Chapter 9 Blame her?

Ruan Xiaoru's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked at her son Yang Yuheng.

In the next second, her face was darkened, she held back and gritted her teeth: "Jian Xing, don't talk nonsense, it's not good for you."

"Oh!"

Jian Xing shrugged innocently, but her expression was indescribably sad and helpless.

Seeing that Jian Xing didn't say anything, Ruan Xiaoru looked at Yang Yuheng enthusiastically again: "Ayu, why don't you go back to the main house? It's convenient to eat and drink like this."

In that case, she doesn't have to send things over, it's too cheap for Jian Xing.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yuheng replied blankly: "Since I have already come out to live, there is no need to go back. You don't have to take care of me, I will take care of myself."

Ruan Xiaoru choked for a moment, feeling flustered and uneasy.

What did he mean?
Could it be that he really knew something, so he was blaming her?

Thinking of this, her eyes subconsciously fell on Jian Xing who was beside her, wishing she could peel off her skin.

This woman must have chewed something on her ear in front of her son, otherwise how could his attitude be so strange?
Jian Xing naturally didn't know what Ruan Xiaoru was thinking, otherwise he would definitely complain!
However, now she doesn't care what the old woman thinks, let alone pay attention to her.

Living your own life is the number one priority.

As for Yang Yuheng, she doesn't have the ability to dominate his thoughts!

"That... Ayu, how can you say that?"

Ruan Xiaoru was silent for a while, a little aggrieved and choked up: "How often do you come back, mom just wants you to live comfortably."

Yang Yuheng frowned slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his black eyes: "Mom, you are overthinking. I have something to deal with when I come back this time, and I need a quiet place to rest. There are too many people in the main house, so it's a bit noisy..."

"Is it really?"

Ruan Xiaoru breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yang Yuheng seriously: "Ayu, you must not listen to other people's words, and hurt our family's feelings."

After finishing speaking, she did not forget to take a look at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly: "..."

Was she shot while lying down?

Why are you blaming her for everything?
Thinking of this, she raised her eyebrows, and looked at Ruan Xiaoru with interest: "Mom, the vegetables and meat I asked my sister-in-law to bring yesterday are quite good, did you buy them in the town?"

"Yes... yes!"

Ruan Xiaoru froze for a moment, then responded angrily: "I still have some at home, I will send some over later."

If it wasn't for her son, she wouldn't bother to talk to this woman!
"Oh, thank you, Mom."

Jian Xing suppressed the smile in her heart, very serious and sincere: "Then I'll make breakfast."

It would be a fool not to slaughter the meat delivered to your door!

She wants to see how long they can last?
Seeing Jian Xing's unceremonious expression, Ruan Xiaoru was so angry that his heart ached.

However, when he thought of the generous living expenses in order to impress his son, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Ayu, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to the main house first, and you can go home and have a look if you have time."

After Ruan Xiaoru finished speaking, she turned around and walked out.

Yang Yuheng looked at the leaving figure, paused for a moment, and walked into the room.

After Jian Xing made breakfast, she found Yang Yuheng was reading medical books in the room, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

When she was about to knock on the door to remind him to have breakfast, she saw that he was frowning, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem, which caused her to hold her hand in mid-air, and she hesitated for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

After all, if she was thinking about something, the most annoying thing would be someone interrupting her.

But at the moment she was in a daze, a cold voice sounded not far away: "What's the matter?"

"It's time for breakfast."

Jian Xing came back to her senses, dropped her words lightly, then turned and left.

Yang Yuheng: "..."

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After Jian Xing finished her breakfast, she went out alone, ignoring Yang Yuheng.

When I came to the bus station, I couldn't help twitching the corners of my mouth when I saw the people waiting in the long line for the bus.

After finally waiting for the bus to come, people still have to stand and crowd, which makes people feel unspeakably irritated, which makes Jian Xing have a stronger desire to buy a car.

If you ride a motorcycle, it probably won't take half an hour, right?

After about 40 minutes, finally reached the town.

When Jian Xing got out of the car and was about to go shopping nearby, a surprised voice sounded beside her: "Hello, do you remember me?"

I saw Yang Song looking at her with a simple and honest smile on his dark face.

"Is something wrong?"

Jian Xing looked at Yang Song and frowned slightly: "Do I know you?"

"I was on the mountain two days ago and you helped me."

"Oh, so it's you."

Jian Xing suddenly realized and nodded: "Is your foot okay?"

"Not yet, but it doesn't affect walking."

Yang Song was stunned for a moment, very excited: "What kind of herb did you give me? It has special effects! Thank you so much."

Jian Xing: "..."

That is her special wound medicine, taken out from the space!

But can the words be spoken?

The corners of Jian Xing's lips twitched slightly, and she looked at him lightly: "It's fine!"

"What are you doing in town?"

Yang Song looked at her very enthusiastically: "Do you need my help?"

Jian Xing wanted to refuse, but hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Do you know a shop that sells motorcycles?"

"You want to buy a car?"

Yang Song froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I can take you to see it."

"OK, thank you!"

Jian Xing was not hypocritical, and nodded knowingly.

So, the two of them walked side by side on the street, chatting without a word.

Soon, they came to a shop specializing in motorcycles.

"Hello, do you need any help?"

The store clerk looked at Jian Xing enthusiastically: "What kind of motorcycle do you want to buy?"

Jian Xing took a look at the store, and found that they were all men's motorcycles, and she was very curious.

"No women's motorcycles?"

"no!"

The store clerk was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "Usually the ones who buy are men, so... Hey, and the price of women's motorcycles is too expensive, I guess this small place can't sell sales."

"Oh!"

Jian Xing nodded knowingly: "You do your work first, I'll find out by myself."

"Okay, then come to me if you need anything."

"OK, thanks!"

Men's motorcycles seem to be good too!

However, even if you really want to buy it, it's not now, it will take some time!
Seeing Jian Xing's silence, Yang Song thought it was some kind of difficulty, so he hurriedly said, "Are you in trouble? If you need help, just speak up."

"no!"

Jian Xing came back to her senses, and smiled faintly: "I just want to have a look first, and buy it later."

"Oh!"

"By the way, are you going to work?"

Jian Xing looked at Yang Song and waved his hand: "Go and do your work, I'll go shopping by myself, goodbye!"

Yang Song: "..."

Why do you feel that Jian Xing is very different from the rumored image?
(End of this chapter)

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