Zhao Jingting was stunned: "Why is this here with you?"
"It fell out of you that day."
Su Qiao was not embarrassed at all. He withdrew his hand very naturally and did not say he would give it back.
"Why, did you buy it for some beloved girl?"
Zhao Jingting's eyes darkened. "Don't talk nonsense. This is what the Taoist temple master left for me before he died."
"How did he have this?"
How could a Taoist temple master have jewelry for women
There is a story.
When mentioning the abbot, Zhao Jingting's expression softened a lot.
"When he was young, he had a daughter, and this was prepared for his daughter. But he didn't expect that his wife and children would be killed by their enemies later."
"Then why did he leave it to you?"
Zhao Jingting thought of the abbot's last words before he died, and suddenly he didn't dare to look Su Qiao in the eye anymore.
The master said... If you meet a girl you like in the future, give this to her.
Although he didn't give the bracelet away personally, but... he had no intention of taking it back.
When Su Qiao saw his awkward look, she guessed roughly what he meant.
"Isn't it for your wedding?"
Zhao Jingting looked shocked and felt even more uncomfortable. He didn't even know where to put his hands.
I reached into my arms out of habit, only to find nothing.
Su Qiao stared at him curiously: "What are you touching?"
"I... I lost my medicine." Zhao Jingting was a little panicked.
Although there are not many pills left, if I use them sparingly, they can at least last for ten days or half a month.
Now we are in the deep mountains and forests and we can't go out casually. Where can he get medicine
Su Qiao took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms: "Are you talking about this?"
"Why is it at your place?"
Seeing the familiar bottle, Zhao Jingting was stunned.
"Of course Uncle Ya gave it to me."
"Why did you add such a high concentration of alcohol to this pill?"
Su Qiao has always been curious about this, and this time he finally has the opportunity to ask.
"Give it back to me."
Zhao Jingting didn't reply to her and reached out to take the medicine bottle back.
"Answer my question first."
Su Qiao rudely stuffed the bottle into his arms, as if to say, "If you don't tell me, I won't give it to you."
Zhao Jingting was angry and embarrassed.
shameless!
But in the end he was defeated. What else could he do when he met such a scoundrel and shameless person
"I'm addicted. If I don't drink, I feel sick all over and have headaches."
Su Qiao put her hands on her hips, walked around him, and observed him for a long time: "I think your headache is fake, but you are really feeling uncomfortable all over."
Zhao Jingting did not deny it and stretched out his hand: "Can you give it to me?"
"no."
It's okay for a man to drink a little, but she doesn't like it if he spends the whole day drinking and becomes a drunkard.
Besides, she suspected that the man's transformation was due to drinking.
"Give me one, just one."
Zhao Jingting was craving for alcohol and felt so uncomfortable that he didn't care about the embarrassment anymore.
Su Qiao took a step back, looking stern and impartial: "You tend to be confused when you drink, don't you know that?"
Of course Zhao Jingting knew.
After all these years, he is not stupid.
It's just that he has become accustomed to drinking every day.
Although his mind was not clear after drinking, he did not have a headache and did not feel uncomfortable.
The most important thing is that it makes no difference to him whether one is sober or not.
He has gotten used to it, his uncle who has always been by his side has gotten used to it, and even the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple have gotten used to it.
No one disturbed him in the mountains, and no one would accuse him of laughing at him.