Chapter 83

poverty, I just took the wild boar meat that was divided out and smoked it to sell for some money to help supplement the family.”"Wow, there's a whole lot of smoked meat! Maybe 20 to 30 pounds!"She l...Rongs Zhao nan was completely oblivious to the fact that his thoughts were veering in a strange and increasingly bizarre direction.

Tang Lao saw him suddenly turn cold all over and was a little puzzled: "You've been married for several months, haven't you seen what Xiaoyuan is really thinking"

"Can't tell, who knows what she's thinking. It doesn't concern me anyway if she has someone else." Rong Zhaonan coldly interrupted him.

>Mr. Tang: "..."

You don't look like someone who has nothing to do with this.

He thought about it for a moment, helplessly, and asked, "What about you, Xiaonan What do you think What are your feelings for her..."

"No idea," Rong Zhaonan interrupted Lao Tang's words again at high speed.

He just wanted to figure out the little spy's background. Of course, if she was innocent, he wouldn't make things difficult for her!

Rong Zhaonan was feeling agitated and restless. He then stood up and said, "I'm going to sweep the yard. You should go back to your room and sit down."

Saying that, he got up and walked into the courtyard.

Tang Lao looked at Rong Zhaonan's back, very puzzled. How did this young man talk and talk, making himself sound full of resentment

It seems like the other party is going back to work in the capital, being abandoned and divorced... could it be someone similar to him

He shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. Young people's affairs, we elders shouldn't interfere."

Ning Yuan is a girl, and she's so caring. He hasn't enjoyed the blessings of descendants in his lifetime, so he can only protect her more.

......

By the time Ning Yuan finished her homework and went home with Rong Zhaonan, it was almost ten o'clock.

She watched Rong Zhaonan's back walking ahead, feeling a little strange. Why did this person look so low-pressure

What's wrong with this young man Was he bullied by the red armband again today

It shouldn't be like this, it should be because of the 13th conference. Red armbands haven't appeared in over a month recently.

Could it be Lao Tang They muttered back and forth in the yard twice. The first time, Mr. Tang looked displeased, and the second time, he still looked displeased.

"Not until they returned to the stable hut did she carefully say, 'Hey, Rong Zhaonan, Grandma Xia asked me to bring her antique bowl to exchange for money next time I go into town. I'm a little worried what if someone takes notice Do you think I should disguise myself'

Last time selling meat got her into trouble, this time selling antiques, she had to be more careful. She should ask the bigwigs for their opinion.

Rong Zhaonan picked up the basin without any expression, took the soap and prepared to bathe: “When you go, pay attention to see if there are people around you who keep circling you.”

He furrowed his brow: "On the way back, I'll have Chen Chen watch over you, in case we really encounter danger and you drag me down."

Ning Yuan saw that he was in a bad mood, and left with a cold air to take a shower without responding to him.

"Ugh, the most annoying thing is dealing with someone who's emotionally unstable," she huffed and went to boil water for a bath.

When Ning Yuan finished washing and went to bed herself, she discovered Rong Zhao Nan was sitting with his eyes closed, leaning against the window, his knees crossed, and his hands clasped in a meditative pose on his lap.

Ning Yuan's face was full of question marks: ""

What is this person doing

She wondered, "You're not sleeping Shouldn't you be staying down tonight instead of going up the mountain to hunt"

Rongshenan closed his eyes, his face impassive: "Not sleeping, cultivating Marxist philosophy as a fairy."

Ningyuan: "..."

This guy said this morning that he couldn't stand feudal superstition, yet tonight he started practicing Marxist-style cultivation

He wouldn't really have a menstrual disorder, would he

Ning Yuan was amused by her own thoughts and held back a smile, not saying a word.

She blew out the lamp and climbed into bed, giving a small cough. "Well then, take your time with that. I'm going to sleep now."

Rong Zhaonan ignored her, keeping his eyes downcast.

Ning Yuan lay down, the moonlight outside filtering through the window paper, faintly illuminating the graceful figure beside her with a layer of blurred silver.

She could still vaguely see Rong Zhaonan's tall figure sitting there, facing her, as if staring at her intently.

Ning Yuan lay stiffly on the bedboard, uncomfortably tugging at her blanket and turning her back, sleeping a little closer to the edge of the bed.

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