Jiang Feng's honest face was flushed, and he looked at Zhao Nianhui in a daze.
Obviously, he didn't expect the other party to respond.
Zheng Zhen, who rushed over, watched the two people talking.
I felt very unhappy, but then I thought about it and felt a little proud.
In the past, Zhao Nianhui never talked to these country people.
She must have done this on purpose because she saw him coming. If she wanted to make him jealous, then she succeeded.
Thinking of this, Zheng Zhen walked over and said, "Nianhui, you haven't eaten breakfast yet? Here, eat quickly."
Zheng Zhen handed over the cloth bag in his hand.
There was a big steamed bun and two eggs in it.
He brought the eggs specifically for Zhao Nianhui.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Nianhui didn't even look at it.
"Zheng Zhen, I made it very clear last night that we will have no relationship in the future, and you don't need to come to me again."
Zheng Zhen frowned, he didn't expect this to happen.
"Nianhui, I can explain, actually..."
Just as he was about to pull Zhao Nianhui, someone shouted that something had happened to Shen Meizhu.
"I'll listen to your explanation." Zhao Nianhui said suddenly.
But Zheng Zhen was in no mood to talk at that moment. He followed the man and left, leaving a message saying that he would come to see her later.
Looking at Zheng Zhen's departing back, Zhao Nianhui smiled sarcastically.
He had already made a choice between Shen Meiju and the original owner.
Jiang Feng looked at the person walking away and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I'll go first."
Zhao Nianhui seemed to have adapted to this situation.
There was no trace of disappointment or sadness on his face, he just spoke to Qin Feng indifferently.
Then she took her sickle and went to the field she was going to harvest.
The field of golden wheat ears seems to stretch to the horizon.
At the edge of the field, a strong man, wearing simple coarse cloth, was harvesting wheat skillfully.
The muscles bulged due to the exertion, and beads of sweat slid into the honey-colored chest and flowed into the place that aroused people's imagination.
The man seemed to notice Zhao Nianhui's gaze.
Raising his head from the wheat field, the face was also exposed to the sunlight.
The man had handsome features, beads of sweat on his forehead, and his cold and hard jawline was tightly stretched.
A pair of eyes, dark and oppressive, were looking over here.
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