Zhaonan's cold gaze swept over her slightly oily lips, and suddenly he seemed absentminded.How come she eats everything so dishonestly, like a rabbit or a cat, nibbling and then using her little tongu...Ronger showed her up, reaching out a hand to steady her.

Ning Yuan looked up at him, her tone irritated. “Are you a ghost Why are you following me so closely”

This person walks just like a ghost, sticking right behind people!

Róng Zhāonán lowered his head to look at the girl across from him. Her round face was full of anger.

Under the dusky summer night, her large eyes shone like sparkling stars, full of life and energy.

"Can't I come closer I'm not blocking your way. You seem angry, why" he raised an eyebrow.

Ning Yuan is about to be driven crazy by straight men.

She pushed his hand away with a sullen face: “What am I angry about What qualifications do I have to be angry at someone as esteemed as you, Rong Dadao Am I worthy”

"Glory...big boss, what does big boss mean" Rong Zhaonan pondered.

Ning Yuan: " ...Meaning you're sick."

Well, these days, Hong Kong dramas haven't reached their golden age yet, so it's understandable that he wouldn't know about this term.

Rong ZhaoNan frowned: “I don’t have any external or internal injuries that would leave aftereffects. Old Tang took my pulse and said I was just malnourished, nothing else.”

Even though he was malnourished, after he started hunting in the mountains and had a steady supply of meat, his physical condition returned to nearly its peak.

Ning Yuan: " ...No, there's something wrong with your head."

He's actually agonizing over whether or not he's sick. What a generational gap!

"Are you scolding me"

Ning Yuan twitched the corner of her lips: "Heh heh heh, congratulations, you got it right, no reward."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked away.

I really don't want to talk to him anymore.

Rong Zhaonan suddenly moved, standing in front of Ning Yuan: "Why are you scolding people Why are you angry"

Ning Yuan watched as he stared at her with a calm expression, but she could read between the lines—you give me an explanation, or don't even think about leaving.

She gave him a cold look. "Rong Zhaonan, we're living together now, helping each other out. You have the skills, and I earned money by selling the game you hunted."

Things have been going well lately, but I haven't been actively looking for opportunities, and you haven't had anywhere to hunt. I don't owe you anything!

Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "So what's the point"

A woman's mind is truly complicated; she hasn't gotten to the point yet. His soldiers, they would have been dealt with long ago.

Ning Yuan said angrily, "So I hate that you don't speak properly and always mock me. Even if my suggestions are inappropriate and touch on your wounds."

She paused for a moment, then continued, “But I’m not a god, and I can’t do everything perfectly. If you think I’ve done something wrong, just tell me clearly why.”

"Instead of being sarcastic and putting on airs, I don't owe you anything! Who do you think you are to talk to me like that"

She hates people who are sarcastic and speak in a yin-yang way, as if their mouths can't speak calmly!

In his previous life, Li Yan was just like that. At forty years old, his career had reached a plateau and he couldn't go any further. He became irritable and easily angered, often using rhetorical questions.

Mocking others seems to make oneself appear more capable.

Anyone who gets close to him will be affected by his bad mood, but they also consider his unhappiness about his career not going well, so they can only endure it.

What the heck! What gives her the right Just because she married a man, she has to be his emotional dumping ground

...it's not like she made his career go downhill!

Rong Zhao Nan looked at Ning Yuan's angry expression, and for a moment, he didn't react: "...."

Ning Yuan, after letting out a breath of frustration, inexplicably felt a bit lighter in her heart. She then looked at Rong Zhao Nan's stunned expression.

Her pretty brows furrowed: "I'm done. Get out of the way."

I'm so fed up with these men!

Rong Zhaonan stared at her, pressed his black-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, and provocatively curled the corner of his lips: "Don't want to let go What are you going to do about it"ped into the office, he saw several red-arm band members seated inside.That very first one was the deputy secretary of the commune, Li Yan, whom he had met last time. He had some unclear and indescrib...