Allow her to be pampered

Chi Rong sat on the saddle with his calves dangling, and Wu Qingzhi pushed the car sideways while holding the handlebar.

Having nothing to do tonight, Wu Qingzhi pushed the car out of the mansion and strolled on the boulevard.

When the bicycle is in motion, there will be a series of trickling sounds from the wheels, which are noisier than the sound of a heartbeat and more peaceful than the sound of cicadas.

"It would be even better if there is another bunch of candied haws at this time."

Chi Rong muttered in a low voice, but Wu Qingzhi listened to the words.

He looked at Chi Rong with eyes that were half loving and half blaming, but finally couldn't bear her, so he said softly: "Chi Rong, you can't eat the candied haws that are sold outside recently, but I will allow you to eat the fresh fruit."

Chi Rong said with disdain: "So to put it bluntly, it's not that I don't have anything to eat. Where can I find a hawthorn tree now?"

Wu Qingzhi stopped and said with a smile, "As long as you want to eat, I can help you."

After all, Wu Qingzhi carried Chi Rong off the saddle, but he himself stepped up with his long legs and was ready to go. He lifted Chi Rong onto the frame and taught her to sit sideways: "Chi Rong, just sit down!" stable."

So the night breeze was blowing, Wu Qingzhi stepped on the pedals, and rode the car down the slope, Chi Rong sat sideways on the frame, and the rapid downhill speed made her cry out in excitement.

Wu Qingzhi smiled without saying a word, looking from the front, it seemed that he was hugging Chi Rong.

The two were very close, and they rode through the streets and alleys, far away from the bright neon lights, and headed straight for Nancheng.

There are tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land in the south of Yue'an City, where most farmers live.

The car drove past a memorial archway, and the road ahead was no longer an asphalt road, but a dirt road about one oxcart wide.

The fruit trees are fragrant all around, there are no tall buildings standing on the left and right, and the night wind is unobstructed, making it even cooler.

A few young children are kicking shuttlecocks on the flat ground below the archway by the dim light of the street lamps.

Seeing this, Chi Rong immediately jumped out of the car, scrambling to get involved.

Chi Rong was originally an immature girl, in other words, childlike innocence was irreversible, so she quickly became one with the children.

Chi Rong laughed and made a fuss, and Wu Qingzhi leaned on the car to guard her.

Chi Rong is wearing a pair of elegant small high heels today. The last is narrow and looks good, but they can't be used for games.

She couldn't kick left and right, so she naturally lost in the shuttlecock kicking competition.

A little boy said with a smile: "Sister, can you do it? We can kick more than ten in a row, but you can't even kick three!"

As soon as the words were finished, the little boy was caught from behind. She turned around and saw that it was a handsome uncle.

Wu Qingzhi asked with a smile: "Son, do you have fruit trees in your house?"

This little boy had never seen such a gentle and handsome adult like Wu Qingzhi, she didn't know anything else, she just thought this uncle was clean and good-looking.

So he sniffed his nose and said truthfully: "There are several fruit trees in the yard of my house, and the fruit in my house is the sweetest in the whole village!"

Wu Qingzhi nodded, and said persuasively: "Then I'll go buy your fruit, and when you kick the shuttlecock later, let my sister win and let her win, okay?"

"it is good!"

Chi Rong was mingling with the children, when he saw Wu Qingzhi talking to a child outside the circle, he shouted at him from a distance: "What are you talking about sneakily, don't take me alone!"

Wu Qingzhi smiled and didn't answer, but patted the child in the dark, sent her home quickly, and conveyed the matter to her parents.

So it was only a cup of tea, and a peasant woman came running with a big bamboo basket.

The little boy grabbed the peasant woman's trousers, pointed at Wu Qingzhi and shouted, "Mother, this is the uncle who wants to buy our fruit!"

The child's voice was the loudest, and the sound of "uncle" was extremely loud in the night.

Chi Rong heard the sound and immediately dropped the shuttlecock.

"Look, uncle, my mother has picked a lot of fruits, including red bayberry, loquat, and hawthorn. You can taste it quickly. It doesn't cost money if it's not sweet!"

Wu Qingzhi's smile froze on his face, and when Chi Rong saw this, he almost laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Child, he can't taste it now, it's the same if you give me one to taste."

After Chi Rong finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to get the fruit in the bamboo basket.

Unexpectedly, the child immediately blocked the bamboo basket with his arms and shouted: "No, this fruit is sold to my uncle. Uncles can taste it, but sisters cannot!"

Chi Rong was shocked, he was actually provoked by the child's words, so he forgot to protect Wu Qingzhi's age, but started talking to the child: "Why can't I taste it! His is mine, and mine is his! This is I want to taste the fruit my husband bought for me!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly reached out his hand from the side of the child, snatched a deep purple red bayberry, and threw it into his mouth.

Seeing this, the child took a deep breath, and immediately burst into tears: "You are lying, uncle can only marry aunt, how can uncle marry sister! Not only are you lying, but you are also robbing uncle!"

The child was unreasonable, crying more and more fiercely, Chi Rong suddenly panicked, and pushed Wu Qingzhi forward: "Tell her, I am your wife, why don't you let me eat the fruit!"

Wu Qingzhi was originally caught by the child's weakness in age, and his words froze for a while. Seeing Chi Rong and the child quarreling rigidly, he couldn't laugh or cry, so he said: "Chi Rong, you are the same as the child. What is more real than a child!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to the peasant woman who was coaxing the child, and handed over a discount of money, "My wife is very playful, and accidentally made Qianjin cry. The money is for buying fruits, and I also bought bamboo baskets." and received it."

The peasant woman took the money, looked at the denomination, and was overjoyed immediately. She patted her daughter on the back and asked her to kowtow to thank her benefactor.

But the child cried so wronged that he couldn't lift his head from side to side, and the peasant woman couldn't do anything about it.

Chi Rong was a little guilty, so she sneaked into Wu Qingzhi's ear and said, "Since we have bought the fruit, let's go home."

Wu Qingzhi scraped her nose funny, nodded slightly to the peasant woman, then picked up the bamboo basket and stepped into the car.

So, on the way back, Chi Rong sat sideways on the carriage frame with a bamboo basket in his arms, eating fruit happily.

The bayberries from this farmer's family are big and sweet, with thick flesh and small kernels. She ate them all the way, and her fingers and lips were dyed purple.

On the way back to the mansion, there is a section of ramp, which is fun when going downhill, but laborious when going uphill.

Wu Qingzhi pedaled deeply, rode the bike to the front of the mansion, hugged Chi Rong, panted and said: "Chi Rong, I bought fruit for you to eat, is there any reward?"

Due to his illness, Wu Qingzhi hadn't exercised like this for a long time. During this ride, his face was already covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his face was also flushed.

Chi Rong raised his eyes to look, and after just one glance, he didn't dare to look down again.

Wu Qingzhi swallowed deeply, and said in a hoarse voice to Chi Rong's ear: "Chi Rong, give me a reward, huh?"