Chapter 3266 Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (51)

Zhao Jingting was afraid that she would really annoy her, he reduced the suffocation on his face, and sighed helplessly: "Well, I won't say anything."

"Go, Lord, if I invite you to eat delicious food, it is an apology for you."

Su Qiao, who was about to lift his leg and leave, even the corners of his eyes twitched when he heard this.

"Where to eat?"

"Restaurant? Tea house? Or your grand mansion with golden walls?"

"Go..." Zhao Jingting was about to say, but suddenly stopped, his expression was at a loss, and then there were waves of pain in his brain.

He held his head and frowned tightly.

See you, Su Qiao quickly walked over to support him: "What's the matter?"

"The head hurts." Zhao Jingting hit his head with his fist, his entire expression distorted with discomfort.

Su Qiao quickly looked around, and quickly helped him to a stone not far away: "Sit down and rest."

At this time, she didn’t care about going to Su Weixue’s place to eat.

[Host, this is a self-made plot that conflicts with reality, and it is estimated that he will wake up in a while, or let's take this opportunity and try to seal up part of his memory? 】

【I haven't done any preparations, don't mess around. 】

After all, there was a problem with the head, and it was not a pathological problem, so Su Qiao did not dare to act rashly.

I'm afraid that one carelessness will turn people into complete dementia.

"How is it? Is it better?"

This should be the first time this happened to him, and Su Qiao was a little worried about something unexpected.

Zhao Jingting's expression became calmer, and his mouth opened, but he didn't say anything.

Thinking of what he looked like just now, he couldn't wait to faint immediately.

fainted and no longer had to face the embarrassment in front of him.

He clenched his fists hard, took a deep breath, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to conceal an evil expression: "You little cat, why are you still here?"

Su Qiao: "..."

444: "..."

Zhao Jingting tried his best to maintain his expression. He stretched out his fingers and suddenly flicked Su Qiao’s forehead, with a relaxed and unrestrained look: "Didn’t you let your father go to the grave? Why don’t you go?"

"...."

If the corners of your mouth are not so stiff, your expression is not so stupid, and your movements are not so mechanical, maybe she can believe one or two points.

slapped the man on the shoulder: "I'm all awake, what kind of grave are you going to?"

"Where is my father's grave, you don't know, how do you want me to get there five or six days away?"

This time it was Zhao Jingting's turn to be speechless, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

He quickly turned his head away, "You...you go."

"Really sober?" Su Qiao walked around in front of him and carefully checked his expression.

Zhao Jingting quickly lowered his head and hurriedly got up: "If you don't go, I will go."

Su Qiao took out a medicine bottle from his arms, pulled off the lid, and shook it in front of his eyes: "Don't you want this thing anymore?"

A familiar smell of alcohol poured into his nose, and Zhao Jingting's alcohol addiction immediately came on.

He hasn't drunk for many days. These days he has been holding his teeth through his teeth. It feels really uncomfortable.

swallowed, Zhao Jingting was not ashamed, and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

"The things are in my hands, why should I give it to you?" Sucho plugged the plug again, and took two steps back with a smile.

"This was originally mine."

Zhao Jingting's eyes kept falling on the medicine bottle, his salivating look, like a wolf seeing meat.

"It doesn't have your name, Zhao Jingting, on it. Who can prove that it belongs to you?"

Su Qiao just didn't give it to him.

(End of this chapter)