Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"By the way, everything over there has been dealt with?" Yang Zhuoying changed the subject.

"Almost." He Junlin looked at the time and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." Yang Zhuoying thought that He Junlin probably didn't eat, but he was on a plane all day, and she was too embarrassed to bother him to cook. The problem was that her cooking skills were not very good, so she suggested going out to eat.

"I'll take you to a place for dinner." He Junlin hugged his son and walked towards the river.

"Where are you going? Don't you need to drive?" Yang Zhuoying hurriedly followed.

"We'll know when we arrive." He Junlin said mysteriously.

Ten minutes later, the three walked into an orchard.

"I didn't even know there was such a vineyard nearby."

Looking at the bunches of plump grapes in front of me, the wind blows over, and bursts of fragrance come in, as if the air is sweet.

The person in charge of the orchard is a man in his 40s and [-]s. When he saw them coming in, he greeted them with a smile on his face and asked them to look around hospitablely.

He Junlin said, "We can pick it ourselves."

The person in charge nodded respectfully and said, "Okay, if you need anything, call me anytime."

Then, he handed them two bamboo baskets and left.

With no outsiders around, Yang Zhuoying looked around, drooling at the bunches of grapes.

"Do you like it?" He Junlin asked with a smile.

Yang Zhuoying and her son said in unison: "I like it, it's so beautiful here."

"Daddy, I want to pick that bunch of grapes." The little guy pointed to the bunch of crystal-clear grapes above his head, but unfortunately his hands were too short to reach them.

"Do you want to pick this bunch of grapes?" He Junlin stretched out his long arms, and easily picked the bunch of grapes for his son.

The son hugged the bunch of grapes, and was not in a hurry to eat them. Instead, he took out his mobile phone, took a picture, and sent it to Moments. Then, he asked He Junlin to put him down, and he went to find water to wash it before eating.

"There's a faucet over there." He Junlin pointed to the left, and the little guy happily walked over.

"You don't want to tell me that this vineyard is yours?"

Thinking of the person in charge's respectful attitude towards him just now, Yang Zhuoying made a bold guess.

"Smart." He Junlin flicked her nose and said with a smile:

"Actually, this is the surprise I want to give you. Before, someone told me that they really wanted to own a vineyard. It just so happened that the owner of the vineyard put it on the market, so I bought it."

When he heard that he bought this vineyard for her, Yang Zhuoying grinned to the sky.

"Actually, I'm just talking. By the way, which bunch of grapes do you want to eat, I'll pick them for you."

"That bunch." He Junlin pointed casually, and Yang Zhuoying immediately picked off the bunch of grapes flatteringly, and was about to wash it, but heard what He Junlin said.

"The grapes here are not heavily treated with pesticides, so they can be eaten directly."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and put his arms around her shoulders, and opened his mouth to ask her to feed him.

Yang Zhuoying was kind, she picked the biggest and plump grape with her slender fingers, peeled off the skin, and handed it to his mouth, "Is it sweet?"

"Well, it's very sweet." He Junlin opened his mouth to swallow, looking at her with evil eyes, as if the grape was her.

Yang Zhuoying's embarrassing face made her look at her son who was not far away. Fortunately, the son didn't look this way, so she also picked a grape and threw it into her mouth. It was really sweet.

"Let's compete to see who can pick more grapes." She suddenly got playful, picked up the two bamboo baskets from the ground, took one for herself, and handed the other to He Junlin.

"What's the prize for winning?" He Junlin didn't reach out, but just stared at her and asked.

Yang Zhuoying's nimble eyes rolled, "Whoever loses will be fined to be the opponent's assistant for a day."

He Junlin was a little interested, "You mean, if I win, you will listen to me tomorrow, no matter what I ask you to do?"

Yang Zhuoying blinked, why did she feel as if she had dug a hole for herself.

"Okay then, it's a deal." Without giving her a chance to repent, He Junlin made a final decision.

Seeing He Junlin's movement, Yang Zhuoying immediately picked up the scissors and walked towards the nearest shelf. No matter what his intentions are, as long as she wins this competition, it's uncertain who will suffer.

Seeing her rushing to pick grapes, the corners of He Junlin's lips curled up slightly, and he walked in another direction in his spare time.

After picking a bamboo basket of grapes, Yang Zhuoying put the grapes in the basket and walked to another shelf.

At this time, the son's voice suddenly came: "Mommy, be careful!"

A bang sounded.

Before Yang Zhuoying could tell where the voice came from, an arm went up to her waist, and she was pulled into a familiar embrace.

He Junlin hugged her, turned around, and narrowly avoided the bullets fired at her, but his arm was bruised.

At the same time, Lan Tian sprang out from nowhere and protected them and hid behind a nearby grape trellis.

"Huanyi." Thinking of her son, Yang Zhuoying was about to rush out.

"He's fine." Lan Tian quickly stopped her from going out, "You guys hide here, I'll go out and take a look."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and rushed out, and the next moment there was a bang bang bang sound.

Yang Zhuoying subconsciously shook her body, thinking that she was afraid, so He Junlin reached out and hugged her tightly,

"Don't be afraid."

Yang Zhuoying came back to her senses and found that his sleeve was torn, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

He Junlin looked at her from head to toe first, and made sure that she was not injured at all, before he said, "I'm fine."

After a while, Lan Tian came in carrying a man from He Junlin who was dressed as a worker. The man was covered in blood and was thrown in front of He Junlin.

He Junlin let go of Yang Zhuoying, walked up to the man, condescendingly, and asked coldly, "Who sent you here?"

The man didn't answer, but just stared at Yang Zhuoying fiercely.

It was obvious that the man was coming for her, Yang Zhuoying sneered, "Is it Kanda Kazumi, or Aragaki Koizumi who sent you here?"

Yang Zhuoying doesn't know many people here in country R, ​​and the one who has the ability and motive to send someone to kill her, after much deliberation, must be that couple.

The man's pupils shrank, and he sneered: "Don't ask, I won't say anything!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Lan Tian kicked him on the shoulder, and then there was the sound of bones breaking.

"Say."

The man had bulging veins on his forehead, and he didn't speak with a painful expression on his face.

"Since you don't say it, then you don't need to say it in the future." He Junlin said impatiently.

Lan Tian understood, raised his weapon, aimed it at his forehead, and was about to pull the trigger.

The man raised his head, glared fiercely at Yang Zhuoying, and looked at He Junlin mockingly.

"Your wife, relying on her beauty, hooks up everywhere, and the wife pays me to kill her. You have been cuckolded, and you still defend her like this."

Before he could finish speaking, He Junlin snatched the weapon from Lan Tian's hand, and there was a bang.

The man's voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person fell backwards, his eyes were tightly open, and he seemed to be dying.

Staring at the man's body, Yang Zhuoying found her voice after a while, and turned to look at He Junlin.

"You don't want to know who I have colluded with, and who else ordered him to come?"