Su Ningning blushed and quickly retorted: "Only a ghost would like you! You, you, you, why are you carrying the car forward!"

He Qingshan rolled his eyes and said innocently, "What else? The car is broken, it can't carry me, I don't carry it, you carry it?"

As he spoke, he looked at Su Ningning's thin and frail shoulders, thinking that if he exerted a little strength, he would be able to crush her bones in one move.

But the next moment, he couldn't help but wonder, how come this little girl was so fair? One day, he was tired from work and came out to find something to eat. He saw her standing there from a distance. Her skin was so fair and glowing, like a fairy.

If anyone marries a fairy like this, he must keep her as a worshipper at home, right?

He carried Su Ningning's bicycle and walked forward at a brisk pace. Su Ningning could only trot after him. After a short while, she got tired of following him and stamped her feet in anger: "You're walking too fast! I can't catch up!"

He Qingshan stopped, looked up at her, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, I'll let you go fifty steps, you go first."

Is there still room for improvement on this road? Su Ningning was so angry that she almost laughed. She simply walked forward for a few dozen steps. He Qingshan couldn't help laughing. He counted that she had walked about fifty steps and immediately raised his legs to catch up. Unexpectedly, he actually caught up with her because of his height and long legs.

Su Ningning found this man more and more incredible. The two of them just kept playing around and unknowingly arrived at the repair shop.

She was so tired that her face was flushed, but He Qingshan was still calm and composed. Seeing her like this, he shook his head and said, "Tsk, you're too thin. Look at you, you're so tired after just a few steps."

If I do something else, I will be exhausted.

He Qingshan borrowed tools from the repair shop, squatted down and repaired the bicycle without much effort, without spending a penny. He handed a cigarette to the owner of the repair shop, and that was the end of it.

Su Ningning was grateful and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do. Next time you come to eat noodles, don't charge me. Just consider it my treat."

He Qingshan smiled and said, "Well, if you really want to thank me, why don't I take your ride? Where is your home? Is it close to Hejia Village?"

Su Ningning thought for a moment and said truthfully, "My home is in Sujiatun, not far from Hejia Village. In that case, we can go together."

In the end, He Qingshan rode the bicycle, and Su Ningning sat on the back seat holding the pot, and couldn't help but feel that the world was really wonderful.

She originally didn't plan to follow the plot, but somehow she still got to know He Qingshan. The two of them had only known each other for a few hours, but they could go home together?

In her heart, she actually had a good impression of He Qingshan.

He was a funny, kind man, rough but easygoing in his behavior, and he really helped her a lot that day.

But thinking about what happened to him, Su Ningning felt that although she did not plan to marry He Qingshan this time, she should try her best to avoid the tragic situation that happened to Shuqi.

At this time, when passing by Hejia Village, He Qingshan got off the bicycle and said goodbye to her, Su Ningning still spoke.

"He Qingshan, I heard that coal mines are prone to accidents, especially collapses. There are quite a lot of people working in your coal mine near us, so you must pay attention to safety and be sure to take precautions to avoid collapses."

He Qingshan couldn't help laughing when he saw her cute and tender face talking to him seriously. He raised his hand to give her a blow on the head.

But this time, Su Ningning grabbed his hand and said seriously, "Don't play the game on me again, He Qingshan, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

He Qingshan's big hand was grasped by her small hand. Her skin was smooth and soft, and the texture formed a sharp contrast with the texture of his palm.

He could only see her cherry-like lips moving. His hands seemed to be wrapped in the softest and most fragrant cotton in the world. He had no strength to move them, and he could not hear what she was saying at all. His heartbeat was in a mess at that moment.

There is nothing better than using softness to overcome hardness.