Chapter 27： conflict memory

Chapter 27 Conflict Memory

Si Ningning doesn't want to deal with people who are too stupid, but this doesn't mean that she is a **** with no temper at all.

Jumping sideways repeatedly, right?

Then you can dance for me again.

Si Ningning's eyes were cold, his aura was full, half of his gorgeous face was hidden in the shadows, and he stared at Jiang Yue condescendingly due to his height advantage.

Even Jiang Yuetie couldn't help but feel a little afraid in front of such Si Ningning, and obediently clenched the broom in his arms.

There was a brief stalemate in the atmosphere. Si Ningning calmed down her momentum and turned back to Xu Shuhua with a smile:

“I just saw a well outside. I went over to see if I could get some water.”

After saying that, he went straight out of the house.

The well is in the front right of the house, just two steps ahead along the path outside the opening.

Si Ningning squatted by the well and rolled up his sleeves gently.

Her wrists are very thin, her skin is porcelain white, and the broken light from the leaves falls on it, as if it is transmitted through light.

As the sleeves were rolled up higher and higher, a large bruise on the top of the porcelain white arm came into view, which was very dazzling.

Si Ningning only recalled her original life experience when she first traveled through time, and did not take the initiative to recall the rest. Just now, Jiang Yue grabbed her wrist, accompanied by a dull pain, and many fragmented memory fragments flashed in her mind.

Swill in the military kettle, coal **** in the lunch box, needle points and thick rulers, as well as the almost hysterical mockery:

“You eat, you will be full!”

How strong a person must be to endure this?

Affected by the memory, Si Ningning felt depressed and shed tears unconsciously.

I was feeling uncomfortable after sobbing, but soon, it felt like someone was grabbing my throat, and suddenly I couldn't bear it anymore.

“How long have you been standing there?”

Si Ningning wiped away her tears and stood up awkwardly.

Five or six meters away, under the shadow of the trees, stood a tall man with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

“The toilet is over there.”

Mo Bei said calmly, his shoulders tilted back.

He is not only tall, but also has a very upright appearance, with pointed eyebrows and clear and sharp jawline. He is considered to be a handsome man who will be highly sought after by young girls in future generations. Even the sound is like a spring dripping from a mountain stream, cool and pleasant to the ear.

etc!

This seems to be the first time he speaks after introducing himself?

Moreover, the previous one was not considered a self-introduction, right?

My name is **** to everyone else. I am **** years old and an educated youth from **** place.

When it came to his mouth, there were only two simple words:

“Mo Bei.”

He is handsome and has a lot of personality, but he is just a little too cold.

Although Si Ningning has a very weak family relationship, she cannot deny the fact that she is the daughter of a wealthy family. Although she is not as extravagant and luxurious as other corporate daughters, her childhood education and living environment have shaped her to be delicate and proud.

Hence, she doesn’t like to post.

In other words, no one likes having a hot face but a cold butt.

Si Ningning lowered his eyelids, put down his sleeves, turned around and looked at the mouth of the well.

The wellhead is raised, 50-60cm in diameter, and very deep.

Si Ningning lay on the edge and looked in. The reflected well was only the size of a disk, and her head was only as big as a thumb.

“Don’t look at it, we can’t fetch water without a bucket.”

Mo Bei's voice was cold, and at some point, he was already standing beside her.

Si Ningning said "Oh" and found out that he couldn't fetch water.

This place has not been inhabited for so long, not to mention the buckets for water and no one has cleaned the fallen leaves in the well.

Clapping her hands to break the moss, she stood up and was about to go back.

Mo Bei followed her leisurely and leisurely, staring at the braid swinging on her back shoulders in trance.

(End of this chapter)