Rong Zhaonan said calmly while picking the fish bones: "After the autumn harvest celebration last night, a red armband brought wine and steamed buns over, saying that he wanted to share the collective honor and watched me eat them."
Ning Yuan was stunned.
Those red armbands are responsible for checking the ideological transformation and learning status of these decentralized personnel.
Therefore, Rong Zhaonan did not refuse...
"What if the things they send contain rat poison, do you want to eat it too?" Ning Yuan had a complicated mood.
Rong Zhaonan's lips curved in a cold arc: "They don't dare."
The dark gaze behind his lenses made Ning Yuan tremble involuntarily: "..."
Don't you dare? But there are still people who dare to send wine and steamed buns mixed with drugs that make cows and horses go into heat...
She turned away without asking any more questions and continued to eat her grilled shrimp, grilled fish and sweet potato porridge.
She didn't know why, but she instinctively felt that Rong Zhaonan would never let go of anyone who dared to plot against him.
Forget it, don’t talk while eating the fish, lest the thorns get stuck!
There are some things that an ordinary person like her shouldn't know.
…
After tonight's meal, her stomach was eighty-nine percent full, and Ning Yuan put down her lunch box with great satisfaction.
Food is scarce now. In the past, at the educated youth camp, Tang Zhenzhen always ate more and occupied more. It would be good if the remaining female educated youths among them could eat seven-tenths of their food.
Rong Zhaonan watched her turn to leave and raised his eyebrows: "Wait a minute, won't you clean up the dishes, chopsticks, pots and pans here?"
Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and smiled: "I cook, you wash the dishes and pots. This is the difference in the revolutionary division of labor. Comrade Rong Zhaonan, I leave this place to you."
As she said that, she waved her hand, turned around and went back to the hut next to the cowshed.
She does want to bribe Mr. Rong, but she is not here to be his personal mother. She has never seen a successful person be grateful to his domestic servant.
In her previous life, she almost became her husband's second mother, taking good care of him in every aspect, but what was the result?
What man wants to sleep with his wife or waiter?
The bride has become an old lady, doesn’t the man just become cold towards his wife? You are not allowed to go out for whoring or have sex or anything like that.
In this life, she has to change her way of living, starting from the current boss Rong who is in trouble -
They are not a real couple, but they are in the same boat now, and everyone must work and contribute to building the "little family" in the bullpen!
Rong Zhaonan looked at her with a sly smile in his eyes, patted her butt and walked away, he chuckled.
Hehe, she is a bit lazy as a little spy. Shouldn't she be asking for help, taking the opportunity to get closer and get information?
Despite thinking this, Rong Zhaonan stood up and went to clean up the mess.
Ning Yuan went to rummage through the yard and picked up some useful rags.
Rong Zhaonan also came over to help after washing the dishes, and the two of them dismantled and sorted through the broken tables, chairs, and door panels they had dragged in.
Reassembled a few usable items.
Ning Yuan was sweating profusely and looked at the "new" furniture placed in the house with satisfaction.
"Okay, at least we have two tables in the house, so we can separate eating, studying and putting things away."
Not only does it have an extra desk to store things, but there are also two modified cabinets that can store a lot of things. The bed has also been widened and reinforced.
Rong Zhaonan looked at his spacious "new bed" and looked at her with a somewhat unpredictable look: "Do you insist on sleeping with me..."
Ning Yuan's face suddenly turned red and she quickly raised her voice: "Don't talk nonsense. If anyone insists on sleeping with you, then there is nothing we can do for the time being!"
She originally wanted to get an extra bed, but found that there were not enough door panels that could be used as bed boards, so she had to make the original bed wider and larger.
She has lived a lifetime longer than him, how can she like him at such a young age?
"I don't care about sleeping on your bed. In a few days, I will find a way to get wooden boards to make a new bed!" Ning Yuan muttered angrily.
The bed he originally built with broken doors would fall apart if he moved.
Did he know how to sleep on a rope like Little Dragon Girl? He actually slept for so long, causing her to waste a lot of material to reinforce the bed.
Rong Zhaonan watched her with cold eyes as she went to tidy up the room. After a while, the room was tidy and comfortable.
She was so tired that she almost fell down and took a bucket to take a bath.
It is not too cold in late autumn in the southeastern rural areas and there is no shortage of water resources.
After eating, Ning Yuan boiled water, took a bath in the toilet outside the house, and washed her hair.
There was no toilet in the cowshed, so Rong Zhaonan built a simple toilet for himself.
