Feng Han was also very surprised.
He had never seen water flow upward.
"Is this something you came up with?"
Su Qiao blinked and said, "I read a book and thought about it for a while. I didn't expect it to be successful."
"I don't know what your brain is made of. You can come up with so many wonderful ideas."
Su Qiao pointed ahead and motioned him to walk along the river bank.
"You came here today not just to praise me, right?"
Su Qiao couldn't believe that he would be so idle that he would come to their fields.
Feng Han paused for a moment and sighed: "I will be returning to Beijing tomorrow."
Returning to Beijing means separating from her.
It wouldn’t be as easy as it is now.
"Oh." Su Qiao was not surprised and said "oh" calmly.
Feng Han suddenly felt unhappy and stopped walking: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Host, please say a few nice words quickly. Can’t you see that he is almost suffocated to death
Su Qiao glanced at him and picked a leaf from the orange tree nearby: "If you have anything to do, just go back quickly."
“…” Feng Han felt a breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.
This heartless little girl.
This cruel woman.
He was reluctant to leave here, but she was so heartless.
Seeing that his expression kept changing and he was about to become ill, Su Qiao kindly let him go: "Finish the matter as soon as possible and come back as soon as possible."
After thinking about it, she felt that this was not right. After all, it was impossible for him to leave the capital for a long time.
"If everything is settled, I will go to the capital to farm."
Feng Han finally let out the breath that had been held in his chest.
"Are you kidding me?"
Su Qiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of smile in his cold eyes: "How did I trick you?"
Still saying no.
It was obviously intentional, she wanted to make fun of him.
"I really lost to you."
Feng Han sighed helplessly.
He reached out and scratched her little nose: "You, just take advantage of the fact that I love you."
Su Qiao quickly took a step back: "Don't mess around, there are still many people watching over there."
"I'll leave Yuan Wu here. You can go to him if you have any problem."
Feng Hanxiu rubbed her cheek with his fingers for a few times and resisted the urge to touch her cheek.
His dark eyes fixed on her: "Write to me?"
"Isn't this behavior inappropriate?" In ancient times, this kind of situation should be considered as a private transaction, right
Feng Han would of course take her reputation into consideration: "Just give it to Yuan Wu directly, no one will know."
"And how about engraving your name on the windmill?"
Su Qiao wondered: "Why?"
Feng Han said as a matter of course: "You figured it out, so of course your name should be engraved on it."
Of course, what she made can only belong to her.
Whether it is toothbrushes, toothpaste, shoes, socks or bags.
If anyone else wants to get involved, they have to ask him first.
"Whatever!" Su Qiao felt that this was not a big deal.
It doesn’t matter whether it is engraved or not. There is no such thing as patent in this era.
The next morning, Su Qiao got up at dawn.
She hurried as fast as she could, and when she arrived at the foot of Beishan Mountain, she saw the huge team.
In the middle of the team, a horse was parked quietly.
The person in the carriage seemed to sense her arrival and pushed aside the curtain and walked out.
"I thought you really weren't coming."
Su Qiao put down the backpack and took out a small bag from it: "I'm here to give you this."
"What is it?"
Feng Han glanced at the cloth bag in her hand and slowly walked closer.
Yuan Wu and Yuan Liu at the back looked at each other: Could it be food