Chapter Sixty-Eight: This Is My Name!
Ji Tianling, who fled in a hurry, didn't notice that a sneaky figure was hiding in the corner of the courtyard wall of Jiang Xiaoqing's house, probing his brain to watch him leave, and his eyes flashed with unknown colors.
Inside the yard.
As soon as Ji Tianling left, only Jiang Xiaoqing and the man were left.
Looking at the man standing in the courtyard, Jiang Xiaoqing didn't know how to talk for a while.
Although the two of them were "literary" and "martial" just now, they tacitly cooperated to drive Ji Tianling away.
But in fact, even if the number of previous lives is added, she has only seen men four times.
One of them was when her soul dissipated, and she only saw a long back.
Now that she's alone, she really doesn't know what to say.
"Benefactor, what's that ......?"
In the end, Jiang Xiaoqing held back an old-fashioned line: "Are you hungry?" There's a steamed bun on the stove in the kitchen at the back, if you don't mind if I break a small half of it, you can eat it and pad your stomach, right? When I fix the door, I'll fry two dishes for you. β
The benefactor has been in a coma for a day and a night, and he must be hungry now, right?
When the man heard this, he seemed a little surprised and stunned.
He also thought that Jiang Xiaoqing was now being harassed by Ji Tianling, and he happened to find that he was extraordinary, so he would ask him for help.
However, looking at Jiang Xiaoqing's appearance, it seems that he didn't think about it at all!
Unconsciously, the man had some good feelings for Jiang Xiaoqing.
"I'll fix it." The man spoke suddenly.
"Huh?"
Jiang Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand, "How can you let your benefactor do this kind of rough work?" I'll just come! β
It's just a few screws, and she still knows how to do this kind of trivial thing.
"It's not a little girl like you to do this kind of rough work."
The man waved his hand, and without waiting for Jiang Xiaoqing to refuse, he turned around and walked towards the gate, he straightened the crumbling wooden door and glanced at Jiang Xiaoqing.
Without him to speak, Jiang Xiaoqing immediately understood: "I'll go get you a screwdriver." β
As he spoke, Jiang Xiaoqing ran towards the house and quickly came out with a screwdriver.
The man took it, tightened the loose screws on the door, opened and closed the door again, and when he was sure it was okay, he clapped his hands and stood up.
"Alright." The man said.
"I'm really bothering you."
Jiang Xiao glanced at the man's somewhat flaky lips, and hurriedly said, "Benefactor, I'll pour water for you." β
With that, Jiang Xiaoqing ran towards the house again.
Halfway through the run, she suddenly paused, bent down and picked up a ball of paperβ
It was the one that was crumpled by Ji Tianling and thrown to her, saying that he would lose the money.
Unfold the money and put it in your pocket.
Jiang Xiaoqing turned his head to look at the man with a puzzled face, and suddenly smiled, with a sunny face: "The compensation given by others!" I deserve it! Don't be in vain! β
It's true that Ji Tianling kicked her door, there's nothing wrong with her taking the fifty yuan, if she cares about her self-esteem and bottom line, then she thinks too much and is idle!
It should be hers, what's wrong with her taking it?
It also made Ji Tianling's eight lambs angry, she felt very cool!
Jiang Xiaoqing ran to the house and poured tea for the man.
The man looked at her excited back, thinking about her sunny smiling face just now, and couldn't help but smile too.
This little girl is indeed a little different.
Pretty good.
The man followed him into the house.
Jiang Xiao squatted by the well to wash the enamel cup, poured a cup of cold white for the man, and also took the steamed buns on the stove and handed them to the man sitting in the backyard resting.
"Benefactor, you pad first, I'll go stir-fry." Jiang Xiaoxiao said lightly, and was about to walk towards the kitchen.
"Xiao Zhan."
At this moment, a low, magnetic male voice sounded from behind him.
Jiang Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the man.
Although the beard can't see the real face, you can also see the angular outline, and a pair of deep eyes are like a galaxy in the night sky, bright and bright.
"Xiao Zhan."
The man repeated, and said with some seriousness: "This is my name!" β