In this world, I am afraid that only Wen Xili, a man, will say the words "begging for support" without blushing and heartbeat.

What about the face? What about the self-esteem of big men? No matter how bad it is, it should be tactful, right?

Jiang Jiu took a light breath and glared at him, his tone was not good: "Think beautifully." ”

The man looked at her and smiled, then sighed and shook his head, and went fishing.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and as soon as the bait is put down, a stupid fish will bite the hook immediately.

Jiang Jiu watched him catch five fish in half an hour very leisurely, she walked over curiously to look, the man looked at her, and vigilantly took the lid to cover it.

"What?" Ginger asked.

"Don't come here, scare my fish away."

Rare.

Jiang Jiu snorted lightly, took a few steps back, saw that he was a little unhappy, picked up a small pebble from the ground, and threw it towards the lake from a distance.

"Poof!"

The water splashed in all directions.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man didn't look back, ginger wine immediately ran away.

Wen Xili looked at the splash in front of him, turned his head slowly, and looked at the back of ginger wine for a while.

He had a slight smile on his face, then sighed lightly and exhaled, muttering, "...... Stupid"

*

Ginger wine did not return to where Wen Xili lived now.

The main thing is that his little place is really not much fun.

Having eaten enough and not sleepy, ginger wine plans to wander around the town.

The town is all native-born Americans, because of the remote location, the clothing is also several years behind the city, and the accent is spoken, although the ginger wine speaks good English, but it is also very laborious to walk on the road and listen to their conversation.

There was a small bar in the town and ginger was going to go in for a drink.

It was daytime, there were not many people in the bar, and in the dim light there were a few locals sitting in twos and threes, and when they saw someone coming in, they looked up at her.

Jiang Jiu sat at the bar, asked for a glass of whiskey, and then took out his mobile phone to chat with Zhao Juanjuan.

It was night in Rongcheng, and Zhao Juanjuan was a night owl, who was in their store at the moment, and when he saw Jiang Jiu sending a message, he immediately replied.

The two of them were chatting happily, when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her up, and the man's unpleasant voice came from behind: "What are you doing here?" ”

When Jiang Jiu turned around, he saw the man's frowning eyebrows and cold expression.

"I ......," she was about to explain, when several men stood up from the couch in the afterglow, their eyes falling on the two of them, and there was a sense of oppression in the air.

Wen Xili glanced at the unfinished glass of whiskey in ginger wine, took it and sniffed it, his expression was even more ugly, he squeezed her slender wrist with a cold face, and without saying a word, he only took her away from the bar.

Jiang Jiu also sensed a strange aura, she didn't say anything, let the man lead her, and took her out from the men who didn't know what gathered behind her.

Those people didn't know why they didn't do anything to Wincyli.

It wasn't until he was pulled out of the bar by the man and bathed in the sun that the ginger wine exhaled.

Before she could finish her breath, her forehead was flicked hard, and she cried out in pain: "What are you doing?" ”

Wen Xili glanced up at the bar, and several men followed them out from inside, he frowned, lowered his head and whispered fiercely: "Go back and teach you a lesson!" ”