Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Then, Hughes slid down the tree nimbly like yesterday.

Gong Zihua sat on a tall tree with his eyes wide open. He couldn't climb a tree, and he couldn't get down either.But apparently that guy has no intention of helping?Who told him to steal other people's steamed buns just now?

Gong Zihua looked at the high distance under his feet, moved to the edge of the branch in slow motion, and slid down following the movement of Hughes.

"Ouch—"

Halfway through the slide, his body was so painful that he missed one and fell down.

Fortunately, there is soft soil and grass below...

Gong Zihua's buttocks landed, the corners of her mouth twisted up in pain, grinning.

Gong Zihua rubbed her painful butt, and found that Hughes just glanced at him and ignored him, so he turned and walked into the grass beside him.The big army bag was still under the tree.

Gong Zihua knew that Hughes must have gone to pee, and he couldn't hold back, seeing that he was alone, he settled it where he was.He was afraid of leaving, and Hughes would disappear when he came back.

When Hughes came back, he saw Gong Zihua squatting in front of the tree with his butt pouted, holding something in his military bag.

The sound of footsteps stepping on the ground made a rustling sound.

Gong Zihua was aware of it, and when she turned her head to see Hughes, she was always so indifferent—with no expression on her face, and she didn't speak.

Gong Zihua blushed and said, "This is for you."

"..."

Gong Zihua was taking out something from her military bag and stuffing it into Hughes' bag, "This is for you too, here for you..."

He wanted to eat two steamed buns for nothing, fearing that he would hold grudges.

He regarded all the military bags that he carried on his shoulders no matter how hard or tired he was along the way, as treasures, and now he finally picked out a few and stuffed them into Hughes' bag.

Hughes' cold figure came over and took his bag away.

His military bag was already full, and he had looted a lot of things along the way, and he had to sort them out every time, sifting out redundant and useless tools to lighten his burden.

Seeing that Gong Zihua actually stuffed the hammer into his bag, a trace of unbearableness flashed across the corner of his eyes.

Hughes took out the hammer and was about to throw it away, but Gong Zihua had the expression of giving up his biggest treasure: "If it's not enough, I still have more."

As he spoke, he took out another folded Swiss Army knife.

Hughes glanced at him with an unbelievable expression, fearing that Gong Zihua would pull out a pair of dumbbells for him in the next second.

He pressed the pressure bag, struggled to pull up the already bulging bag, put it on his shoulder and started on the road.

Gong Zihua also hurriedly put on her bag, carrying it on her back to keep up.

The fall just now caused him a dull pain in his buttocks, and he staggered when he walked...Fortunately, he stuffed a few tools with Hughes, and his military bag lost a lot of weight.

In fact, Gong Zihua can throw away the military bag, because he doesn't understand the meaning of the tool bag at all, and he doesn't understand why he has to carry it.

……

After walking for a long time, today was not lucky, and the teammates they met halfway had no food.

It's no wonder that many people left food on the first day and were reluctant to eat it. Today is the third day, and no one can keep food.

Gong Zihua has been thinking about those 2 steamed buns, he finds it very strange, why doesn't Hughes need to eat?

Hughes stopped occasionally, took off the flagon at his waist, and ate a few drunken shrimps to replenish his energy...

If he had known that Gong Zihua was a good eater, he would have regretted saving him.