I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 216 Not so lucky

As soon as Ding Maomao left the room, Jiang Lihua put down the little red book in her hand and showed a slightly thin face, "De Xing! Do you really think this is her home? Who do you want to show your resentment every day? "

Yang Yan lay on the bed and said nothing. She was very hungry and wanted to speak, but she really didn't have the strength.

Lin Qing unscrewed a small box under the kerosene lamp, dug out a small amount of warm yellow paste about the size of a fingernail, and spread it on her hands. Finally, she lowered her head and smelled it. A light fragrance hit her, and it smelled good.

"Okay, why do you care about her so much?" Lin Qing said, pushing the small box in front of Jiang Lihua, "Would you like some? I exchanged it with Wei Lan with my ticket. I heard it was from Haishi. Yes, you can’t buy it if you don’t have connections.”

"Since when did you start paying attention to this?" Jiang Lihua curled her lips in disgust, but took the small box away without politeness, took out a big lump from it and kneaded it.

Lin Qing looked distressed and snatched back the small box, "It's so expensive. Wei Lan only has a few boxes left. If you use them up, you won't be able to buy them anymore."

Lin Qing's cheeks were slightly red and she felt a little embarrassed.

In her mind, going to the countryside is exactly what it says in the book. To achieve big things, you must first work your muscles and bones. Therefore, when she works, she always does her best and does not care that she will get tanned or that her hands will be worn out from handling farm tools. Rough.

 However, I don’t know when she started to pay attention to these things.

Lin Qing thought about it, and it seemed that it was the scene of Gu Chao holding a kerosene lamp and Wei Lan interlocking with each other on the night of the vigil.

She looked at their intertwined fingers, and saw Wei Lan's better face under the dim and flickering light when she turned her head. In addition to envy, she couldn't help but worry that Fan Zhuo would dislike her because of her rough hands and tanned skin. she.

  After all, there is a sharp contrast with Wei Lan.

After returning from that night watch, Lin Qing hesitated for a long time and did a lot of ideological work before finally mustering up the courage to find Wei Lan.

Now that Leng Buding heard Jiang Lihua ask about it, Lin Qing suddenly felt ashamed.

Under the glow of the kerosene lamp, Lin Qing stood up suddenly, and the chair was pushed open with a crash.

Lin Qing stood upright and said, "I am ashamed of the trust that the party and the people have entrusted to me!"

Jiang Lihua was so frightened by her sudden attack that she almost fell off the chair, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Lin Qing's face turned red, and she rushed out of the door with a washbasin in hand, "I'm going to get some wash water, why don't we wash up and go to bed quickly! We have to remove wheat grains in two days!"

On the other side, Ding Maomao was walking on the field ridge holding a quilt. The sky had completely darkened, and he could only vaguely see the blurry outline of the trail.

Other than the other three people who were keeping watch that day, only Wei Lan knew what happened to Jiang Lihua.

 Wei Lan was very careful when going out during this period, trying to avoid nooks and crannies. She had to go to Xiaogang to wash large items. She also got up early and followed her aunt in the brigade, so she could avoid danger.

On the other hand, Ding Maomao was not popular. She knew that she would be treated coldly when she arrived at the vigil, so she simply slowed down and walked slowly.

There were bursts of "clatter" sounds coming from the crop fields behind him, but Ding Maomao didn't pay attention at all.

Until the sound got closer and closer, Ding Maomao felt something was wrong, thinking that someone was stealing crops from the field in the dark.

“Who is—um…” Ding Maomao had been holding grudges in his heart for a long time. He secretly sneered at the unlucky guy who fell into his hands, so he had to seize the opportunity to vent his anger.

Before Ding Maomao could turn around, someone covered his mouth and nose from behind, hugged him tightly, half dragged and half dragged him into the cotton field.

 (End of this chapter)