The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao swallowed his throat and felt a sense of wariness in his heart. He looked up and saw that there were still three or two passers-by nearby, and then said:

"This is near Fu Mao Market. You fainted due to low blood sugar."

The man blinked, and his sincere gratitude showed on his slightly feminine and pale face.

"You saved me, little girl? Thank you..."

His expression was sincere, although his voice still made people want to frown.

He put his elbows on the ground and tried to sit up. Tang Jiao hesitated whether to reach out to help him, but he discovered something strange.

He kept his white-gloved wrists slightly raised, preferring to rest his elbows on the ground rather than using his palms to prop himself up directly.

Could it be that my hand was injured and I couldn't touch it, so I wore gloves to cover it?

Tang Jiao's mind was spinning rapidly. After all, the doctor was kind-hearted and couldn't help but reach out and give him a hand.

The man held his abdomen, sat on the edge of the flower bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

As if he felt that he was too rude, he shook his head and laughed dumbly, and thanked Tang Jiao politely and gentlemanly again.

Tang Jiao did not refuse to be polite, and only said with the intention of saving people:

"If you often suffer from hypoglycemia, it is recommended to eat on time and carry some sugar with you."

"Someone just called an ambulance. Please wait for a moment. You can go to the hospital for a checkup."

She turned around and squatted on the ground, put the four or five bags on the ground back into her hands, and prepared to pick them up and leave.

"Yes, I have candy."

Tang Jiao turned his head in confusion.

I saw the man's meticulous white-gloved hands slowly reaching into the pocket of his black silk coat.

For some reason, Tang Jiao felt that his action was inexplicably creepy, as if he was pulling out a gun, a sharp dagger, or any other dangerous object.

Tang Jiao was shocked by his nonsensical imagination.

Fortunately, there was indeed a candy on the palm of the hand that the other party took out.

But the packaging shape is a bit special, like old-time candy.

The fat cylindrical shape is wrapped in thin kraft oil paper and painted with colorful patterns on the surface, like a festive girdle around it.

I ate Tang Zizi when I was very young. It was very sweet and not cheap to eat. However, it is hard to see it now. I didn’t expect that it is still produced.

She asked: "Then why don't you eat?"

He picked up the chubby candy with his white gloves and stroked it slowly.

The man's eyes were very focused, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression was a little sad, as if he was missing something.

This demeanor weakened the weirdness all over him, as if he was just a sad man with a story.

Tang Jiao's inner guard became more relaxed and he said, "Since you brought candy, just eat one. It will make you feel better."

The man smiled softly and slowly tore open the candy wrapper along the edge while wearing gloves, revealing the brown candy inside, which looked very sweet.

"I was so dizzy just now that I didn't have time to eat."

He put the candy into his mouth, tore off a small piece of candy wrapper, carefully folded it into a small square, and put it back in his pocket.

This is a person who is very nostalgic. Maybe this old candy has some special meaning to him.

Tang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, I'll leave first."

She stood up with her things in hand, and her cell phone rang. It was Xiao Jingchuan's exclusive ringtone.

Tang Jiaochao, who was still looking at his man, nodded, walked away a few steps, and answered the phone.

"Xiao Jingchuan~"

His voice was soft and sweet, as if he was holding every word in his mouth. It was completely different from the polite and distant tone just now.

Xiao Jingchuan's pleasant voice came from the other end.

"Are you home, or are you outside?"

Tang Jiao: "Ready to go back."

Xiao Jingchuan: "Still in Fumao? It's going to rain soon. I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Tang Jiao raised his head to look at the sky, and then he realized that the dark clouds were back again, layer upon layer, as if they were about to fall down.

"No, I'm waiting for the bus on the side of the road. I'll be back soon."

Tang Jiao unconsciously rubbed the tips of his shoes against the ground and asked again, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight? I'll cook!"

Xiao Jingchuan's low, lazy smile came to his ears.

"Okay, after the meeting, I'll be back at 7pm. My brother is looking forward to it."

Tang Jiao softly chatted with Xiao Jingchuan for a while, then Xiao Jingchuan urged him to go back quickly and ended the call.

The corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, and she turned around with a smile on her face, but was shocked!

At some point, the man stood three steps behind Tang Jiao.

He was thin, dressed in black, with shoulder-length black hair, and a pale face. His facial features were hidden in the shadows and his expression could not be seen clearly, paired with the dark clouds in the sky that were low behind him.

At first glance, it gives people a very depressing and scary feeling.

Tang Jiao was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.

After coming back to his senses, I was a little unhappy, why did this person eavesdrop on someone's phone call without saying a word!

However, the man took a step forward and walked out of the shadows, clearly showing the apology on his face, and his hoarse and ugly voice revealed an unfailing apology.

"Sorry, I just came over and wanted to say thank you and say goodbye to you. Didn't I scare you?"

After he stood up, his posture was very straight. Although he looked a little thin and feminine, he spoke politely.

An elegant and strange man with some quirks.

The so-called reaching out does not slap someone in the face.

Tang Jiao waved her hand and said it didn't matter. Seeing that the dark clouds were about to hit her head, she stopped delaying and reached out to the roadside to wave for a taxi.

"Please wait."

Tang Jiao turned around and met the man's narrow eyes.

Bai Sheng stretched out his mobile phone towards Tang Jiao, with a polite smile on his face, bowed slightly and said:

"My surname is Bai. I run a small flower shop near Jingnan Road."

"If you have the chance, can I give the girl a bouquet of flowers as a thank you?"

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Autumn in Jingzhou is always rainy and sudden.

"Crash..."

It was raining heavily outside, and it had been brewing for a long time. It finally broke through the dark clouds, falling thickly and quickly, constantly washing against the windows.

Tang Jiao was cooking in the kitchen wearing a kitten apron. She glanced out the window and then looked at the time.

It's 7:15.

Before, Xiao Jingchuan sent her a message saying that it was raining so heavily on the way back, so there was probably a traffic jam for a while.

Tang Jiao scooped up the vegetables in the pot and put them on the counter. The soup pot next to her was warming the soup over low heat. There was only one dish left, so the time should be about the same.

Tang Jiao rarely cooks. He usually eats in the school cafeteria. Occasionally he will cook noodles and fry rice on weekends to make ends meet.

Since Xiao Jingchuan came back, either he arranged for the restaurant to deliver food, or Tang Jiaozui was greedy for ordering various takeaways, so the kitchen was even more idle.

This time Tang Jiao followed the cooking video step by step. She took a bite with her chopsticks and sipped her mouth.

not bad!

Tang Jiaojiao, you are really talented!

Tang Jiao felt very happy, and her movements became more fluid, washing the pot with water, pouring oil, and pouring the chopped okra into the pot, preparing to make the last dish of fried okra.

Okra is also good for the stomach, hehe~

While waving the spatula, she was distractedly thinking about how to make pillows and sachets.

She has already placed an order for cloth covers and other materials at a store in the same city that delivers goods, and they will arrive tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow is Sunday and I have one day free, so I should be able to finish it.