The Local Lazy Man System

Luoqiu Chinese Network

"It's nothing, just thinking about it in a few days, I'll give birth, I don't know if my mother will be able to come over?"

Liu Qingqing said.

This is Liu Qingqing's first child. A woman's first child will be very nervous. Liu Qingqing is the same. She especially wants her mother to come and take care of herself by her side.

In the north, when a woman gives birth, the mother of the woman usually takes care of her daughter.

"It's okay, isn't there still a husband?"

Ye Rongyao said while holding Liu Qingqing.

In more than ten days, Liu Qingqing will give birth. To be honest, Ye Rongyao is also very nervous.

In another ten days, I will be able to see my child.

Ye Rongyao was also very excited and nervous.

"Um!"

Liu Qingqing looked happily in Ye Rongyao's arms.

This is the most secure harbor for Liu Qingqing in his life. Liu Qingqing is willing to lean on this warm harbor all his life.

"Hey, boss, lady boss, can you think about how I feel as a single dog, and I can't stand it with such a nasty show of affection."

Seeing Liu Qingqing leaning on Ye Rongyao's arms happily, Fang Bolin said depressedly.

She is already twenty-seven or eight-year-old women. Fang Bolin is the most embarrassed to see others kissing me and me in front of her, showing her affection.

No way, a woman without a boyfriend is so pitiful.

The most fearful thing is to celebrate Valentine's Day. Seeing the couples on the street, Fang Bolin felt very uncomfortable.

It stands to reason that a beautiful girl like Fang Bolin must be pursued by many people.

Indeed, when he was in college, people who pursued Fang Bolin could line up from the classroom to the school gate.

Especially on Valentine's Day, the roses sent by the suitors can open a flower shop.

At that time, Fang Bolin focused on learning and was not willing to spend time on dating.

It's just that since Fang Bolin was admitted to the Ph.D., especially the post-doctorate of the three departments, the number of people he pursued has dropped sharply to a few.

They are all so-called successful people with fat faces and thick waists.

How could such a proud woman like Fang Bolin be attracted to these old men.

So far, I don't even have a boyfriend.

What I like, people despise their high education and are unwilling to pursue themselves.

This highly educated woman is really difficult to marry.

In fact, this is not to blame Fang Bolin, in China, the traditional thought is still "a woman without talent is a virtue".

In China, many men are reluctant to marry a woman with a much higher education than themselves.

Because in the eyes of men, this is a kind of pressure, which makes a man feel inferior to a woman by nature.

Marrying a woman with a much higher education than you is simply torture.

"Hehe, then hurry up and find a boyfriend."

Liu Qingqing came out of Ye Rongyao's arms with a blushing face, looked at Fang Bolin and said with a smile.

"I thought too, didn't we meet?"

Fang Bolin said depressedly.

Fang Bolin also wanted to quickly find a boyfriend she liked, but she just didn't meet the right one. The one she liked was either married or others didn't like her.

And now Fang Bolin despised the man who pursued her.

Sometimes, Fang Bolin sighed, where has this good man died?

"You are high or low."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

Today's women, especially those who have received higher education, have high demands on their other half, so much that they are of marriageable age and have no boyfriends.

"Don't talk about me, it's annoying to talk about this."

Fang Bolin said depressedly.

Women, especially highly educated women like Fang Bolin, belong to the type of strong women, but it is this type of woman who prefers men who are more powerful than themselves.

But this kind of man is not so easy to find.

Even if they meet, they are already her husband.

Just like his own boss, when he met him, he was already married.

You and him are the type that are inseparable.

"Hey, the typhoon has stopped outside."

Pan Chengchen didn't hear the whistling wind outside, looked out the window, and it was not raining, so he said.

"The typhoon has stopped."

Ye Rongrong looked out the window and said.

This typhoon is also very strange. When it came, it was a violent storm, and the momentum was amazing, but when it left, it was silent.

Now not only is there no wind outside, but the torrential rain has stopped.

"Husband, shall we go out and see?"

Liu Qingqing looked at Ye Rongyao and said.

The typhoon ended relatively early, and it was not even one o'clock in the morning. The typhoon had already passed.

Liu Qingqing didn't know what the typhoon had done to his beautiful yard, and wanted to go out and have a look.

"it is good."

Although Ye Rongyao could use the "detection technique" to check the situation within a radius of one kilometer, Ye Rongrong didn't like the feeling of showing images in his mind.

Every year after the typhoon, he would go out to see the situation in person. Ye Rongyao had already developed this habit.

"Let's go out and see."

Fang Bolin and Pan Chengchen also followed Ye Rongrong out of the bedroom and looked outside the yard.

Go out of the bedroom and into the yard.

"My house, my house, woohoo..."

The parrot "Ying Ying", who followed Ye Rongrong and the others, saw that his beautiful bird's nest was gone, and immediately began to cry loudly.

"This bird is almost like a man."

Fang Bolin looked at the almost psychic parrot and said to Pan Chengchen beside her.

After staying here at Ye Rongyao's house for so long, Fang Bolin has some understanding of these animals in Ye Rongrong's yard, and knows that these yard animals in Ye Rongrong's house are very smart.

