continued to eat.

After eating and drinking enough, she helped Jiang Che clear away the dinner plate, and went back to her room to study silently.

At this moment, Jiang Che suddenly received a phone call from Jiang Sheng half a month later.

In the past three years, Jiang Sheng has come back several times, the longest one staying for less than two months, this time he finally made up his mind not to run around like this, and wants to come back and develop.

On the one hand, he is no longer young and can't run anymore. On the other hand, he wants to spend more time with his family.

(End of this chapter)