Ning Yuan was very puzzled. Didn't he just take a shower? Why was he going to take a shower again?
It’s already the end of October and almost November. It’s not so muggy anymore.
Ning Yuan stayed for a while, then simply got up and sat down, ready to tie her hair up and go to bed.
But suddenly she felt a slight pain in her waist, so she lowered her head and lifted up her clothes to take a look.
Under the clothes, there were several slender red fingerprints, like some kind of special marks.
Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment and blushed involuntarily.
She hurriedly covered her face and took a sip of water from the enamel cup on the side.
You really shouldn't have been fighting with people like this just now. Rong Zhaonan will have a wife in the future.
In her impression, the gossip media later found out that Rong Zhaonan's wife was also a second-generation socialite with a very good background.
You still have to stay calm, um, and don't have worldly desires like marriage and love.
She couldn't let her imagination run wild just because the troubled boss had high martial arts and good looks.
As for a man, he must behave the same way when he gets married. Making money, going to school, and growing upward are her main tasks in this life.
Flirting with men is not part of the plan! Don’t let love brain grow!
After Ning Yuan finished all kinds of psychological construction for herself, and then thought about her married life in her previous life, her face turned cold as expected.
She sighed softly, stood up, blew out the lamp and pulled out the wax, lay down, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Rong Zhaonan stood outside the door, watching the lights in the room dance, reflecting the girl's slender figure and outlining her undulating chest line and waist.
The night wind in late October is a bit cool, but it seems that it can't extinguish some fires.
He simply took out a pack of cigarettes, which Chen Chen had forced on him when he left today. Before leaving, the guy secretly stuffed a full two hundred yuan under the tea cup.
I don’t know if the old man gave it to me, or if the kid saved it himself.
Rong Zhaonan lit one, took a few puffs, and exhaled the smoke, which seemed to dispel the sweet aroma of the girl in his breath.
Only then did he slowly suppress the heat in his heart.
At this moment, he understood a little bit why some people couldn't resist the "sugar-coated bullets".
Men are really... two heads. When the lower head gets dizzy, it is easy for the upper head to get dizzy as well.
He sneered, took two more puffs on the cigarette, threw it on the ground and stamped it out.
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyes and looked at the black velvet sky. His eyes slowly returned to coldness, and he turned around and went to the shower room.
A few buckets of cold water poured down from head to toe to cool down the anger and annoyance in my heart.
When he dried his hair and came out, he saw that the lights in the room had been turned off.
He didn't blame Ning Yuan for turning off the lights early, but felt inexplicably relieved, at least he didn't have to see her smiling.
Entering the room, he looked at the graceful figure sleeping on the bed.
The tips of Rong Zhaonan's ears moved, and he heard her somewhat unsteady breathing keenly, and knew that Ning Yuan was not asleep yet.
Rong Zhaonan was silent for a while, took a sip of water, made a small leap lightly, passed over her like a ghost, and landed on the inside of the bed.
Except for a small sway of the bed board and a slight "creak", there was almost no movement.
Ning Yuan closed her eyes, but she couldn't help being shocked.
It turned out that this was the reason why there was no movement when he came in and out before.
I feel like the person behind me is lying down, and in the darkness, it seems like all my senses will be amplified.
Ning Yuan even felt that she could smell his warm breath mixed with moisture spreading bit by bit, soaking into her thin pajamas.
The image of him holding her down and looking at her with a smile flashed through his mind.
She couldn't help but bite her lower lip and closed her eyes tighter and tighter.
Well, sleep, sleep, fall in love, brain damage your wallet...
…
I don't know how the two people, each with their own thoughts, fell asleep.
When she got up the next day, Ning Yuan felt a little haggard. She looked in the mirror and saw two small dark circles under her eyes.
Well, okay, not too serious.
but……
"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" Ning Yuan took the enamel cup and was about to rinse her mouth, but she found that Rong Zhaonan had gone out carrying farm tools.
She was a little confused, why did he get up so early before her? What was important this morning?
Rong Zhaonan paused and did not look back: "Well, Uncle Tang is not in good health, I will go out to work for him."
Ning Yuan nodded: "Okay."
There was an inexplicable layer of politeness and distance between the two of them.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at her, turned around and left.
Ning Yuan pretended not to see him, finished washing up, and went to work carrying her farm tools.
I didn't see Tang Zhenzhen and Huang Xuehong in the field today. They probably asked for leave.
Only Tan Xiaoxia was in the field, and when she saw her looking over, she actually smiled at her.
When the rest of the educated youth team saw her, they were like the King of Hell, shrinking their heads and not daring to look at her.
Ning Yuan knew that this was her "madness" yesterday, and she showed her "prestige" and "momentum". '
Ning Yuan ignored these fools who were used as spearheads by Tang Zhenzhen, as long as they didn't mess with her.
Carrying the hoe, she turned around and went to the area assigned by the villagers to start working.
The day passed in a hurry.
When it was time to finish work, I recorded my work points while there was no one around.
Manhua grabbed two more handfuls of vegetables for her and gave her a small basket of eggs.
Ning Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then stopped with a smile: "Sister Manhua, I came back late yesterday and got into some trouble, so I brought something but forgot to give it to you."
As she spoke, she took a small box from her lined pocket and handed it to her.
Manhua lowered her head and saw that it was a round shell. When she opened it, she saw that there was white translucent paste inside.
She was stunned: "It's clam oil, good stuff!"
This stuff can be used to wipe your face, hands, and moisturize your skin.
Manhua took it and smelled it, wiped her hands carefully, rubbed it on the back of her hand and said, "It smells so good. I haven't used this thing for many years."
But the next moment, she pushed the clam oil to Ning Yuan: "I can't accept this thing. Besides, country people, how can I use clam oil to wipe my face and hands? I'm not so delicate."
Ning Yuan held her hand: "Then should I return the eggs to you, Sister Manhua? This thing is not expensive, only fifty cents. We can still reciprocate as a courtesy."
Sister Manhua helped her get rid of the troublesome Aunt Wang last time, but she hasn't thanked Manhua properly yet.
Human communication, to put it simply, is when the moral standards of each other are similar.
You are good to me, I am good to you, and we become friends.
Manhua was stunned for a moment, but nodded: "Okay, then I'll accept it."
Ning Yuan's eyes widened and she waved her hand: "I'm leaving!"
Watching Ning Yuan leave, Manhua lowered her head and smelled the scent of clam oil. This was from Shanghai and was different from other places.
She had some complicated emotions in her heart.
I am also a girl from the city, a third-generation educated youth with no hope of returning to the city, so I have to marry in the village.
Life in the countryside was difficult, and even if she chose the son of the village party secretary, she would spend every penny in half.
She hadn't used anything to wipe her face or hands for many years.
The aroma of clam oil and the sheen on the rough backs of her hands reminded her of the days when she was a girl by her parents' side.
Manhua couldn't help but her eyes turned red, Ning Yuan was really worried.
If there is someone who can help the girl in the future, she should help her more. She knows better than anyone the difficulties of marrying alone in the countryside.
Tan Xiaoxia walked in to record work points, and happened to see Manhua looking at the clam oil in a daze.
She hummed in her heart, Ning Yuan was really willing to spend her money and did a lot of favors with Tang Zhenzhen's stolen five yuan.
"Does educated youth Qin have to keep track of their work points?" Seeing someone coming, Manhua immediately put the clam oil into the drawer.
A smile appeared on Tan Xiaoxia's face: "Yes, Sister Manhua."
It doesn't matter, no matter who Ning Yuan wants to bribe to deal with Tang Zhenzhen, she likes to watch dogs bite dogs anyway.