Of course, the most enchanting one is this psychic parrot.

Just like the wisdom of four or five-year-old children, it is too spiritual.

Fortunately, this Taoyuan Village is located in a remote area, and few outsiders can come here. Everyone does not know the magic of this parrot.

Otherwise, it will definitely cause a big stir.

"Okay, Yingying, don't cry, let someone make you a beautiful wooden house tomorrow."

Liu Qingqing comforted "Sakura" and said.

"You guys just have a look in the yard, I'll take a look outside."

Ye Rongrong explained to everyone.

After all, there is still a power outage now, and the lights are dark. It is easy to not see the road with the light of the flashlight. If you are not careful, you may trip over something. After the typhoon, the road is very chaotic, and there are broken branches and trees everywhere.

Ye Rongyao doesn't worry about Liu Qingqing going out with a big belly.

After explaining to several people in the house, Ye Rongyao walked out of the yard to check the situation of his own yard.

Because Ye Rongrong's saplings were basically planted this year, and when they came out of the yard, although these trees had been reinforced, quite a few were still uprooted, and some were even blown off by the wind.

The condition of the fish pond is not bad, there is nothing unusual except that there are a lot of debris floating on the water surface, and most of the water plants such as lotus and lotus that have been planted have been destroyed.

The chickens, ducks and goose nests are fine, nothing out of the ordinary, but more than half of the vegetables in the fields have been destroyed, and they will need to be cleaned up tomorrow morning.

"Glory, glory."

Ye Rongyao was still checking the situation in his home when he saw the old village chief Ye Xianghai shouting to him from a distance.

"Old village chief, why are you here?"

Ye Rongrong asked Ye Xianghai, the old village chief who approached.

"The typhoon has stopped. I'm not worried, so I came to have a look."

Every year when a typhoon crosses the border, the cadres in the village have to fight Taiwan all night.

After all, if there is an incident involving human life, the village cadres will also be held responsible.

"I'm fine here, just some losses. How is the situation in the village?"

Ye Rongrong asked.

"A lot of crops were destroyed, others were fine."

The old village chief Ye Xianghai said.

This year's typhoon is not bad, the wind is not strong, and the persistence is not long, and the damage to the village is not large, that is, a few old houses collapsed.

"Hopefully, there will be no more typhoons this year."

Ye Rongrong said. Once the typhoon passes, the loss to my home is at least 3 million yuan. These are all money.

So Ye Rongyao really didn't want another typhoon this year, and if it came, it was best not to pass by his side.

"What do you say about this matter? You don't have anything to do here. I'll look elsewhere. I hope the loss this year will be smaller."

Having said that, the old village chief took a flashlight and went to the rest of the village.

As the mayor of Taoyuan Village, Ye Xianghai was very busy at night.

...

"Husband, how is it outside?"

Ye Rongyao returned to his small yard, and Liu Qingqing asked.

"The flowers and trees have been damaged a lot, the fence in the yard is also broken, and the vegetable field is not optimistic." Ye Rongrong said.

Fortunately, Ye Rongyao had already prepared for the worst of the typhoon, so Ye Rongyao could still accept the loss.

"That's a pity."

In the face of such a natural disaster that manpower cannot contend with, losses are inevitable. Apart from being a little distressed, Liu Qingqing is not too sad.

After all, the family is not as poor and poor as it was a year ago, and is short of money.

"Are you hungry?"

Ye Rongyao looked at the time, it was already early in the morning, everyone had not slept for such a long time, they must be hungry.

At the very least, Ye Rongyao's stomach was already hungry.

"Boss, it's fine if you don't say it. I'm really hungry after you say it."

Before Liu Qingqing spoke, Fang Bolin said.

"I'm hungry, you go to the kitchen to make something to eat."

Ye Rongrong looked at Fang Bolin with a smile and said.

"I don't know how to cook!"

Fang Bolin said depressedly.

Fang Bolin has grown up so much, and she has never cooked or cooked. It really embarrassed her to ask her to cook.

"Husband, I want to eat porridge."

Liu Qingqing looked at Ye Rongyao and said.

At this time, drinking a bowl of porridge is the best.

Healthy and filling.

"Okay, I'll make meat porridge."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile. Now that there is a power outage at home, Ye Rongrong doesn't bother Aunt Liu anymore, and cooks the porridge by himself.

...

This meat porridge is actually very simple. After half an hour, Ye Rongrong brought out a pot of meat porridge.

"Everyone eat some meat porridge, and go back to sleep after eating."

Ye Guangyao put the meat porridge on the table and said.

The typhoon has also stopped. After everyone has finished eating, it is time to wash and sleep.

There is more to do tomorrow.

I recommend my friend Xinfeng's new book "The Strongest System". You may have read his old book "I am a god and who am I afraid of". Yes, this is a new book that pretends to be a force. Forced inside.

It's really shameless, you can pay attention to it and see, this is pretending to be forced, and what kind of force is it pretending to be.

If pretending to be coercive is a crime, then I will definitely learn it. If slapping the face is a crime, then I will definitely do it. It’s a crime like this, so let’s go to Sao Nian. (~^~)Luoqiu Chinese Website