The Local Lazy Man System

"Are you OK?"

Liu Qingqing asked with concern.

"I... I... I'm fine..."

Rhythm under the desk lamp stood up from the ground in embarrassment and stammered.

"It's fine, everyone eats fruit, and I'm going to prepare lunch."

After Liu Qingqing said something, she turned around and left.

To be honest, Liu Qingqing was a little uncomfortable with the rhythm under the desk lamp and they stared at themselves.

Although Liu Qingqing also knew that they didn't have any thoughts in their hearts, they were just bewitched by their own beauty, and looked at themselves uncontrollably.

But Liu Qingqing still didn't want to be seen like this by other men besides her husband.

"What a shame!"

After Liu Qingqing walked away, Angel Erbao looked at the rhythm under the lamp with disdain and said.

What about the Internet god?

In this way, seeing the beautiful woman stuttering and stuttering, she was also drunk.

The face of his own group of people was completely humiliated by him.

"You can't blame me for this. The hermit's wife is really beautiful. How can there be such a beautiful woman in this world!"

Without Liu Qingqing present, Rhythm under the lamp no longer stutters.

It was really when Liu Qingqing was around, she put too much pressure on the rhythm under the desk lamp.

"Indeed, I really didn't expect women to be so beautiful."

For this point, Erbao Angel also had to admit it.

Even if she was a woman, she was conquered by Liu Qingqing's beauty.

In front of this Liu Qingqing, even the Angel of the Second Treasure can't raise her self-confidence. She is also a young woman, so God is too unfair!

"I don't know if she has a younger sister here."

Meng Feiyang said.

"Even if he has a younger sister? She is so beautiful, can you keep it?"

Mantis looked at Meng Feiyang and asked.

Everyone wants to marry a stunningly beautiful wife.

But the more beautiful a woman is, the more people will attract her attention. Without enough skills, there is no way to keep a beautiful wife.

Marrying an average-looking wife is actually a kind of happiness. At the very least, you don't have to worry about others seducing your wife and robbing your wife.

"Don't forget, we are internet writers, we stay at home as nerds every day, guarding our wife every day, and she can still run away."

Meng Feiyang said.

As an online novel author, the biggest characteristic is "staying at home", staying at home all day long.

Moreover, Meng Feiyang, as a god-level author of Yuewen Group, nicknamed "Tentacle Monster", besides several books of his different vests in Yuewen Group, there are also several buyout articles on other sites.

With a few books added up, the income of more than 100,000 yuan a month is not worrying about food and clothing at all.

Meng Feiyang had already thought about it, if he had a beautiful wife, he would definitely not let her go to work, lest she be seduced by other men and go away.

"Hehe, this is an advantage of us network authors!"

Fu Xiaochen nodded and said.

On this point, Fu Xiaochen and Meng Feiyang have the same point of view.

Fu Xiaochen also has a beautiful wife who is ten years younger than him. Fu Xiaochen didn't let her go to work, but stayed at home with her husband and son.

To put it bluntly, this is an expression of lack of self-confidence.

Especially the kind of men who don't look good but their wives are beautiful, they are very unconfident and worry about whether their wives will cuckold them.

It's not that I'm worried about my wife, but I'm worried that men outside will keep tempting my wife to make mistakes.

So many men wish to keep their beautiful wives at home and prevent her from contacting other men.

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Ye Rongrong didn't have much in common with a group of elderly people in their seventies and eighties, so they couldn't chat with them for a while, so they prepared a big bag of their own special fruits as gifts for each of them, and asked Ma Xudong to bring the group of Chinese Academy of Sciences The old man visited his own big yard.

Originally, Ye Rongrong planned to ask Aunt Wang to go to the village to ask the two to help, open a few more tables at noon, and let these old people have lunch at his home.

But Ma Xudong said that the government had already arranged the lunch, so Ye Rongrong didn't care about it.

After all, whether it is Mr. Li or Professor Zhao, they are all figures at the national level, and the local government must provide warm hospitality and establish a good relationship.

Ye Rongrong didn't compete with them for this job.

Seeing the group of old professors leaving the dean, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief under the rhythm of the desk lamp, and the whole person began to relax.

"These old professors are finally gone, otherwise I wouldn't dare to speak loudly."

The second treasure angel said.

"Yeah, one of them was the principal when I was in college, but I know him, he doesn't know me."

Meng Feiyang said.

Among these few people, Meng Feiyang has the highest academic qualifications. He graduated from Huaxia University with a master's degree.

Meng Feiyang is a top student. He studied dynamics, but he became obsessed with writing novels when he was in college. His knowledge of dynamics is not very good, but he made a lot of money writing novels.

After graduating, Meng Feiyang didn't look for a job anymore, he just worked as a full-time writer at home, earning 1.8 million yuan a year, much better than his classmates who were working in the company.

