Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 223 Little Brother, He's Playing Good Again (48)

Seeing that she didn't speak, the boy became more and more frustrated: "Sure enough, I'm too close to you, and I've already caused you trouble."

Yun Miao: "..." She really knows how to act, and she doesn't know where she learned it.

"Now that you know everything, let's stay away from now on!"

Yun Miao's serious look, coupled with his serious tone, shocked the young man all of a sudden.

His eyes were dazed, and he was sluggish on the spot.

Why didn't it develop as he expected?
"I..." The boy didn't know how to react.

"What are you?"

Yun Miao looked at him seriously: "You think it's right too, don't you?"

"Do not……"

Just as the boy was about to say 'no', Yun Miao interrupted him in time, "You don't want to involve me, do you?"

Qi Mohan was completely dumbfounded.

Seeing how stupid he hadn't reacted yet, Yun Miao poked his forehead and laughed outright.

"Hahahaha... It's so funny to see how stupid you are!"

Qi Mohan came to his senses and touched his forehead a little aggrieved.

Don't play him like this.

He was really scared just now.

Seeing his appearance as a bullied puppy, Yun Miao decided to be kind.

She stopped laughing and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I've always been the only one who troubled others, and I'll cover you in the future."

Although Qi Mohan felt a little wronged, he was comforted at this moment.

"It's getting dark, let's go back!"

"Okay." Yun Miao quickly cleaned the clothes, picked up the basin and got up.

When they parted at the crossroads, Qi Mohan put down the bucket, and couldn't help telling him carefully: "Remember to close the doors and windows at night."

"Although there is a circle of thorny vines around the courtyard wall and some glass shards on the courtyard wall, the courtyard wall is too short. I'm afraid that some people will not give up. If you hear the movement, don't face it directly. From the back door Come out and find me."

How many times has this been said?
Yun Miao felt that he was getting more and more verbose.

"Understood, you should hurry back too! You are not allowed to run around at night, and you are not allowed to run outside my house to guard."

Qi Mohan nodded, picked up the bucket obediently, gave her a reluctant look, and then walked towards his cabin.

*
The next day, because of the sudden menstruation, Yun Miao took a rare leave from the village head and stayed at home to clean up the yard and the collapsed house.

Not long after breakfast, Fang Weiguo and Fang Aihong, the son and daughter of the village chief, came over.

The two brothers and sisters were carrying baskets, and they were ordered to deliver vegetables to Yun Miao.

Because Yun Miao had just returned to the village, and the private plot in the backyard hadn't grown vegetables yet, the village head saw that she was a little girl and lived alone, so he asked his wife to bring her some vegetables.

Yun Miao generously accepted it, but returned a bag of brown sugar weighing half a catty.

The brown sugar was still taken from Xu's family back then, and she hadn't used it until today, so she found out because she had her period today.

Fang Weiguo wanted to shirk, but his younger sister Fang Aihong held it in her hand.

In the end, Fang Weiguo wanted to help clean up the yard and fetch water for her, but Yun Miao politely refused.

Fang Aihong taunted in a strange way: "Brother, I told you that I don't need you to come, but you still don't believe me. Look, people don't care about you coming to help."

Fang Weiguo's face was burning red, he tugged at his sister's sleeves, and looked at Yun Miao in embarrassment: "Then...then we will go back first, my dad said, if you have anything, go to the village to find him .”

Yun Miao pretended not to hear what Fang Aihong said, and nodded politely: "OK, thank you."

At this moment, Qi Mohan carried a large bundle of dead branches into the yard.

Seeing Fang Weiguo, his eyes darkened, flashing a few traces of hostility and sharpness.

(End of this chapter)