Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 672 Out of the City
The man was slapped, lowered his head and whispered: "Take it."

Seeing his little brother like this, the captain didn't say anything more.

Then he turned his head to look at Fang Huahui, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, the subordinates are disobedient, and Mr. Fang laughed."

"I don't want to waste any more time here with you." Fang Huahui said in a cold voice with no expression on his face.

Seeing Fang Huahui like this, the team leader was also stunned, but he still waved his hand: "Let go."

When those people saw that their captain said that they were allowed to go, they didn't stop them any more, so they all stood away.

"Let's go." Fang Huahui clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rode directly to the gate of the city.

Looking at the carts of goods, the team leader looked at them with a cold expression.

As far as this Fang family is concerned, he really can't afford to mess with it. There is no way, no one is born equal.

He is just a servant of the Feng family, it is normal for Fang Huahui not to take him seriously.

After leaving the city, it is still far away from Fengcheng, and Fengcheng is basically invisible.

Seeing this, Fang Huahui hurriedly got off his horse and went to the caravan carriage.

Unpack the goods and open the two boxes, and there are Yang Cong and Zhang Xiangxiang inside.

But it might be because Zhang Xiangxiang couldn't stand it for a long time inside, and she was sweating a little.

But luckily it came out in time.

"Miss Xiangxiang, are you okay?" Fang Huahui quickly pulled Zhang Xiangxiang out.

Zhang Xiangxiang's forehead was sweating, he shook his head, and said weakly, "It's okay, just rest for a while and you'll be fine."

"Well, how about this, Brother Yang Cong and Miss Xiangxiang sit there together." Fang Huahui pointed to a carriage not far away.

Not enough, this carriage is not for loading things, but a place for Fang Huahui to rest, and it is relatively comfortable inside.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiangxiang shook his head hastily: "How embarrassing, we have troubled you enough, Mr. Fang, this really can't."

"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Fang Huahui said, "If you think I'm good, just call me Huahui, we are all friends, aren't we?"

"This..." Zhang Xiangxiang still hesitated.

"Brother Yang Cong, come and help Miss Xiangxiang." Fang Huahui looked at Yang Cong, he knew that Yang Cong's words must be fine.

"Oh, Xiangxiang, let's go, you should take a good rest." Yang Cong said.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang." Zhang Xiangxiang said.

"Huh? Still called Mr. Fang?" Fang Huahui looked at Zhang Xiangxiang and said.

"I'll call you Mr. Huahui." Zhang Xiangxiang said.

"That's fine, you should also take a good rest." Fang Huahui nodded and said.

After all, compared to Mr. Fang, Mr. Huahui is much closer.

Then Yang Cong helped Zhang Xiangxiang into the carriage.

At this time, outside, the man who was thin and thin at the beginning came to Fang Huahui's side.

From the very beginning to the present, he has almost completely understood it.

"Master, it's not good to be an enemy of Feng Chengwen for such a woman." The thin man said.

"It's nothing good or bad, I'm happy." Fang Huahui said: "Besides, Feng Chengwen, the old fox, has long been thinking about those things in my house, and I'm not afraid of him."

"Since the young master made the decision, it must be right." The thin man said to Fang Huahui.

"Hehe, let's go." Fang Huahui smiled.

Yang Cong inside could also hear the conversation between the two outside clearly, but he felt relieved when he heard it.

At least he felt that Fang Huahui was a good person who really wanted to help them.

"What's the matter, Cong?" Zhang Xiangxiang asked concerned when he saw that Yang Cong seemed to be thinking about something.

"It's nothing, Xiangxiang, you should have a good sleep." Yang Cong smiled and shook his head.

"En." Zhang Xiangxiang also nodded reassuringly, as long as Yang Cong was by her side, she would feel at ease, as if she didn't have to worry about anything.

Leaning in Yang Cong's arms, he soon fell asleep.

Yang Cong also stared blankly at Zhang Xiangxiang, who was sleeping at this time. That face made people obsessed, and people couldn't help but feel protective when they saw it.

As time passed, Yang Cong seemed to be immersed in it.

Suddenly, a voice brought Yang Cong back to reality.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang." Yang Cong turned his head and found that it was Fang Huahui.

"Brother Yang... Is Miss Xiangxiang still resting?" Fang Huahui asked.

"Yes." Yang Cong nodded.

"Okay then, since that's the case, Brother Yang, why don't you come out and have something to eat." Fang Huahui said.

"Okay." Yang Cong responded, just as he was also hungry.

Then let Zhang Xiangxiang lie down, and he walked out of the carriage gently.

Looking at the eyes, it was already pitch black outside at this time, and it was already night.

The only light is those torches around.

"Brother Yang, come with me." Fang Huahui then led Yang Cong to a fire.

Fang Huahui walked to the fire and sat down, then he motioned for Yang Cong to sit down as well.

Yang Cong also sat down in response to Fang Huahui.

At this moment, Fang Huahui handed over the barbecue from the side.

"Brother Yang, this is barbecue, but I don't know if it suits Brother Yang's appetite." Fang Huahui said with a smile.

Taking the barbecue, Yang Cong took a bite and found that it tasted pretty good: "Yeah, it's delicious."

"Since Brother Yang said it's delicious, I'm relieved." Fang Huahui nodded, and then took a piece of barbecue from the side and ate it.

"What's the relationship between Brother Yang and Miss Xiangxiang?" Fang Huahui asked suddenly.

"It doesn't matter." Yang Cong shook his head and said, "She saved me."

"Oh?" Fang Huahui became a little curious. After all, looking at Yang Cong and Zhang Xiangxiang, the relationship between them is not simple.

"I seemed to have fallen off a cliff and was rescued by Xiangxiang." Yang Cong said, "And I lost my memory."

When it comes to amnesia, Yang Cong always sighs.

Some of the things he knows now are in a daze, and he doesn't know exactly what's going on.

So now Yang Cong may still not have recovered his memory.

"Brother Yang should recover his memory as soon as possible." Fang Huahui said.

"Well, that's for sure." Yang Cong nodded. Restoring his memory is what he cares most about now, but there is nothing he can do about it.

During the time spent with Zhang Xiangxiang, Zhang Xiangxiang also tried many ways to try to restore Yang Cong's memory, but they all failed.

So, right now, I don't know what can restore Yang Cong's memory.

"By the way, what are you going to Guangyuan City for?" Fang Huahui asked.

"Go to Zhongzhou." Yang Cong chewed on the barbecue, so Fang Huahui didn't hear clearly.

"Where?"

"Go to Zhongzhou."

"No, brother Yang, can you say it again, I didn't hear clearly."

"Zhongzhou~~~"

(End of this chapter)