However, I didn't hear what she said for a long time.

"Aunt Chen, what are you going to say?" Chen Mengtian asked with a smile.

Aunt Chen gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, only to hear her ask Chen Mengtian: "Little lady Jiang, does your face still hurt?" ”

Chen Mengtian looked confused, covering his face, not feeling pain.

Except for some discomfort when waking up in the morning.

But at the time, she didn't care.

After all, a strange, not unfamiliar body suddenly appeared, where can you take care of this.

Jiang Zebei, who was standing beside Chen Mengtian, immediately understood something when he heard Aunt Chen's words.

He turned his head sideways and saw Chen Mengtian touching his face, looking confused and puzzled.

At this moment, he smiled very unkindly.

Mrs. Chen is also a real person.

Seeing that Chen Mengtian didn't react, he then said to her: "Yesterday, I was also anxious, but looking at Zebei's arm, I was really anxious when I was caught bleeding by you, and I remembered what you did, and for a while, I was a little bit ...... it."

She didn't say the next words, and directly turned the corner, "I know you have figured it out now, yesterday, the eldest lady is here to compensate you, Jiang Xiaoniang must not hold a grudge." ”

Chen Mengtian touched his face, as if he understood something, but his face was still sluggish, as if he hadn't reacted.

Seeing this, Jiang Zebei patted her on the shoulder.

Immediately, he walked towards Aunt Chen with a smile.

"You go back first, I'll tell her when I get back."

Mrs. Chen nodded uneasily.

But when she thought of yesterday, her slap of hatred of iron and steel, with a little resentment, was extremely weak at this time.

After sending Aunt Chen away, Jiang Zebei returned to the house.

Chen Mengtian had already reacted, and he also had some guesses in his heart.

She sat on the chair and stared at Jiang Zebei who walked into the room with a smile.

The dim light of the fire in the room shone on the side of her face, giving people a hazy beauty.

Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes, stopped looking at her, walked to the chair in front of the table and sat down.

Tonight's meal is already on the table.

Hot white porridge, three white flour steamed buns, a plate of bacon fried vegetables, and a plate of braised pork with a drooling aroma.

Seeing Jiang Zebei sitting aside, he didn't mention what Aunt Chen said before.

Chen Mengtian raised his chin and snorted coldly at the young man beside him.

Jiang Zebei heard her arrogant voice and suddenly raised his arm.

The sleeves of his clothes were lifted up, revealing the scars of flesh caught by his fingernails.

The scar was still very severe, and it even oozes blood from the flesh.

Even though he quickly sprinkled hemostatic powder yesterday, it still left an ugly scar.

Today, when the body expels a foul-smelling substance, the scar on the arm is also rapidly recovering.

At this point, only nail marks can be seen.

Although the scar has faded a lot, you can also see the depth of the nails.

Looking at this scar, you can know that it must have been scratched very deeply.

Jiang Zebei put the arm with the nail scar in front of Chen Mengtian's eyes.

"Yesterday, when you were unconscious, you scratched it with your fingernails, no matter how you let go, Aunt Chen had to do that."

So? Which?

A slap in the face!

Looking at the arm of the young man in front of him, Chen Mengtian pursed his lips with disgust on his face.

When she first became conscious last night, she did hear someone whispering in her ear to let her go.

At that time, she thought that in the seawater, what she was holding in her hands, she also thought that it was the only salvation.

How could she possibly let go, of course, by holding on hard.