轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！"What's wrong..." Ning Yuan shivered, instinctively looking at Rong Zhaonan.

He was tall and slender, with a refined appearance, yet she felt a sense of oppression from him.

The man loosened his grip on her hand at that moment, lowering his head to let his bangs fall over the frame of his glasses, obscuring his eyes. "Let me pack your things for you," he said. "Are your belongings scattered"

By the way, check what's in her luggage. Last night, she hid something in there that I don't know about.

As soon as she took off her clothes last night, he could only back out.

I just hugged her, and she doesn't have much muscle. She doesn't look like she's worked out.

The man in front of me had once again returned to that cold and sullen "honest" look.

Ning Yuan was stunned. The feeling of a blade scraping against her skin just now, though chilling, had probably been an illusion.

"Thank you, I appreciate it!" she could only lower her head awkwardly, staring at her scattered luggage.

Her broken suitcase, it just came apart during the fight with Wang Jianhua a while ago.

Some things also rolled into the ditch, so the two of them went to pick them up.

Luckily, there weren't many things. Ning Yuan picked for a while and found that it was almost enough.

But......

"Here." A long hand reached out and offered two white, old bras.

Ning Yuan's face instantly turned the color of a small red flower, oh my god......

She scrambled to grab her bra and shoved it into the box without even brushing off the dirt.

But the next moment, that big hand casually handed her a pair of small panties: "Your panties are down in the ditch too."

Ning Yuan recalled the phrase from later generations—social death!

She quickly grabbed it again, looking around with her head down, wondering if there were any more shorts, underwear...

"No more." The man's voice, cold and distant, echoed above her.

Ning Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief, put the blanket on her back, and quickly fastened the box: "I'm okay, let's go."

Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in front of him who was bowing her head, her ears were even red.

So easily shy, and dare to approach him Even a spy wouldn't be this inept.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and casually took the box from her hand. "Give it to me."

With nothing in her hands, Ning Yuan watched as he walked forward with the suitcase.

She hurried after him, "I'm so sorry to trouble you."

Looking at his back and ears, Ning Yuan couldn't help but mutter, "This man is so tall, at least 1 meter 85"

She's only 1.6 meters tall... It gives me the feeling of looking at a dwarf.

Two people entered a small, dilapidated shack by the cattle shed, one after the other.

This was originally where hay was stored for cattle, but after Rong Zhaonan was demoted, it became his residence.

The walls leaked from all sides, and he patched them up with newspapers. Two broken doors, brought from somewhere unknown, were propped up on a wooden frame to serve as his bed.

There were still two five-dou chests with their doors fallen off, holding his changing clothes and belongings. A small bag of coarse rice lay in one of the chests.

The large fish tank is placed in the corner.

Underneath a salvaged, rickety old table with a limp leg were stones for padding. There were two benches that were still passably intact, an oil lamp, an old basin, and a glazed earthenware jar.

Basically, at a glance, all his belongings are here.

Ning Yuan hadn't had time to pay attention to the environment of the cow shed last night, but now that she looked at it, her brow furrowed immediately —

This little brother probably traveled through time from before the Liberation, he's the poorest person in the whole village.

There is still a lingering stench of fermenting cow dung outside.

He didn't feel like a reborn person, but he had no idea what earth-shattering changes the social landscape would undergo in the future.

How could a man with such a privileged background face the environment he might have to live in for the rest of his life

"Well, are you still thinking about moving in" Rong Zhaonan looked at her pale face and pressed his dark glasses with indifference.

This is nowhere near as good as the environment at the youth commune.

The "intellectual youth" point was a newly built, small brick house in the village. Although everyone was poor and didn't have much belongings, it was definitely much better than a cowshed or shack.

Ning Yuan gritted her teeth: "Let's move. Let's do this whole charade, we're 'husband and wife'."

It'll get better, she thought. She would never go back to the countryside and live with Tang Zhenzhen, Wang Jianhua and the others.

Rong Zhaonan watched as she put down her luggage, a determined look on her face. He narrowed his eyes.

