I Just Want To Farm

And Qin Yuan knows that his daughter-in-law is thin-skinned, so he is not very good at molesting her with this movie, although. ． ． ． Itchy.

Finally made it to the end.

Yu Sheng's flushed cheeks were relieved by the cool wind outside, and he didn't dare to look at Qin Yuan, but silently looked at a big doll next to him.

Ding dong, text message.

Qin Yuan looked down and saw that it was Qin Yu's. It said that she had something to do and went back by herself, and then booked a hotel room for them. If they didn't go, it would be a waste of money.

Qin Yuan: "..."

My daughter is weak and weak, and I don't know where she learned it, so she has to teach her a lesson.

Besides, did she think she would really bring her daughter-in-law there?

Qin Yuan frowned, turned his head, and inadvertently met Yu Sheng's shy and uncomfortable eyes like a deer, and his cheeks that were a little blushing.

What's wrong? go back? Yu Sheng blushed and gestured.

Qin Yuan thought for a while and said, "Xiaoyu said she was waiting for us in a hotel."

Well, let's go, take Xiaoyu to have a meal at night, Jiaojiao also likes to eat delicious food. Yu Sheng replied, and showed him a gentle and bright smile.

At that moment, Qin Yuan's mouth moved.

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It was already evening when Qin Yu returned home, put the cake in the refrigerator, and was about to get something to eat when the couple came back.

Qin Yu looked at Yu Sheng's state.

Before analyzing the results, Yu Sheng looked at Qin Yu with a gentle expression, sign language: Have you eaten?

"No, I'll wait for you to come back." Qin Yu pretended to be innocent, but Qin Yuan next to him had a strange expression.

Yu Sheng: Well, I will cook later.

After a pause, Yu Sheng waved sign language again: But it's not for you.

Qin Yu: "???"

Jiaojiao: "!!!"

When Sheng entered the kitchen, Qin Yuan coughed lightly, and said to Qin Yu: "Because you said that no woman in this world is more important than a wife, so I betrayed you."

There is nothing wrong with that! Especially righteous!

Qin Yu choked, pursed his mouth, and sneered: "Mr. Qin, you are doing well."

Qin Yuan smiled, reached out and stroked her head, "Good boy~"

The confrontation between the two father and daughter was brief, where is Jiaojiao?

He has already rushed into the kitchen decisively to please Yu Sheng.

Qin Yu is hungry, the baby must eat!

Qin Yu, who was fined by Yu Sheng, went to check the usage of the suite when he was depressed - it was used.

In other words, after Qin Yuan confessed, Yu Sheng still went with him?

Hahaha, they really are a couple.

So is she the cannon fodder who spends money and troubles?

Jiaojiao: There should be applause here, pa~pa~pa.

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When the semester started, the whole school suddenly became noisy. When Wen Xi entered the school, there were already people in the class talking about the summer vacation.

travel or study etc.

Someone asked about Wen Xi, who shook his head, "I didn't go out much this summer, I only went back to my grandfather's house once."

Among these people, there are many grandpas and grandpas whose families are from all over the world. When I heard that Wen Xi's grandpa's hometown is in a small county, I lost interest immediately.

Wen Xi didn't care either. In fact, she was a little absent-minded, and she only spoke a few words to others, but others had long been used to Wen Xi's reticence.

If a goddess is bluffing like a sparrow, then she is not a goddess.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, it's time to fuck."

A good high school must have a good morning exercise culture. If the order is in order, the spirit of the person will be exercised, and only then will he be energetic after studying.

No. 2 Middle School is not strict with students in other aspects, but it is very strict in morning exercises.

Wen Xi also went out for morning exercises with others.

On the playground, a total of more than 2,000 people are doing exercises to the music on the playground. There are many teachers on the side. Usually, the head teacher will follow the exercise to see the situation in the class, but many teachers will also come to exercise.

Occasionally chat.

There are many things about studying and training during the summer vacation, and some people go on a trip with their families, but most of them are recharging their batteries. While talking, it is inevitable to talk about the transfer students.

For ordinary schools, the probability of transferring students is small, but in No. 2 Middle School, transferring students is a big event that must be faced every school year, and there are many people.

There are excellent students, but there are more troubles.

"I just don't know how many sons and daughters will be stuffed in this time." A head teacher couldn't help complaining.

They are not resisting transfer students, but students who are difficult to manage and have particularly poor grades behind their family backgrounds. If this student is difficult to manage, it will be even more troublesome.

"Hey, Mr. Ke, your class 1 is alright, but the admissions office doesn't dare to put people in your class. Pity us, we will let one or two students in every school year."

"Don't say that, usually there are good ones coming in, hey, isn't the solution item in class 3 of the second year of senior high school really good? I got the second grade in the final exam last time, maybe this time I will be promoted to class 1 in the third year of senior high school." Woolen cloth."

"You may not be in Class 1. If you change classes rashly, the students are not used to it."

In the previous class, there were relatively few shifts of students, and more of them were transfer students, and there were also students who could not bear the high-energy learning of too many talents around them and dropped out of school.

Anyway, coming in and out more frequently.

The person who was called was Ke Qiuran, the head teacher of Class 1 of the previous senior year. Many head teachers usually go from the first year to the third year. This is to avoid the cost of familiarity brought by the replacement. , It doesn't look like a class teacher, but a rough physical education teacher.

Ke Qiuran's expression was serious, and his demeanor was more majestic. Hearing the words, he said lightly: "If you can't keep up, if you really come in, you will naturally go out when the time comes."

The other teachers nodded and said no more, because the morning exercises were over, and the students lined up back to the teaching building in order.

Class 1 is the first to leave.

Class 1 has the most top students, especially Qiao Mo and Wen Xi, so when the two walked side by side in the men's and women's lineup and greeted the teachers, Rao Ke Qiuran, a serious head teacher, smiled and looked at them slightly. nod.

The team trotted over in an orderly manner, and suddenly, the people in front couldn't help turning their heads.

Because they hear music ringtones.

From the small garden at the corner of a teaching building next to it, there are some flower trees planted on both sides of the road. The biggest tree is called crape myrtle. The crape myrtle flower tree has been around for many years. Gorgeous, just in line with the description of "the green covers the eyes in midsummer, and the house is full of red flowers".

The bell came from the path next to it, and it was quickly pressed and turned into a voice.

The sound gradually became clearer, and the footsteps became clearer and clearer. The music was obviously gone, but the students who ran past felt that there was background music in all of this.

When she walked out from under the flower tree, it was as if all the flowers were in full bloom, and everything was silent.

It's not beautiful like Cangyang Gyatso's poetic and soulful soul, nor is it Yishu's curling beauty that can reach the world.

She is pale, slender, with slender eyebrows. When she is not speaking, she looks like a white paper that is about to be dipped in ink by the years to write landscapes, and also like a ray of white light that shines lazily through the cracks in a gentle summer.

Clean, quiet, and independent from the world, but her eyes seem to be able to change into a valley that can accommodate thousands of things. When you glance at it easily, it will isolate you from youth and avoid the troubles of adulthood, and lock you so lightly.

Then she put down her phone and smiled.

"Wen Xiaoxi."

"Your shoelaces are loose again."

I have worked so hard to think about such an aesthetic encounter—well, is it easy for me to let a certain fish have a beautiful appearance? It's not easy! So is there a ticket?