Chapter 3265 Raised a Prince, or an Ancestor? (51)

Zhao Jingting was afraid that she would be really annoyed, so he restrained the sullenness on his face and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I won't talk about it."

"Let's go, I invite you to eat something delicious. It's an apology for you."

Su Qiao, who was about to lift her legs to leave, even twitched the corners of her eyes when she heard this.

"Where to eat?"

"Restaurant? Teahouse? Or your grand mansion with splendid golden walls?"

"Go..." Zhao Jingting was about to say, but suddenly stopped, looking blank, and then there was a burst of pain in his brain.

He held his head and frowned tightly.

When Su Qiao saw it, she quickly walked over to support him: "what's the matter?"

"My head hurts." Zhao Jingting beat his head with his fist, so uncomfortable that his entire expression was distorted.

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

At this time, she didn't care about the food from Su Weixue's place.

[Host, the plot he made up by himself conflicts with reality, and he will probably wake up in a while, why don't we take this opportunity to try and see if we can seal some of his memories? 】

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

After all, it was a problem with the head, and it wasn't a pathological problem, so Su Qiao didn't dare to act rashly.

I am afraid that one careless person will turn a person into a 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 what happened.

Zhao Jingting's expression became calmer, he opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Thinking of his playful and rascal appearance just now, he wished he would faint right now.

When you pass out, you don't have to face the embarrassment in front of you anymore.

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to make a sinister expression: "You little kitten, why are you still here?"

Su Qiao: "..."

444: "..."

Zhao Jingting tried his best to maintain his expression, stretched out his finger and flicked Su Qiao's forehead suddenly, with a relaxed and unrestrained look: "Didn't I ask you to go to Haosheng to visit your father's grave? Why don't you go?"

"..."

If the corners of your mouth were less rigid, your expression less silly, and your movements less mechanical, maybe she could still believe a point or two.

A slap slapped the man on the shoulder: "You're all awake, what kind of grave are you going to go to?"

"It's not like you don't know where my father's grave is. How do you tell me to get there after five or six days' journey?"

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 looked at his expression.

Zhao Jingting quickly lowered his head and got up in a hurry: "If you don't go, I'll go."

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

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

He hadn't had a drink for many days, and he had been clenching his teeth these days. It was really unpleasant.

Swallowing his saliva, Zhao Jingting didn't care about being ashamed, he stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

"The thing is in my hand, why should I give it to you?" Su Qiao put the stopper again and took two steps back with a smile.

"This was originally mine."

Zhao Jingting's eyes have been on the medicine bottle, and his drooling look is like a wolf seeing flesh.

"It doesn't have your Zhao Jingting's name written on it. Who can prove that it is yours?"

Su Qiao just didn't give it to him.