Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat

  Jiang Zhihan didn't want to listen to the old man talking anymore, so he took advantage of the elders coming to talk to the old man, and quickly moved away.

  He was just about to find a place to sit down, when a little guy came and hugged his leg.

   "Yiyi, let go!"

  The voice not far away was obviously panicked.

  Jiang Zhihan looked down at the little guy who was not as tall as his legs, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

  The child raised his head and stared at him for a long while before replying: "Yiyi, my name is Yiyi, little uncle... um... Happy New Year, little uncle."

  The child's voice is clear and clear, quite polite and very pleasing.

  Before Jiang Zhihan had time to ask him which family the child belonged to, a woman with heavy make-up stepped forward and wanted to pick up the child.

   "Be good one by one, will you go with mommy?"

  The child pushed her twice, holding Jiang Zhihan's clothes tightly with one hand.

   Seeing that children can't smell the perfume on a woman's body, Jiang Zhihan led him back two steps:

"Who are you-"

   "Ah, hello Mr. Jiang, my surname is Li, this is Jiang Yi, come, Yi Yi, my name is Uncle."

   "Little uncle...I called you little uncle."

  The housekeeper saw the situation here, and came over to explain Jiang Zhihan's doubts:

   "Jiang Yi is your aunt's grandson."

  My aunt's grandson... Isn't that my cousin's son?

  Jiang Zhihan remembered that his cousin died in a car accident a year ago.

  The woman surnamed Li in front of me must be the continuation of that cousin-in-law.

   Let Jiang Yi and his cousin and aunt have the surname Jiang, probably because they don’t want to lose the relationship they have worked so hard for.

   "Yiyi, quickly loosen the little uncle's clothes, you are obedient..."

   It can be seen that this woman is quite afraid of Jiang Zhihan, and her face is almost grim when she can't persuade the child.

  Maybe because he felt that Jiang Yi was in a similar situation to himself back then, Jiang Zhihan glanced at her:

   "Just let him follow me first, Qi Bo, please bring some food for children."

  The housekeeper complied, and also signaled to the woman who wanted to take Jiang Yi away, telling her to leave first.

  Before the woman left, she did not forget to tell: "One by one, you must listen to your little uncle."

  Jiang Zhihan sat down with a child, and immediately attracted the attention of many people.

  If the housekeeper stopped by, they would definitely come to ask questions.

  Jiang Zhihan watched the child take a bite of a biscuit, obviously not having dinner.

  The butler was still carrying the juice and stood aside to let him eat it slowly.

   "Your name is Jiang Yi?"

   "Yeah!" The child nodded and stretched out four fingers, "I'm four years old."

   "How do you know I'm your little uncle?"

   "My mother said it, and my mother said that little uncle is amazing!"

  The child gave a thumbs up.

   "The mother you mentioned was the one just now—"

   "No! That's my aunt, my sister's mother."

  The housekeeper explained: "The couple just gave birth to a daughter."

  Seeing that the young master's expression was not right, the housekeeper hurriedly asked, "If you want to bring Young Master Jiang Yi back to the Jiang family to raise him, I don't think you will have any objections."

  Jiang Zhihan was noncommittal:

   "Zibo will pick him up several times a week."

   With the attention of the Jiang family, Jiang Yi's father and stepmother knew what to do.

  The housekeeper smiled, "The gentleman must be very happy, he was still thinking about your childhood a while ago."

  Jiang burped as soon as he finished drinking the juice.

   Seeing the two of them looking over, they quickly covered their mouths, and looked at Jiang Zhihan with **** grape-like eyes without blinking.

  The housekeeper wiped his mouth for him, "Master Jiang Yi likes little uncle very much, doesn't he?"

   "Yes!" Jiang nodded, "Mom showed me pictures of my little uncle! Grandma showed me too!"

   "Just look at the photos and remember, you are really amazing."

  The exaggerated child was so proud that he jumped off the chair and was about to grab Jiang Zhihan's hand.

   Even if she was dodged, she didn't cry, but asked in a childish voice: "Little uncle, will you accompany me to set off the fireworks?"

