Zhao Jingting was afraid that he would really annoy her, so he restrained the scoundrel on his face and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I won't say it."
"Come on, I'll treat you to a delicious meal as an apology."
Su Qiao, who was about to leave, even twitched at the corners of his eyes when he heard this.
"Where are we going to eat?"
"Restaurant? Teahouse? Or your magnificent mansion?"
"Go..." Zhao Jingting was about to say, but suddenly stopped, his expression blank, and then waves of pain came from his head.
He held his head and frowned tightly.
Su Qiao saw it and quickly walked over to support him: "What's wrong?"
"My head hurts." Zhao Jingting hit his head with his fist, his whole expression distorted with pain.
Su Qiao quickly looked around and helped him walk to a stone not far away: "Sit down and take a rest."
At this time, she had no time to ask Su Weixue for food.
Host, the plot he made up on his own conflicts with reality. He will probably wake up soon. Why don't we take this opportunity to see if we can seal part of his memory
Don't do anything rash before you make any preparations.
After all, it was a problem related to the head, and it was not a pathological problem, so Su Qiao did not dare to act rashly.
I’m afraid that if I’m not careful, the person will become completely demented.
"How are you? Are you feeling better?"
This should be the first time this has happened to him, and Su Qiao was a little worried that something might happen.
Zhao Jingting's expression calmed down a little. He opened his mouth but no words came out.
Thinking of how he had acted like a scoundrel just now, he wished he could faint right now.
If you faint, you won’t have to face the embarrassment in front of you.
He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, pulled the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to make a devilish expression: "You little cat, why are you still here?"
Su Qiao: “…”
444: “…”
Zhao Jingting tried his best to maintain his expression. He stretched out his finger and suddenly flicked Su Qiao's forehead, looking relaxed and uninhibited: "Didn't I tell you to go and visit your father's grave properly? Why haven't you gone yet?"
"… "
If the corners of your mouth were less stiff, your expression less silly, and your movements less mechanical, maybe she would believe you a little more.
She slapped the man on the shoulder: "You're already awake, why are you still visiting the grave?"
"You know where my father's grave is. It's five or six days away. How can you ask me to get there?"
This time it was Zhao Jingting's turn to be speechless, and his face turned red all of a sudden.
He quickly turned his head away, "You...you go."
"Are you really awake?" Su Qiao walked around to him and looked at his expression carefully.
Zhao Jingting lowered his head quickly and stood up hastily: "If you don't leave, I will."
Su Qiao took out a medicine bottle from his arms, uncapped it, and shook it in front of him: "Don't you want this anymore?"
A familiar smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, and Zhao Jingting's urge to drink immediately came up.
He hasn't had a drink for many days. He has been gritting his teeth to get through these days. It feels really bad.
Swallowing his saliva, Zhao Jingting no longer cared about being embarrassed and angry, and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."
"The thing is in my hand, why should I give it to you?" Su Qiao put the cork back in and took two steps back with a smile.
“This one originally belonged to me.”
Zhao Jingting's eyes were always on the medicine bottle, and he looked drooling, just like a wolf seeing meat.
"It doesn't have your name, Zhao Jingting, written on it. Who can prove it's yours?"
Su Qiao just refused to give it to him.