Ning Yuan looked at him eating, smiled, and started to gulp down the rice.
Although there is a shortage of materials in this era, chicken, duck, fish, meat and vegetables are all original, without technology or hard work, which is delicious!
After the two of them finished dinner, Rong Zhaonan took the initiative to boil water, and Ning Yuan took a shower and washed her hair.
When Rong Zhaonan came in after taking a shower, he saw Ning Yuan sitting comfortably by the window, wiping her hair.
"Aren't you going to read and copy tonight?" Rong Zhaonan asked.
Ning Yuan shook her head lazily: "No, I'm exhausted today."
She reads and copies books every day because too much time has passed and she has almost forgotten the textbooks.
In my previous life, I had been typing on mobile phones and computers. Now I can read and read many words, but I have forgotten to write.
But she really didn't have the energy today - she went into the city to sell bacon and went out to fight.
Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl half-lying by the window sill, turned around and gave her a glass of water.
Ning Yuan took the water, but suddenly took out the red potion and ten thousand flower oil from behind, and waved to Rong Zhaonan: "Let me take care of the injury on your face."
Rong Zhaonan said nonchalantly: "No need, just a little skin injury."
"That won't work. Your face is so beautiful, and it's not good to leave scars." Ning Yuan disagreed, stood up and pulled him to sit down.
Rong Zhaonan paused, but finally refused.
Looking under the oil lamp, Ning Yuan carefully bent down and treated the injuries on his face carefully.
He narrowed his eyes and realized that this girl really 'liked' his face - she simply liked his face.
This discovery made it difficult for Rong Zhaonan to describe how he felt. He felt inexplicably good, but also a little unhappy.
"The working team came down today. They didn't do anything to you." Ning Yuan was still a little worried while applying red lotion on him.
Rong Zhaonan said lightly: "It's nothing."
It was a fight - he unilaterally beat up Comrade Chen Chen, the leader of the working group.
It was fate that the fake couple had a fight today.
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and threw away the cotton swab: "Fortunately, I know Li Yan is not the kind of person who messes around."
In life, he is not a good husband, nor a very good father.
But generally speaking, he has always been a good cadre with upright views and would never do anything to avenge public affairs or private revenge.
Rong Zhaonan raised his thin white eyelids and glanced at her: "You seem to really understand him."
Ning Yuan opened Wanhuayou's hand and paused.
Later, she said in an understatement: "Deputy Secretary Li used to come to our village to help farmers and study with us educated youths, so we know him well."
"I see that you rarely use the titles Deputy Secretary Li Yan or Director Li Yan. I thought you were talking to someone before." Rong Zhaonan twitched the corners of his lips.
Ning Yuan bit the corner of her lower lip, and unconsciously increased the intensity of rubbing the bruise on his forehead with her hand: "Don't talk nonsense, Doctor Rong!"
She didn't want to have anything to do with Li Yan anymore.
But after living together for decades, she still couldn't completely talk about each other in terms of strangers.
Rong Zhaonan took a breath and groaned: "Hey...I know, please be gentle."
He said it was nothing, but she became so angry that she did something evil to him.
Seeing Rong Zhaonan's handsome face twisting into a frown, he actually looked a little aggrieved against the reddish corners of his eyes.
Ning Yuan suddenly wanted to pinch his face.
Then she was shocked and immediately reflected and examined herself——
There must be something wrong with my brain to think that Mr. Rong is so cute and want to pinch his face.
She murmured and relaxed the pressure on the bruise on his forehead: "Just know that it hurts. If you talk nonsense next time, don't blame me for destroying the flower with my cruel hands!"
"Hua? Who do you think is Hua?" Rong Zhaonan raised his eyebrows and pulled her hand away.
Ning Yuan smiled and said: "I'm talking about you, look at how beautiful your face is, as beautiful as a flower."
Rong Zhaonan's face instantly showed an expression of someone who was tired of eating something disgusting: "Shut up, stop talking."
Which tough guy would be called a flower? Isn't that disgusting? No matter how much I like his face, I can't describe him like this!
Last time, anyone in the army who dared to speak against him was beaten to the ground by him.
Ning Yuan thought to herself that in future generations, pretty boys would be called pretty boys, so now she dislikes them so much.
The famous actor Tang Guoqiang later stopped acting for a long time because he was ridiculed as a pretty boy and could not get a leading role.
She chuckled: "Doctor Rong, don't be embarrassed. You are prettier than me. You are as beautiful as the flowers of the motherland. This is a compliment."
After saying that, looking at Rong Zhaonan's increasingly disgusting face, she couldn't help laughing.
She is really promising. She bullied the big shots during her time, and suddenly she felt so awesome!
The little spy still dared to do harm to him, and he did not care about life or death. Rong Zhaonan twitched the corner of his lower lip dangerously.
He suddenly pulled her, turned her over and pressed her up. The hand holding her waist began to tickle her——
"Okay, now I'm going to deal with this 'flower', so you should tolerate it for the sake of my good looks."
Ning Yuan felt dizzy for a while, and then her flesh became numb and itchy. She couldn't help but huddle under him, struggling desperately.
"Hahaha... I'm wrong... I... I'm wrong... Hahaha... Help!"
Rong Zhaonan watched her curl up into a ball in his arms, begging for mercy, and smiled unconsciously in his cold eyes.
But he rudely ordered while taking action: "Wherever I went wrong, I will say a thousand words of self-examination and reflection on the spot!"
Ning Yuan's skin was already sensitive, but she was trapped under him and couldn't move at all.
dying! It's so itchy!
Tears came out of her eyes, and she clutched his strong arm tightly, trembling all over, trying to stop him——
"I was wrong...I...hahaha...I...I am the flower of the motherland...wuwu...haha..."
"You are the sun of the motherland... a tough guy with sunshine..."
"You are light... you are electricity... I will review... you are the only brother... okay... spare your life..."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the petite girl under him, her long hair was scattered, her clothes were messy, her eyes were filled with tears, her face was flushed, she was panting and shaking.
He suddenly involuntarily tightened his big hands on her waist, and her clothes lifted up a corner during the fight.
His long fingers touched her flesh without any obstruction, almost pinching into the delicate skin of the girl's waist.
His slender body suddenly became tense, and a sticky, hot feeling seemed to spread from his abdomen.
His sexy Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly let go of Ning Yuan, sitting up suddenly.
Ning Yuan was finally able to breathe and half collapsed on the bed, feeling that she had lost half her life.
"Rong Zhaonan! You bastard!" She covered her stomach and couldn't help but reach out and hit Rong Zhaonan in the back.
Damn, her chest and diaphragm were laughing so hard.
When Rong Zhaonan was touched by her, he jumped up and left the bed as if he was electrocuted.
"You go to sleep first, and I'll take a shower."
Ning Yuan wondered, didn't he just take a shower? Why was he going to take a shower again?
