Chapter 44: I'll Throw You Down If You Talk More!
Not only Su Xiaomo Beixiao, but even the village chief and the villagers around were stunned.
By the light of the flashlight, the village chief carefully looked at Mo Beixiao.
The man with disgust and impatience written on his face was handsome and heroic, and he was full of arrogance and dignity that countrymen did not have.
He was wearing light gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, and although his clothes were simple, he had a luxurious look on his body that they had never seen before.
After watching Mo Beixiao, he looked down at Su Lijuan who was sitting on the ground again.
She had rough hands and feet, a burly figure, flat features, and freckles on her face.
The clothes are even more rustic.
β¦β¦ This man will be rude to Su Lijuan, unless he has a sick brain.
Although the village chief didn't believe it, the people around him began to crusade against Mo Beixiao.
After all, everyone is a relative, and we always have to protect our shortcomings.
The village chief coughed lightly, "This is not the place to talk, let's go to the ancestral hall." β
The ancestral hall is a place in the village to worship the ancestors, and it is also a "public hall" to solve various contradictions and problems.
The village chief's proposal was unanimously agreed by the villagers, "Let's go, go to the ancestral hall!" β
Su Xiaomi pursed her lips and subconsciously reached out to hold Mo Beixiao's hand, "Let's go." β
Mo Beixiao raised his eyebrows, "Why do you want to go?" β
He didn't do anything wrong, they asked him to go to the ancestral hall, and he went to the ancestral hall?
Why?
"There's a light in the ancestral hall, it's too dark here."
"I don't want to see what they look like."
Su Xiaomi: "......"
"When you go to see the ancestral hall in the countryside?"
"Not interested."
The village chief and Su Lijuan had already left, and there were a few fellow villagers around them who were watching them with fierce eyes.
If Mo Beixiao didn't follow, maybe those fellow villagers would be rough.
According to Mo Beixiao's temper and power, if Mo Beixiao is unhappy, he can raze the entire village to the ground.
Su Xiaomi took a deep breath, she really didn't want to make things too stiff, after all, her uncle and aunt would have to live in this village in the future.
"Forget it, let's go check it out."
Probably not used to seeing Su Xiaomi's embarrassed look, Mo Beixiao glanced at her, took her hand and followed the village chief and his party towards the direction of the ancestral hall.
Seeing them gone, the staring fellows also began to move.
"Whatever happens later, don't be impulsive."
"Su Lijuan grew up here, you've only been here for a day, they don't understand you, it's normal to misunderstand you, you have to explain it well......"
On the way back, Su Xiaomi held Mo Beixiao's hand and kept carefully building his mind.
Mo Beixiao responded with some disgust.
His attitude made Su Xiaomi's worry even worse.
Her whole heart was hanging on Mo Beixiao's body, so she didn't notice the stone under her feet at all.
"Hissββ!"
Su Xiaomi's feet landed in a strange posture, and she sat directly on the ground.
Mo Beixiao immediately squatted down and checked her ankles.
"It's stupid, it can be twisted to your feet."
He rolled his eyes in disgust and picked her up, "Can you still go?" β
Su Xiaomi tried, and as soon as she took a step, a crazy pain came from her ankle, and she shook her head painfully.
"Su Xiaomi, you are a pig."
"I didn't mean to."
Su Xiaomi's face turned red, "Otherwise, borrow me your crutches......"
As the words fell, she realized that there was something missing in his hand.
"Your crutches...... Ahh
The body suddenly soared into the air, and after Su Xiaomi exclaimed, she found that her whole person had been held in Mo Beixiao's arms.
She subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Your legs ......"
Didn't he recover this afternoon?
Can you hug people now?
"Shut up!"
Mo Beixiao frowned and glared at her fiercely, "If you are verbose, I will throw you down!" β