Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

He Yang held Hua Zhirong and talked for a while, and when all the villagers arrived one after another and had to leave, He Yang reluctantly bid farewell to Hua Zhirong, and stuffed him before leaving. A pile of banknotes, the eyes of the people on the other side are staring straight.

Wen Jingshu couldn't figure out whether he was helping Hua Zhirong or harming Hua Zhirong. Did he still think that his hatred was not stable enough and that there were few people who wanted to rob him?

But fortunately, the villagers are not fools. They know who can be bullied and who can't afford to be bullied. After taking a look, they immediately looked away.

"Then let's go back first." Hua Zhirong was already a little annoyed, he didn't understand a word He Yang said, he tried his best to suppress his irritability, and said in a nice voice as much as possible.

"Hey, young master, please go." He Yang wanted to correct Hua Zhirong's grammatical error. The word "go home" was wrong. His home shouldn't be there, but he stared at Hua Zhirong. Looking at him, he silently swallowed these words.

As soon as Hua Zhirong left He Yang, he breathed a sigh of relief. The people in his family were too enthusiastic, and the enthusiasm made people a little overwhelmed.

As soon as the two got into the car, they were immediately scrutinized by everyone, openly or secretly, as if seeing them for the first time, they were full of curiosity.

Hua Zhirong felt uncomfortable and squeezed to Wen Jingshu's side, Wen Jingshu patted him on the back reassuringly.

When the two returned home, they cooked and ate as usual.

Hua Zhirong looked at Wen Jingshu awkwardly: "Are we really going to leave like this?"

"Otherwise, what should we do? Wait for your family to catch you back?" Wen Jingshu looked at him amusedly.

"No." Hua Zhirong touched his nose, "Then what about these chicks? They are so small, they will die if left unattended."

Wen Jingshu stared at him for a while, seemingly puzzled, he glanced at Hua Zhirong strangely, and said indifferently: "Just take them there together."

"En." Hua Zhirong heard his answer, and immediately showed an expression of "what you said makes sense, why didn't I think of it just now?" Wen Jingshu didn't expose him, but yawned: "It's just that the private school is a bit troublesome."

When it came to this question, both of them were silent. Thinking about it, Pu Zhi spent so much effort to abduct Wen Jingshu to be his husband. In a few days, Wen Jingshu was about to resign and leave.

If they were Pu Zhizhuan, they would be really pissed off.

"I'll go find Mr. Pu by myself tomorrow." Wen Jingshu put down the bowls and chopsticks and cleaned up. He knew that such a day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

After dinner, they had to sort out the things they were going to take away. They also took the clothes Hua Zhirong wore when he fell down the mountain, and the clothes they bought before. It would be a waste to put it here to get moldy after not wearing it for a few days.

Hua Zhirong watched Wen Jingshu tidy up for a long time, and suddenly rolled out a few Wen Jingshu's from the pile of old clothes. Most of these were worn out, because Wen Jingshu often wore them in the countryside, but this time He obviously didn't intend to take it away, but he didn't expect Hua Zhirong to take it out secretly.

"Throw them away." Wen Jingshu glanced at them and said.

Hua Zhirong didn't speak, he looked at Wen Jingshu silently, Wen Jingshu was only watched for two seconds, and immediately surrendered: "Take it, it's a pity to throw it away."

"Yeah." Hua Zhirong achieved his goal, with the same expression on his face, stuffed it into the package, and took out Wen Jingshu's old bunt shirt.

Wen Jingshu couldn't see it anymore, and pressed Hua Zhirong's hand: "Don't take this with you."

Hua Zhirong pinched the short shirt, pouted: "I just want to throw it away."

Wen Jingshu: "..." He withdrew his hand, walked to the other side and continued to collect things. Hua Zhirong glanced at him, and after making sure that Wen Jingshu didn't look here, he immediately put the worn-out shorts into the bag. in the package.

The two turned the house upside down again, and when they finished packing, Hua Zhirong looked at the newly made furniture and pointed: "Are these placed here?"

"You want to take it away?" Wen Jingshu was a little helpless, so he simply uprooted this house and brought it to the He family mansion.

"Nothing." Hua Zhirong suddenly lost a little, he climbed onto the bed sleepily, hugged the quilt and buried his face in it.

Wen Jingshu saw that things were sorted out, and as he got on the bed, Hua Zhirong wrapped the quilt away, and he stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms, rubbing his head, but Hua Zhirong still refused to lift her. At first, I seemed to be asleep without moving.

"You didn't go alone, didn't I go with you? Still nervous?" Wen Jingshu hugged him and comforted him.

"No," Hua Zhirong said sullenly, "don't be nervous."

He couldn't tell what it was like, since the day he lost his memory, he had regarded this place as his home and lived there for many years. Even if Wen Jingshu later told him that it was not like this, he still couldn't change this existing feeling. Impressed, and here is only Wen Jingshu, a person who makes him feel very familiar and reassuring after seeing it.

But the He family was different, just He Yang made him feel very strange today, let alone the large number of his nominal relatives there.

They all regarded him as the closest person, but he couldn't do it. The only person he felt close and familiar with was Wen Jingshu.

He was a little worried whether Wen Jingshu would go with him. The question he asked Xiaoji before was actually to test Wen Jingshu's attitude. What if Wen Jingshu felt uncomfortable and didn't want to go?

Fortunately, Jingshu from his family is indeed the best, Hua Zhirong let go of the quilt, turned around and hugged Wen Jingshu, Wen Jingshu lowered his head, and the two of them stayed together for a while.

This day went by ups and downs, Hua Zhirong was already sleepy, he rubbed his eyes, wanting to sleep.

Wen Jingshu pulled off the quilt and covered the two of them. Hua Zhirong was about to fall asleep, but Wen Jingshu woke him up: "I found out that I forgot one thing."

"Huh?" Hua Zhirong was puzzled.

"You haven't taken your medicine yet." Wen Jingshu said as he lifted the quilt and got up to make medicine.

Huazhirong:! ! ? ?

"It's too late today, I don't want to eat." Hua Zhirong hugged Wen Jingshu's waist, dragged him tightly, and dragged him into the quilt, entangled him like an octopus: "Let's talk tomorrow." Bar."

"Forget it." Wen Jingshu didn't move, he reached out and touched the back of Hua Zhirong's head, there was still a small bulge, and he became entangled again, "Let's drink it."

"I'm asleep." Hua Zhirong hugged Wen Jingshu tightly, closed his eyes in self-deception, and let out a shallow breathing sound.

Wen Jingshu didn't know what he thought of, pinched his face, finally surrendered, and kissed him.