Nangong Jue came down quickly, having changed into a simple black loungewear outfit, which made him appear taller and had longer legs. However, compared to his previous impeccably dressed and sophisticated appearance... well, I mean, impeccably dressed, he now looked more down-to-earth.

Of course, it also has a touch of repressed, ascetic charm.

Although she didn't want to take on this man, it didn't stop Le Yao from appreciating his good looks. The saying "beauty is food for the eyes" was exactly right. She finally understood what Song Qiaoqiao meant when she said that she ate two extra bowls of rice just looking at Wu Ya.

Because she also ate two bowls, she was completely stuffed.

Aunt Bai brought out hawthorn soup at just the right time.

After drinking a bowl, I finally felt better.

Ignoring the mockery in the other person's eyes, Le Yao got up and walked out.

This time, Nangong Jue didn't stop him, but got up and followed him out: "We'll continue tomorrow night, on Sunday, which is the last day of the week. We agreed to do it twice a week."

Le Yao turned around and glared at the other man. He was such a fussy guy. But she knew she couldn't refuse him, so she didn't bother arguing. She snorted and walked away, clutching her stomach.

After watching Le Yao enter Villa No. 2, Nangong Jue returned, patted his stomach, and realized he was also stuffed. Life was really good like this.

The next morning, Le Yao connected with Qiao Qiao and did a live stream. In the evening, she went next door to cook a meal, and of course, she ate before going back.

As soon as he entered, he saw Han Baozhu had just hung up the phone and casually asked, "Who called?"

"It's the village chief." Han Baozhu didn't hide anything. "Alan, we need to go back for a bit."

"Did something happen?" Le Yao frowned.

"No," Han Baozhu hurriedly waved his hand, "I just haven't been back for a few months. We still have three mu of land, and it's time to plant autumn corn now."

"When are you planning to go back?" Le Yao's eyes lit up. "I'll go with you then." In Han Binglan's memory, the days in Lishu Village were actually the happiest days of her life.

"Didn't the doctor say to come back tomorrow to have the stitches removed? Then let's do it on Tuesday or Wednesday." Han Baozhu smiled. After the stitches were removed, he wouldn't have to use a wheelchair anymore.

"Okay." Le Yao nodded. This way, she would have time to go to the mall to buy some things. When she returned, she would bring back some gifts for the villagers who had helped her family.

The next morning, he went to the hospital. The doctor said that Han Baozhu was recovering very well. After the stitches were removed, he just needed to start exercising slowly. He was sure that he would recover to normal.

In the afternoon, Le Yao took Han Xiangdong to the mall to buy gifts.

I had just paid when my old phone rang in my bag.

Le Yao frowned slightly. She had originally thought it would be someone from Han Guosheng's side, but when she found it was an unfamiliar number, she hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Han Binglan." A woman's voice came through, somewhat shrill, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

Le Yao frowned. Why was her tone so sharp? But she still politely asked, "Who are you?"

Don't you know who I am?

"Should I know? Tell me if you want, or I'm hanging up."

"You dare hang up and see what happens!"

Le Yao pouted, "I'll give it a try," and then promptly hung up.

"Whose call was that?" Han Xiangdong asked.

"He's a lunatic," Le Yao said dismissively. "Let's go back."

Meanwhile, He Rong on the other side: ...

Is this woman trying to get ahead of herself? Should I really hang up on her?