This little agent is quite persistent.

Just now, he casually went through her luggage without making a sound, but didn't see anything she had hidden last night.

Ningyuan placed her box next to the five-tiered cabinet and glanced at the roof, which was leaking and visible from the inside. She felt like sighing.

The southeast countryside is humid and rainy. It rains outside, but it only drizzles inside. What a life this person must be leading!

"We need to find a way to fix the roof," Ning Yuan muttered.

Rong Zhaonan glanced at the ceiling and noncommittally hummed in response.

Ningyuan turned around to pack up her things.

The enamel basin was put in place, the towel was hung up with a hemp rope, and the clothes were put away.

When she went to look at the bed with her blanket in arms, she froze —

Those two broken wooden doors were only used to make a bed, and there was only one!

She looked around, but there was nowhere else to sleep in the pitch-black room.

Róng Zhāonán calmly watched her, waiting to see what she would do.

Ning Yuan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, then under his gaze, she walked over and pushed his pillow and bedding inward.

Then, she put her bedding on the door board outside.

"Well, are you going to sleep with me" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow.

Just now, he looked at me like I was a rabbit seeing a wolf.

Now the rabbit has grown bold, daring to sleep in the same den as the wolf

She smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Dr. Rong. Let's make do for now. I'll go check with the village committee to see if there are any other options."

Rong Zhaonan looked at her: "Aren't you afraid that I'll really do something"

The little spy is planning to use a beauty trick, making a huge sacrifice.

Ning Yuan wouldn't know that she was being seen as a 'rogue agent' with ulterior motives.

She raised her eyes and smiled: "Dr. Rong, if you were like Wang Jianhua, you wouldn't have endured so hard last night."

She's not stupid. She lived for decades in her past life, so she definitely has some confidence in judging people.

Moreover, he came from a privileged background and later became a high-ranking official, but his personal life has always been well-regarded.

Rong Zhaonan took a sip, tugged at the corner of his lips: "Heh... you're so easy to trust."

The girl in front of him looked at him seriously, her eyes as big and black as grapes, full of trust.

This woman is quite the actress.

They are quite familiar, she seems to know a lot about him. It looks like she did her homework.

Is it because of his background, or because he used to work in a special unit

Ning Yuan couldn't tell what he was thinking. She tidied herself up and said to Rong Zhaonan, "Dr. Rong, you're busy first. I'll go find the village head to get a marriage certificate and introduction letter."

Rong Zhao nan couldn't help but nod in agreement.

To talk about divorce so casually, it seems she's well-prepared.

Ning Yuan took her ID and put it into the army green old satchel. She turned and walked out the door.

As soon as she reached the door, she remembered something and turned back. She took out two cookies and two large white rabbits from her bag and placed them in Rong Zhaonan's hands.

She smiled gratefully at him, her big eyes curving like little moons: "Doctor Rong, thank you for saving me again this morning!"

Rong Zhaonan looked at the cookies and big white rabbit milk candies in his hands, then at her big eyes.

This was a snack more precious than rice, something he had never been without in his youth.

Now that they've been down here for a few years, don't even mention candy or cookies, not even Huangtang has tasted any.

Even if everyone here planted sugarcane, this radical reformer wouldn't get a share.

Ning Yuan waved her hand and turned to leave in a hurry.

Rong Zhaonan wasn't polite either, slowly and leisurely finishing the cookie.

Then, he peeled the wrapper off a large white rabbit milk candy and popped the pure white candy into his mouth.

The sweet milky flavor lingered on my tongue. For some reason, it reminded me of Ning Yuan's scent.

He glanced at the small flower pillow on the bed beside Ning Yuan, licked his delicate lips, and rolled the cookie crumbs into his mouth.

Tsk, that little spy smells good.

Rong Zhaonan got up and walked to the bedside, then picked up Ning Yuan's pillow and began to feel every inch of it.fuse to pay, I'll take care of it!"Once the first objective was achieved, Grandma Xia immediately seized the opportunity to press her advantage and pretended to be in a difficult situation —"We are al...