Zhao Jingting was afraid that he would really offend her, so he suppressed the anger on his face and sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll just stop talking."
"Let's go, I'll treat you to something delicious as an apology."
Su Qiao, who was about to lift his legs and leave, heard this and even the corners of his eyes twitched.
"Where to eat?"
"A restaurant? A teahouse? Or your magnificent mansion with golden walls?"
"Go..." Zhao Jingting was about to say, but suddenly paused, his expression was blank, and then waves of pain came through his head.
He held his head and frowned tightly.
Su Qiao saw him and quickly walked over to help him. "What's wrong?"
"My head hurts." Zhao Jingting hit his head with his fist, his whole expression distorted in pain.
Su Qiao quickly looked around and helped him to a rock not far away. "Sit down and take a rest."
At this time, she couldn't care less about extorting food from Su Weixue.
[Host, the plot he made up on his own conflicts with reality. He will probably wake up after a while. How about we take advantage of this opportunity and try to see if we can seal away part of his memory?]
[You haven't made any preparations, so don't mess around yet.]
After all, it was a head problem, and it was not a pathological problem, so Su Qiao did not dare to act rashly.
I'm just afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll turn a person into a complete dementia.
"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"
This should be the first time this happened to him, and Su Qiao was a little worried about something unexpected happening.
Zhao Jingting's expression became calmer and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Thinking of how he looked like a dandy and 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 anymore.
He clenched his fists hard, took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to put on an evil expression. "You little Mao'er, why are you still here?"
Su Qiao: "..."
444: "..."
Zhao Jingting tried his best to maintain his expression, stretched out his finger and suddenly flicked Su Qiao's forehead, looking relaxed and uninhibited. "Didn't I ask you to go to your father's grave for a good life? Why don't you go?"
"..."
If the corners of your mouth were not so stiff, your expressions were not so silly, and your movements were not so mechanical, maybe she would still believe you.
He slapped the man on the shoulder. "You're already awake, why go to the grave?"
"It's not like you don't know where my father's grave is. It's five or six days away. How do you want me to get there?"
This time it was Zhao Jingting's turn to be speechless, and his face suddenly turned red.
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 quickly lowered his head and stood up in a hurry. "If you don't leave, I will."
Su Qiao took out a medicine bottle from his arms, pulled off the cap, and shook it in front of his eyes. "Don't you want this?"
A familiar smell of alcohol poured into his nose, and Zhao Jingting's alcohol addiction immediately came back.
He hasn't had a drink for many days, and he has been gritting his teeth these past few days. The taste is really uncomfortable.
After swallowing, Zhao Jingting couldn't care less about his embarrassment 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 stopper in again and took two steps back with a smile.
"This was originally mine."
Zhao Jingting's gaze has been falling on the medicine bottle, and his salivating look is like a wolf seeing flesh.
"It doesn't have your name Zhao Jingting written on it, so who can prove it is yours?"
Su Qiao just wouldn't give it to him.