After Being Bound By The 404 System (Quick Travel)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 The Romantic Little Widow (2)

Upon seeing this, Jian Xingsheng lowered his head to take out his cuffs and found that the silk handkerchief had indeed fallen off.

When he lifted up his sleeves, half of his forearm was exposed. It was so white that it could easily be traced. Zhao Rong remembered what Zhao Xiuming had said, and turned his head slightly to avoid the scene in front of him. His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, but his heart was a little impetuous. He felt that the other party was too frivolous. When he spoke again, his tone was inevitably a bit unhappy: " Do you treat every man like this?"

Jian Xingsheng didn't realize what he was talking about, and looked over in confusion, "What?"

Seeing Zhao Rong's hand holding the silk handkerchief still stretched out, he took a few steps forward and raised it Take it with your hands.

Zhao Rong heard the sound and moved his eyes. He saw the green-white fingertips falling into the palm of his hand. He tapped lightly and then pulled out the silk handkerchief he was holding weakly. The moment the silk handkerchief slipped away, the friction it caused was like a handful. The sharp sword cut through his palm.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly took his hand back and clenched it. Under Jian Xingsheng's surprised gaze, he clenched his hand and dropped it to his side.

"Don't be like this...don't be...too wanton!"

Zhao Rong said as if he was extremely dissatisfied, with a stiff tone. Even when Jian Xingsheng looked at him with his eyes wide open in disbelief, he raised his eyes and looked over, his deep eyebrows suppressed. Emotionally, he continued: "Don't bother the Zhao family anymore. If you really have something to do, you can come to me."

After the words fell, the man turned around and left without waiting for a reply.

Jian Xingsheng calmed down for a while before he came back to his senses and asked Maoqiu hesitantly: "So, is this the slap-in-the-face plot we just talked about?"

"...Maybe?" Maoqiu wasn't too sure, seeing how Zhao Rong looked. Just like a good housewife who was treated lightly, but the host didn't do anything.

"Ignore him, it's inexplicable."

Jian Xingsheng closed the courtyard door, returned to the house, and lay down on the kang again.

On the other side, as soon as Zhao Rong stepped into Zhao's house, he heard Zhao Xiuming complaining to Zhao's father who had just returned: "Just now, my cousin's wife came again. I gave him a bag of rice. Zhao Rong sent it. I don't know how many days have passed." Will he come again? If he comes, dad, don't be soft-hearted and give him too many things!" "He is also a poor man..." Father Zhao sighed, and then asked, "Who is Zhao Rong?" "Zhao Rong

?"

Rong is... eh! Are you back?"

Zhao Xiuming wanted to explain, but when he heard the footsteps, he immediately turned his head and looked over. When he saw Zhao Rong, he couldn't help shouting.

Father Zhao followed his gaze and saw the tall man walking into the yard. The familiar yet unfamiliar face made him instantly realize the man's identity. He couldn't help but smack his teeth. He could already tell that this man must be tall and tall when he was lying on the bed. , but I never expected it to be so high, almost approaching the top of the roof.

"Is he Zhao Rong?" Father Zhao couldn't help but shake his head as he watched Zhao Xiuming running towards the man, and then asked.

Zhao Xiuming nodded and explained to Zhao's father about the other party's amnesia. "He only remembers his single name Rong, but he doesn't remember the rest. He can just follow our village's surname Zhao for the time being."