Qingyang worked very hard. Even though his legs were shaking after the exercise and the back of his clothes was wet, he didn't cry out in pain.
Because of this, Uncle Ya taught more seriously.
For the sake of the little one's health, Su Qiao would harass Su Weixue from time to time and extort some nutritious food from her.
Su Weixue was so angry that her facial features were distorted and her nails were cut off several times, but she was so elusive that she could always find her when she was eating Su Qiao There was nothing she could do.
After three or four days like this, Qingyang gradually came out of the pain and confusion of losing his loved ones. He became more energetic and began to smile again on his face.
What makes Su Qiao happy is that Zhao Jingting has been staying awake these days.
Although he would stare at her with a pair of resentful eyes from time to time, trying to make her soften her heart and give him a pill containing alcohol.
Every time at this time, Su Qiao pretended not to notice and directly stuffed the pills he developed into his mouth to tell him to shut up.
On this day, Su Qiao was going to the forest to find Su Weixue who was stealing food. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, he was forced to the bamboo table by Zhao Jingting who suddenly walked in.
He thought he was cool and flipped up his long hair that fell to his ears, raised his thin lips slightly, and had an evil look in his eyes.
"Little lady, since I helped you bury your father safely, from now on, you are my Young Master."
Su Qiao was expressionless.
After a few days of quiet, she has to go to work again?
What is it this time?
Ruffian, scoundrel? Or a dude?
Zhao Jingting stretched out a finger to lift Su Qiao's chin, and gently scraped her cheek with his fingertips:
"Hey, those little faces are so tender, and those little eyes can steal my soul."
Su Qiao knocked off his hand and threw him an unceremonious Big Eye Roll: "Is there something wrong with you?"
She was obviously glaring at him, but where did her seductive look come from?
"Also, when did you help me bury my father?"
Where did you come up with this crazy plot?
Zhao Jingting The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked and his eyebrows were raised slightly.
Is this Little Ya head not going to admit his mistake?
"You sold yourself to bury your father, and I paid you thirty taels of silver. Isn't this considered a good burial?"
"Is it possible that you are dissatisfied with my lack of money and did not bury your father in glory?"
[Hahaha, you sold your body to bury your father. It really made me laugh. I have to think about what happened this time.]
444 laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
Thinking that they helped Little Qingyang bury grandma a few days ago, 444 had a flash of inspiration: [Oh, I see. Could it be that the death of Grandma Deng suddenly inspired this drama?]
444 thinks it is true.
"Are you dreaming? My father dug a hole and buried him. There wasn't even a tombstone. Where did he get a grand burial with thirty taels of silver?"
No matter how he inspired it, Su Qiao was not going to admit it anyway.
The idea of selling one's body to bury one's father makes me a little uncomfortable thinking about it.
If the day comes when everything is at the end of her rope, she will probably go directly to a rich man to 'get' the money.
"Absolutely impossible. I, Young Master, have already ordered the people below to help you bury my father alive."
The smile on Zhao Jingting's face suddenly disappeared and became gloomy and scary.
The speed of face-changing is comparable to that of a certain face-changing master.
"This is unreasonable. The people below must have been perfunctory and turned a deaf ear to what I said. Don't worry, I will not let them off lightly."
Su Qiao Not only did I have a headache, my heart, liver, and lungs also hurt.
Where did the 'people below' come from?
Isn't he just a mute uncle?
Is it possible that he will punish the mute uncle later?