He was the only one using it, and it was cleaner than the public toilets for educated youths. It looked like a simple washroom.
She let her hair down and sat by the window, humming and wiping her hair. The light from the candles in the hall was warm, illuminating everything around her.
"Creak!" With a sound, the door to the room was opened.
A tall figure walked in carrying a bucket, with his upper body bare and a towel hanging on his shoulders.
The candlelight seemed to coat his white body with clear texture, broad shoulders and narrow waist with a layer of flowing gold.
The man also washed his hair, and Ning Yuan was involuntarily stunned as she watched the water droplets slide down from the ends of his hair, then flow down his collarbone and chest to his narrow waist and abdominal muscles.
Rong Zhaonan noticed her gaze, but this time, he didn't lose face like last night.
He just glanced at her lightly, and casually pushed back the wet bangs that covered his eyebrows like yesterday, revealing a face with delicate and sharp outlines.
Seeing the whole face again, coupled with the body that looked thin when dressed and fleshy when undressed, gave Ning Yuan a great visual impact.
Ning Yuan's face suddenly became hot and she was a little panicked: "You...why...you don't wear clothes..."
When this man was obviously wearing clothes, his clothes were empty and he looked malnourished.
Why is it that when you take off your clothes, it looks like you are eating and drinking well, and your body is full of explosive power?
The man murmured softly: "Who takes a shower and puts on clothes? You?"
Seeing him walking towards the bed with his naked upper body, Ning Yuan was a little nervous for a moment.
She frowned delicately: "I mean, why are you not wearing clothes after washing?"
Rong Zhaonan sat down casually next to her: "I'm used to sleeping without a shirt on at night in summer."
The ends of his hair and temples were also damp, and there seemed to be a bewildering layer of moisture surrounding his body.
Ning Yuan was dressed in white and was forced to shrink to the side: "You are too careless about the influence! There is a lesbian in the room now!"
He had to work in the fields despite the weather, sweeping the cowshed, shoveling manure, composting, and all the hard work.
How can this person be so white and not black at all?
But there seemed to be a lot of old scars on his body... Ning Yuan blushed and didn't dare to take a closer look.
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyebrows, as if he was mocking the absurdity of her words: "You, a lesbian, are going to sleep in the same bed as a bad guy like me, what impact do you still have to pay attention to?"
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes at him and simply stood up and walked towards the table: "We are not a real couple. You sleep inside and I sleep outside. You sleep first while I wipe my hair!"
This man talks really badly, no wonder he got punished!
Rong Zhaonan wiped his hair casually and looked at her fleeing back with a faint look in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
When Ning Yuan completely dried her hair outside the door and went back to the room and looked at the bed, Rong Zhaonan had turned his back to her and fell asleep quietly covered with a thin blanket.
He wore an old thin white vest on his upper body, revealing his long and powerful arms and back.
Ning Yuan was completely relaxed now, and murmured while collecting the book: "What? I obviously don't have the habit of sleeping naked."
She rubbed her wrists, rinsed her mouth briefly, and then went to bed.
The bed was widened a lot, and Ning Yuan fell asleep next to the bed with her back to Rong Zhaonan.
She pulled her blanket, but she could still feel the warm pressure of the strange opposite sex beside her, and couldn't help but shrink back again.
That's why she asked to sleep on the outside - she could get out of bed at any time.
Although she did believe that Rong Zhaonan's character and his cautious and calm personality would never touch her.
However, I'm still quite unaccustomed to it.
In my previous life, when I was young and conservative, I would never have been able to do such a bold thing.
Countless thoughts flashed through Ning Yuan's mind.
After walking around for a day, all kinds of things happened one after another, my nerves were tense all day, and fatigue came up like a tide.
She fell asleep slowly, her breathing becoming even and light.
The quiet and slender body behind him turned around, and the man opened his eyes. He was extremely clear and not sleepy at all.
He looked at the undulating and graceful curves under the blanket close to him and squinted his eyes involuntarily.
It seems that this little spy is still very patient, and he plans to take a long and slow approach, slowly luring him deeper and extracting information.
Rong Zhaonan put his hands on the back of his head, lying down and looking at the faint stars on the roof that had not yet been repaired.
The unique clean smell of the girl's hair and body and the fresh aroma of soap lingered on the tip of her nose.
He closed his eyes expressionlessly.
What does the little spy do to make things so fragrant every time? Sugar-coated bullets are of no use to him.
