The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

He Zheng's hand holding the handle of the kitchen knife involuntarily heated up, and the area where his hand came into contact with the kitchen knife turned red.

Before, I didn't know that He Yao was in the same group as the men in black who were chasing them. He was extremely anxious, grateful, and afraid that she would die, so he desperately held her in his arms from more than a hundred kilometers away and killed her in a few hours. When I arrived at An Yiju, my legs almost ran away and my lungs almost exploded.

Unexpectedly, he expressed the wrong feelings. What's blocking an arrow, what's a life-long mutual agreement, it was a conspiracy against him from the beginning.

However, he and Zhao Jing discovered this conspiracy secretly. In order to find out more inside information about the conspiracy, he could not question He Yao face to face or show that he already knew that this was a conspiracy against him. He had to pretend to be nonchalant. He continued to greet her.

Just thinking about it makes me panic!

I really want to kill her with a knife!

Holding the kitchen knife in his hand, He Zheng took a deep breath, trying to suppress the depressed mood and anger in his heart, and kept telling himself that now was not the time, so wait.

Zhao Jing placed a bowl of oily, milky-white fish soup in front of He Yao, "Miss He, try it. He cooked this for you personally, and it is full of his thoughts for you."

When He Zheng heard this, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

He Yao looked at the oil on the fish soup, smelled the fishy smell that lingered in the air, and held back the nausea in her throat, "Sister Zhao, don't you think there's something wrong with this fish? Why is it all oil?"

"This is the oil refined from the wild boar we hunted before. The wild boar was all lean meat, and it took a lot of effort to refine so much oil. Normally I wouldn't be willing to put it in, so you have to cherish it. Besides, you don't need to add oil when making soup. The soup has no soul. Miss He, drink it while it's hot, it's a delicious dish with its original flavor."

A hint of mocking disdain and contempt leaked from the corner of He Yao's mouth, and she sighed in her heart, thinking to herself: You are a country bumpkin who has never seen the world! When Zhao Jing looked over, she quickly put away her expression, smiled sweetly and looked at He Zheng, who had just brought a bowl and sat down opposite her, "Brother He, this soup is a bit hot, can you help me blow it?"

In the past, He Zheng immediately took the spoon and helped him blow it gently, and he was happy with it. But now, he just feels numb and goosebumps all over his body.

I don’t know how I got used to this soft and charming cooing sound before, but I still think it is the gentleness that a woman should have.

Now, when she heard it, she felt unwell all over her body. She felt that the arms and shoulders she had touched before were uncomfortable. She still wanted him to blow on her and feed her soup?

dream!

Zhao Jing touched He Zheng's knee with her knee.

He Zheng, who was originally indifferent, put down the bowl, got up and went back to the kitchen to get a basin. He poured He Yao's soup into the basin, then poured it from the basin into the bowl, and then poured it from the bowl into the basin... After going back and forth several times, he pushed the basin away. When he came to He Yao, he said in a stiff tone: "It's cold."

Zhao Jing smiled sullenly and said nothing. He doesn't even want to pretend anymore, right? This man turned against anyone so quickly!

He Yao was stunned and glanced at Zhao Jing who almost burst out laughing. She gritted her teeth secretly and reached out to touch the outer wall of the basin, "Brother He, this is too cold. You know that I am weak and I was so seriously injured..."

As she said that, she stared at He Zheng with tears in her eyes, weak and helpless, "That arrow, if it weren't for me, Brother He, you..."

How dare you lift that arrow! He Zheng suppressed the disgust and hatred in his eyes, poured his bowl into the basin with stiff movements, poured another bowl and pushed it in front of He Yao, "Now, it's just right."

He Yao gritted her teeth and said with tears in her eyes: "Brother He, you were not like this before. You used to be very patient with me. No matter how picky I was or how delicate I was, you always smiled and loved me. But now, you are all You don’t look at me, you don’t smile at me, and you have no patience with me anymore.”

Seeing He Zheng holding the bowl and turning around to eat, he felt even more chilled, "Brother He, I know I come from a poor background, but I have no choice. I have been sold there since I was a child. But I am innocent. , Brother He, we agreed to be together forever, to get married, and to have many, many children... Wuwu..."

He Yao's tears fell freely like broken beads, as if everyone in the world felt sorry for her and owed her:

"Brother He, I could have dodged that arrow, but I dodged it, and you... I didn't dodge it because of you. I wasn't even afraid of death for you, but you didn't even look at it. Take one look at me, do you really not like me? Brother He..."

Noisy! Irritated! disgust!

He Zheng tried hard to suppress the various complex emotions in his heart. After struggling for three seconds, he felt that he could not help but lift the table, so he took his bowl of fish soup out of the house and went to the yard to eat.

Zhao Jing hates crying at every turn. In the apocalypse, tears can only make her die faster, so no matter how difficult it is, she never cries.

These people cry and laugh when they want, but they don’t know how precious emotional freedom is!

Sighing, Zhao Jing also took her share and went out to eat.

Now He Zheng, no matter what He Yao said, he would never believe it, she still mentioned that arrow! Why! How sad! The plan that I thought was perfect was discovered and I didn’t even know it!

Zhao Jing and He Zheng sat side by side on the huge wood at the outermost edge of the yard, and the setting sun stretched their figures very long.

Zhao Jing took a sip of soup and said, "Go to bed early tonight. You still owe me a lot."

He Zheng's ears instantly turned red.

After dinner, He Zheng washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen as usual.

He Yao was extremely envious. When did this idiot become so sensible? He actually knew how to take the initiative to clean up the kitchen and wash the dishes.

"Sister Zhao, you..."

Zhao Jing opened the door to the guest room on the first floor, "It's getting late, and Miss He is Mr. He's friend. It would be unkind to ask you to leave. You can stay here tonight."

He Yao saw that the room was empty, with nothing else except some strange beds and cabinets.

Zhao Jing stood at the door and invited He Yao in, "I'm sorry, Miss He, there are no quilts in this remote place in the countryside, and it's not cold today. Just rest for the night."

He Yao looked at the bare wooden bed that was as hard as iron, and said with a weak fake smile: "Isn't there a quilt in Sister Zhao's room? I can be aggrieved and sleep in the same room with Sister Zhao..."

She was thinking in her mind that now she and that fool could not sleep together, and that would not allow that fool to have more connections with this person named Zhao.

Zhao Jing smiled and said, "You want to sleep with me?"

He Yao blushed and lowered her head, humming slightly embarrassedly, "Sister Zhao, can't you?"

Zhao Jing still smiled and said: "No! I'm not interested in women! It will get dark soon, so go to sleep."

"Yes, Sister Zhao..."

Before He Yao finished speaking, Zhao Jing closed the door, pulled He Zheng and left. As for the unwashed dishes, let him go.