   "Dad said he could take me to set off fireworks today, but he lied again!"

"fireworks-"

  Jiang Zhihan repeated.

   Suddenly recalled Song Qingyou's eyes when talking about fireworks.

  If Zhizhi hadn't been unconscious, maybe she would take the cat to set off fireworks, right?

  The housekeeper thought Jiang Zhihan's silence was embarrassing, so he persuaded him, "Master Jiang Yi, there is no..."

   "Cough." Jiang Zhihan stood up and stretched out his hand toward Jiang, "Come on, I'll take you to set off the fireworks."

  The housekeeper was stunned: "Master?"

   "I'll take him out, and Qibo will tell Grandpa that he doesn't have to follow."

   After finishing speaking, without waiting for the housekeeper to respond, he pulled the child and walked out.

  While walking, he lowered his voice and said:

   "Jiang Yi, I'll take you to set off the fireworks, but you have to listen to me, understand?"

  Xiao Jiang nodded repeatedly.

  ——

  Eleven at night.

  The sky has long been snowflakes, and the wind is getting colder and colder.

  Song Qingyou guarded her cat for several hours, but she didn't see him wake up, so she could only watch the New Year's Eve party boredly by herself.

   Just as she was about to fall asleep, a V-letter message popped up.

  Jiang Zhihan: [Have you received the New Year gift? ]

  Ask at this time?

  Song Qingyou was a little surprised, but she quickly replied:

  [Got it, thank you. ]

  Jiang Zhihan: [Invites you to make a voice call]

  Song Qingyou:? ? ?

   Seeing this pop-up window, she just felt at a loss.

   But after thinking about it, it is a partner anyway, so let’s make a voice call for a voice call!

  After connecting, Song Qingyou didn't speak, but heard a voice from over there:

   "Jiang Yi, return the phone."

   "No, little uncle, I want my aunt to accompany me and set off fireworks!"

   It can be heard that Jiang Zhihan is talking to a child.

   "Where is the aunt?"

   "This! This is Auntie!"

   This sentence was accompanied by the sound of poking the phone.

  Song Qingyou subconsciously glanced at her v-letter avatar

  —It happened to be a photo of her back.

  So the aunt that the kid on the other side mentioned might mean her?

  Before Song Qingyou recovered, Jiang Zhihan seemed to have taken back the phone.

  The deep voice is comparable to a cello:

   "I wonder if Miss Song has time?"

  Song Qingyou was stunned: "You don't want me to accompany your nephew to set off fireworks, do you?"

   "I can pay you according to the price quoted by Ms. Song's business activities."

  This condition is too poking at the hearts of those who are short of money.

  Song Qingyou glanced at Zhizhi, "No problem! But can I bring my cat?"

"good."

   The two hit it off immediately and made an appointment to meet on the hillside in the outskirts of the city.

  In winter, the grasslands on the mountains on the outskirts of the city are bare, and it is snowing, so setting off fireworks will not cause a fire.

  Ten minutes later, Jiang Zhihan, who set off early, received Song Qingyou, who had wrapped herself tightly and carried a cat bag.

  Song Qingyou sat in the back row with Jiang Yi.

  As soon as she took off the mask and hat, Jiang Yi applauded, his voice jumped up:

   "She is a good-looking big sister!"

  Song Qingyou laughed dumbfounded, pinched the baby's fat cheeks, "Are you Jiang Yi?"

   "You should call me Auntie."

  She didn't want to be the same as Jiang Zhihan for no reason.

  The person driving in front agreed with her: "Miss Song is right."

   "But one by one, if you want to call me sister or auntie... sister, will you marry my father too?"

   "Cough cough cough—" Song Qingyou suddenly choked on saliva.

  Jiang Zhihan stopped in time and handed her a bottle of water.

   "Jiang Yi, auntie doesn't mean that. You have to apologize to Miss Song."

   "It's okay." Song Qingyou waved her hand.

  Jiang Yi's words alone reveal a lot of information.