"Hermit, open the trunk of your car, our presents are all on the trunk of your car."

Fu Xiaochen said.

Huaxia has been paying attention to the word "ritual" since ancient times. This is the first time everyone came to the door, so naturally they couldn't empty-handed, so they bought some gifts for Ye Rongrong's family.

Ye Rongrong opened the trunk of the car, and Fu Xiaochen and the others moved out a dozen large and small boxes and bags from the car.

The guest gifts brought by Fu Xiaochen are also quite rich! Many of them are special products with local characteristics, and they are all valuable gifts.

After all, these people are all people with an annual income of more than one million. To come to Ye Rongrong's house as a guest, this gift should not be too light.

"What a shame!"

Ye Rongrong, who also understands the word "ritual" in Huaxia, hypocritically and politely declined a few times, and then happily accepted it.

After all, I am not a government official in the true sense, and the rhythm under the desk lamp is not coming to ask me for something, it is a normal visit to bring gifts, it is a normal human relationship.

Ye Rongrong naturally couldn't accept their gifts.

When they left, Ye Rongrong just remembered to return the gift.

The core idea of ​​China's "ritual" culture is "reciprocity with courtesy".

Don't underestimate Huaxia's "reciprocity" culture, it is an important bridge to maintain people's family and friendship!

After a hearty and delicious lunch, everyone visited Ye Rongrong's big yard.

"It's really beautiful here!"

The rhythm under the table lamp is holding a mobile phone, taking pictures constantly, birds on the trees, white geese swimming in the lake, chicks planing food, fish, shrimp and crabs swimming in the water, as well as the green mountains and green lakes in the distance, etc.

"Don't get too close to these chicks, beware of being pecked by chickens!"

Ye Rongrong saw Rhythm under the table lamp holding a mobile phone to take pictures of these chicks at close range, and immediately reminded him.

"fine!"

The rhythm under the desk lamp didn't take Ye Rongrong's words to heart at all.

Looking at the rhythm under the desk lamp, it was impossible for such a few fist-sized chickens to cause any harm to themselves.

This Ye Rongrong is so strong because he looks so strong, so he must be too careful!

It's a pity that the rhythm of the desk lamp didn't notice. Not far from him, a hen guarding the chicken was staring at him.

"what……"

Before Rhythm under the table lamp could get close to these chicks, the hen guarding the chicks rushed up, pecked Rhythm under the lamp's arm with a leap, and Rhythm under the lamp screamed in pain. The mobile phone was not held, and it fell directly to the ground.

But this is not over yet, the hen is still flying around, pecking at Rhythm under the desk lamp, Rhythm under the desk lamp has no backhand power, and is chased and beaten by the hen.

"Help!"

"dying!"

Growing up in the city, Rhythm under the desk lamp never imagined that the chicken's attack power would be so powerful, and his majestic seven-foot man would have no backhand power in front of it.

Is this Ye Rongrong's family raising chickens or beasts?

Seeing this scene, Ye Rongrong shook his head involuntarily, this was the result of not listening to his persuasion.

Of course, as the host, Ye Rongrong couldn't just watch the rhythm under the lamp. This guest was bullied by a hen.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Ye Rongrong walked quickly to Rhythm under the desk lamp, and waved the ferocious hen away.

After all, she is the master, her own food and clothing parents, this hen dares to be ruthless to the rhythm under the desk lamp, but she dare not disobey Ye Rongrong's words.

Otherwise, if it is not done well at night, it will be plucked and stewed in chicken soup.

So the hen sensibly ran away.

"Are you OK?"

Angel Erbao also ran over at this time and asked the rhythm under the desk lamp.

I really didn't expect that the hen was so ferocious that he couldn't beat Rhythm, a boy who was about 1.7 meters tall, under the lamp.

But thinking about the ferocious appearance of that hen just now, Erbao Angel decided to stay away from the hen so as not to be attacked.

"It hurts...it hurts to death..."

The rhythm under the desk lamp wailed.

I really didn't expect that being pecked by a hen would hurt so much.

"Hahaha, you deserve it, you deserve it!"

At this moment, a voice that surprised everyone came.

The group of Erbao Angels froze for a moment, looked at each other, and were a little confused about who was so unsympathetic, who actually ridiculed the rhythm under the desk lamp like this!

"Who, who is so unsympathetic!"

Rhythm under the table lamp, who was in pain all over his body, was in a bad mood. Some people even took pleasure in his misfortune, and Rhythm under the lamp suddenly became unhappy.

It's so hateful, it's so ignorant to expose people without revealing their shortcomings.

But everyone looked at each other, but they didn't find the right person who just made fun of the rhythm under the desk lamp.

"Strange, whose voice was it just now?"

The Second Treasure Angel asked suspiciously.

After all, there are only people like me here, and no one else. Where did the voice come from just now?

"I do not know either!"

Meng Feiyang also wondered who was talking just now.

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