Small peasant girl

Chapter 305 Deliberately teasing
Being held hostage suddenly, Su Jinxia was startled, but calmed down quickly.

Stretching out his elbow and turning back, the person behind him hid, and then a warm breath pressed against Su Jinxia's ear, "It's me."

After speaking, seeing that the little man in his arms was quiet, the man let go of the restraint on the little man.

"I know it is you."

If I didn't know it was you, I would have stabbed you to death with a needle.

Su Jinxia, ​​who was let go, now has as dark a face as she wants.

Although just now when Zhao Ziqi got close, she knew who it was.

But she felt the fear just now, and her heart rate has not slowed down until now.

"Why are you looking for me?"

If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, you are either rape or robbery.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Su Jinxia asked in a bad voice.

"Someone over there is sick, and I want you to go and have a look."

Today he planned to come to the girl in front of him in a fair and honest manner.

But for some reason, he suddenly wanted to play tricks on her.

He also knew that the girl would be angry because of this, but he found that he liked this feeling very much.

Secretly twitching the corners of his mouth, the words he spoke were still cold.

"I won't go in the middle of the night."

In broad daylight, she couldn't easily go out, but in the middle of the night, she was asked to go out to see a doctor.

Mrs. Liu is probably still waiting for her at home, she can't leave.

Su Jinxia frowned slightly, not wanting to talk to Zhao Ziqi, turned around and left.

Seeing her go, Zhao Ziqi didn't stop her, and smiled as he watched the little girl walking away.

At this moment, he is very much like the manjusawa quietly blooming in the dark night.

"Come back, go back to the house and sleep."

Knowing that Sanya had gone to Nie Langzhong's house, Mrs. Liu did not sleep either, and kept waiting for her in the main room with a light on.

Seeing her back now, she stood up and said.

Hearing this, Su Jinxia smiled and nodded, "Mother, go back to the house and have a rest early."

Seeing Liu Shi alone in the main room waiting for her to come back, Su Jinxia felt warm in her heart.

It brought back the memories of her previous life, and remembered the days when she and her mother were dependent on each other in those years.

After her mother passed away, she thought that she would never enjoy this kind of care again.

But who knew, God had mercy and gave her another chance to start all over again.

"Understood, you go to rest."

Hearing what Sanya said, Liu Shi smiled, but did not leave immediately.

There is only the last bit of work left in her hand, and she wants to finish it before going to bed.

Seeing this, Su Jinxia didn't say anything, and turned back to the West Room.

Su Jinyue, Su Jinlian and her lived in the west room.

Su Jinlian had already fallen asleep, and Su Jinyue probably wasn't asleep. Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes in a daze, and said, "You're back."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at her, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Su Jinxia shook her head and laughed, and began to undress, planning to sleep.

But just as he took off his clothes halfway, he heard a knock on the door.

Su Jinxia hurriedly put on her clothes again and came out, only to see that Mrs. Liu had already stood up, looking out the door, but did not dare to go out to open the door.

"I'll go take a look."

Hearing the knock on the door, it should be an acquaintance, otherwise how could he be so polite.

Su Jinxia thought so, and confirmed her guess. She had just walked two steps, and before she walked out of the main room, she heard Nie Langzhong's voice, "Is the third girl at home?"

"at home."

Hearing Nie Langzhong's voice, Su Jinxia frowned, and glanced at Liu's by the way.

Liu's expression was puzzled, but when she saw Su Jinxia's gaze sweeping over, she hurriedly said, "Go and open the door."

ps: I am writing books at this level, if you don't like it, I can't help it.Some readers said that I am getting more and more perfunctory. Regarding this, I just want to ask, by the way: the more I write, the more perfunctory I am. What am I trying to figure out?Could it be that the plot is to perfunctory the readers?Some people sometimes talk, please think about it first, okay?

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