I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

"How long has it been since you pulled so many radishes? You are too harsh..."

"Really?"

Before Li Jiaojiao said the word "harm", Xiao Luli, as if she didn't see her, passed her directly, her eyes shining brightly, she ran to Qu Qianqian's side, and said happily, "I'll take a look at me. "Sister Qianqian, where is your radish?"

Li Jiaojiao: "..."

Li Jiaojiao looked at Lu Li who ran to Qu Qianqian's side, couldn't hold back, her pretty face twisted.

When she turned around, she saw Lu Jun glanced at her coldly.

"..."

Li Jiaojiao was stared at by his cold, icy black eyes, as if she was completely seen through, her face turned pale, and she took a step back.

Lu Junhan sneered unabashedly.

Just when Li Jiaojiao moved her lips, she wanted to say something to break the deadlock.

The man took his eyes back lightly, without saying a word, his tall and straight body swept past her, holding the radish bag with his fingers, and left.

Li Jiaojiao: "..."

Li Yue, who followed over, saw this, she couldn't help frowning, her heart condensed.

Lu Li's father is not easy to deal with.

...

The wind was cool, and an hour passed quickly.

The alarm clock upstairs rang on time.

The rich villager in Room 2 turned off the alarm clock, turned off the TV, hummed a little song leisurely, and walked down from the second floor with a rich beer belly.

When I walked to the yard and just went out, I saw that the people in the program group outside were still there.

A crowded crowd.

Everyone's faces seemed to be a little tired, as if they had been exposed to the scorching sun, and their clothes were shrunken. There were still sweat stains on their clothes, and their clothes were wrinkled.

The rich man looked up and saw that it was cloudy today, the wind was still strong and cool, and the sweat could not have been drenched by the sun.

So, with a clear look on his face, he laughed and said to the people in the program group, "How are you pulling out? Looking at you, radishes shouldn't be as easy to pull out as you think, right?"

The rich man said that he would give the show team an hour of free turnips, which actually meant that he looked down on the people in the city.

I think, let alone an hour, give them a day.

They can't pull much!

Since there is not much to be pulled out, the radishes pulled out in this hour should be given to them as alms.

Unexpectedly, just after he finished speaking, the faces of the show crew were more or less unnatural and avoided his sight.

The rich man wondered: "What's wrong?"

When the words fell, he just turned his head and glanced inadvertently to the No. 1 radish field in front of the door——

He was stunned: "What the hell? Where are my radishes? Where do I have so many radishes? Where did they all go?"

I saw that it was originally covered with emerald green radish leaves, but at a glance, it was lush and green, looking at the very festive radish field.

At this moment, like a big girl who has been ruined countless times, she is bare and messy, the fields are full of black mud, and not a single green leaf can be seen.

"It's here at people's house!"

Hearing this, the little girl happily raised her freshly washed Bai Nen's little hands: "Everyone came here!"

The rich man followed his reputation and saw that the person who spoke was an extremely beautiful and cute little girl.

She squatted on the ground, slightly raised her small head, the two long ponytails at the back of her head hung down on her shoulders, and her small face the size of a melon seed was so white that it seemed to glow, and she looked very cute.

And in front of her were eight big bags full of radishes.

One after another, the radishes in his field.

Rich: "..."

call out!

A knife stuck straight into his chest.

His heart was bleeding.

The rich man clutched his chest tightly, looking at the large bags of radishes, he almost suffered a myocardial infarction on the spot!

The show crew coughed awkwardly and quickly handed him a bottle of water.

The tycoon took a sip with trembling and took a deep breath, as if he had thought of something, his heart thumped again, and he mentioned it in his throat.

He turned his head hastily and looked somewhere in the field:

"What about my big radish? Just, the biggest one! It also has the most leaves..."

The rich man had noticed before that it was inconceivable that there was a radish in the field.

He was ecstatic.

So, every time I fertilize, I focus on taking care of this big radish.

That radish is also very good, it has been growing up, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

Although the radishes are buried in the soil, it is difficult to see the size.

But the radish was different. It was huge just by looking at it.

The rich have always been very precious.

After all, in such a large field, there is only such an oversized radish.

The rich hurt like eyeballs.

He actually thought of this before, but he didn't remind them not to pull the radish. He just thought that it would take a long time for these weak city people to pull a small radish, let alone such a big radish.

Together, the group of them may not be able to move.

Say it or not.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the crisp little milk voice rang again--

"It's also here."

The little girl excitedly went over and removed the big bags of radishes, revealing the oversized radishes lying on the ground and dying.

And the little girl looked at him with dark and clear eyes, sparkling, but innocent, as if thinking of something, she tilted her head and asked suspiciously:

"Uncle, why are you looking for a big radish?"

Rich: "..."

...

ten minutes later--

"Bang" loudly.

The door to Room 2 was closed to them forever.

Not long after, there were heartbroken and tragic cries coming from the courtyard inside.

One after another.

Endless, very sad!

The listeners could not help crying.

Everyone: "..."

What a sin!

ten minutes ago.

The little girl said that after the big radish was behind her, the rich man's eyes turned black, and the world was spinning.

If it weren't for the people in the program group, who were quick to support him.

He had to fall headfirst to the ground, bleeding his head out.

After slowing down for a while, the rich man clutched his chest and took a few deep breaths before barely recovering.

Then, his footsteps were messy and staggering, and he walked over with a pale and weak expression.

Looking at the big radish on the ground that he had been taking care of all the time before, like his own son, he squatted down, his dark hands trembled, his eyes were red, his expression was extremely painful, and he finally whimpered:

"My radish..."

The little girl squatted beside him, and the chirping voice corrected him: "Uncle, this is my father's radish and me, not yours."

Rich: "..."

People from the program group: "..."

Other guests: "..."

call out!

Another knife.

The tycoon was soon immersed in deep sadness again.

With trembling fingers, he gently touched the big radish lying on the ground, as if he was touching the corpse of his dead son, cautiously and deeply saddened.