Song Beibei was stunned by what she saw.
Wow, this is how you play it, right?
Speaking of the 8th place, it is of course His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Xu Jinan.
He is handsome, gentle and polite, and no one dislikes him.
But, isn’t the old man too fond of her?
She is in her fifties, sixties, seventies or eighties, and instead of staying at home to rest and enjoy her retirement, she has to help him with work.
If you don't agree, pretend to cry.
The old men almost came to blows over who had done more.
No. 9, Li Chunxia.
This sister, you really have to be nice to the mouth.
Any dog that passed by her would be scolded by her.
Now, I have offended a lot of people.
In the village, Yu Guiwan is disliked by both young and old men and women, while Li Chunxia is disliked by both men and women, young and old.
No. 10.
It's just her.
He is a man of peace and quiet, works diligently every day, and even looks for work after work.
The only honest person among the educated youth.
It has won the recognition of the brigade cadres and the team members who are doing practical work in the village.
The village's loudmouth nicknamed him "Song Laoshi."
Song Beibei was furious and helpless: You are the honest man, I wish your whole family are honest people!
The memories end.
Li Yue finished cooking and said to Li Chunxia and the others with a blushing face, "The meal is ready."
"I'm leaving first."
Fang Juexia had already come out and asked politely, "Thank you for your hard work. Why don't you stay and eat with us?"
Shi Yan didn't know when he came back.
Li Yue was the first to notice, her face was filled with surprise and joy, but when she saw Shi Yan's expression was surprised, she understood immediately, bit her lip, and forced a smile. Fang Juexia waved her hand: "No, I'll go home and eat."
After saying that, without giving anyone a chance to speak, he turned around and trotted away.
Passed by Shi Yan.
The accident happened, she slipped and fell backwards, subconsciously closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, and screamed: "Ah~"
Everyone looked over.
Song Beibei's eyes were as big as copper bells.
Just see.
Shi Yan put one hand behind his back and held her waist with the other hand, and with a pull, the two of them stuck together.
Li Yue felt like she was electrocuted. In an instant, her neck and head turned red, and she looked like a cooked shrimp.
Shi Yan frowned, his tone not very good: "Don't you have eyes? I'm not always so lucky to run into someone like this."
Li Yue admitted her mistake obediently: "I'm sorry..."
Shi Yan waved his hand with a cold face: "Alright, be careful next time, let's go."
Li Yue looked at him shyly and slowly walked away.
Fang Juexia, Chen Zhiyi, Yu Guiwan and Li Chunxia all looked stunned.
At this moment, the four people's thoughts coincided: What kind of magic potion did Yan give Li Yue at this time?
Fu Yanci was indifferent.
Tan Jin's mind wandered into the sky.
Xu Jinan frowned, feeling displeased with Shi Yan's behavior.
As a man, how can you bully the little girl who loves you like this?
How can you bear to do this?
Song Beibei was still not satisfied after watching it.
Wow, wonderful.
No wonder the old-fashioned domineering literature is so popular. Although it is bloody, it is really good.
It’s not that Song Beibei is cold-blooded.
Honestly, Shi Yan and Li Yue, this pair of scumbags and bitches, deserve to be locked up to death.
As I said, it is an old-fashioned domineering president novel.
Ahem, tags: sweet and sad story.
Although it is disguised as a period novel, it contains all the necessary routines.
The so-called abuse: Bai Yueguang, body doubles, gouging out eyes/hearts/livers/lungs/stomachs/kidneys..., pregnancy and miscarriage, car accident and amnesia...
It is both physically and mentally abusive.
The so-called sweet story is that the heroine fakes her death/is heartbroken, while the hero enjoys boundless wealth and is surrounded by beautiful women and followers, but he never smiles. He is depressed and misses the heroine all day long and regrets it. By chance, they meet again, kneeling in the rain to chase his wife to the crematorium, confessing their true feelings to each other, and the ending is sweet.
All right.
Anyway, she is a bit cold-blooded.
She admitted this.
…
The story ends.
Everyone sat down to eat together.
To be honest, Li Yue's craftsmanship is very average.
The porridge was burnt; the fried cabbage was sour.
But at least I didn’t have diarrhea.
Song Beibei took a deep breath and forced herself to drink a large bowl.
I couldn't drink any of the second bowl.
Go to work.
After planting rice for three days, this time she was assigned the task of planting corn.
She immediately became excited.
Dig a hole about 5 cm deep with 30 cm between each row and 50 cm between each column, sprinkle 3 to 5 seeds, and cover with 2 to 3 cm of soil.
It's very simple.
Before I knew it, the morning had passed.
noon.
When she went back, she happened to meet Li Yue who had just finished cooking and left.
She smiled shyly at her.
Song Beibei smiled back with a somewhat stiff expression.
God!
If she could get all these young masters and young ladies to move out quickly, she could cook for herself and wouldn’t have to torture her stomach every day.
Song Beibei is a fragile college student.
Her only hobby is eating; she not only likes to eat, but also likes to cook.
Nothing else.
Her wallet couldn't bear eating out all the time, so she had to cook for herself to have enough food and clothing.
Finished lunch with difficulty.
Shi Yan was so lazy that he didn't even wash the dishes and just left them there.
Fang Juexia gently reminded: "It's your turn to cook today, remember to wash the dishes."
Shi Yan nodded indifferently.
However, he did not move at all and stood up to go back to the dormitory.
Li Chunxia got straight to the point: "Wash now? Don't even think about being lazy. We're not Li Yue, we won't spoil you."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yan's face darkened.
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