A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

As the last pepper seedling was put into the greenhouse, everyone burst into cheers.

Three seconds later, there was only a "pop" sound.

Fu Ran collapsed to the ground in a "big" shape, and a voice came from the ground: "I can't do it anymore. I really, really moved from dawn to dusk. I was exhausted. It took five or six hours. It was more than what I was practicing." Dancing indoors for five or six hours is more tiring than moving twenty tons of organic fertilizer."

There was another "snap", and Fu Chen sat down next to him, not forgetting to say: "Brother, you are only twenty-five years old, in the prime of life. You are tired at such a young age. What will you do when you get old?"

"Wang Wang Wang Wang."

Fa Cai ran over at some point and surrounded Fu Ran who was lying on the ground, wagging his tail and barking.

"Even you inspire me." Fu Ran got up from the ground with tears in his eyes.

"It's not easy," Feng Yaoyao said with red eyes and gratitude, "I really appreciate everyone helping us."

Sheng Ning curled her lips and whispered to Cheng Jianwei: "Have you noticed that the Feng brothers and sisters have a skill that only they know?"

Cheng Jianwei: "What skill?"

"My eyes turned red in a second."

It was identified as pinkeye, Sheng Ning said in her heart.

Fu Chen took a group photo with the staff and said thank you: "Thank you to all the teachers of the program team, thank you for your hard work."

Feng Mian stood aside motionless, maintaining the aloof image of a domineering president: "Is it over now? It's interesting, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Zhou Ciyan raised his eyebrows: "If you are not satisfied, you can plant them in the greenhouse. The five thousand vegetable seedlings have been unloaded, but there are still four thousand to be planted."

Feng Mian's face turned blue, and he immediately retorted: "Your greenhouse is not my greenhouse, so planting must have nothing to do with me."

Fu Ran said: "That's right. After all, Mr. Feng, your greenhouse has collapsed and you don't have anywhere to plant it. You can help us unload the pepper seedlings for half a day. You are so kind."

Feng Mian heard the sound of an arrow hitting his heart.

He took a deep breath and told himself not to be angry.

The next moment, Fu Ran walked up to him and stretched out his index finger: "By the way, Mr. Feng, why are you so still? Are you numb from tiredness? If you feel numb, rest for a while. Don't hold on."

"What a joke, how could I be tired? I -"

Fu Ran gently poked Feng Mian's chest.

"Crack!"

He was poked to the ground by Fu Ran's finger.

Feng Mian struggled to stand up, but fell down again. He was too tired to get up. He was holding himself still just now, but he fell down with just one poke.

Fu Ran walked past him and shook his head: "Mr. Feng, you just want to be too strong. There are some things you can't force yourself to do."

Feng Mian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Shen Zhizhi, who was also standing motionless, saw this scene and quietly moved his body farther away from Fu Ran.

Barrage: [Ranzi, you should be lucky that Mr. Feng is just for a domineering president, not a mafia boss. 】

[Fu Ran: Jumping sideways repeatedly on the edge of Feng Mian's rampage, eh, it's just a tough life. 】

[The Burning Lord focuses on burning and going crazy. 】

[Fu Ran can survive until now only because of legal protection. 】

Everyone stood still and watched the big truck drive away, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief.

Fu Ran waved to the truck: "Goodbye, see you next time."

It wasn't until the truck disappeared into the night that he whispered: "It's better to see you again."

Fu Chen calculated the time: "In about one week, the cucumber seedlings from our one acre of land will arrive. You will see us soon."

Fu Ran let out a desperate cry: "No!"

Everyone present, including the staff, laughed out loud.

"I decided to write a song called, "Five Thousand One Hundred Chili Peppers" to commemorate everything that happened today."

"...That's not how memorials are used."

"To commemorate, to commemorate."

Netizens couldn't help but sigh when they saw the noisy eight people, all tired and disheveled, with colorful faces.

[Suddenly there was a feeling of peace and tranquility. Unexpectedly, the staff were also helping them, and the program team actually behaved. 】

[Who knows, I watched a brother-sister variety show and saw the passion. For the first time, I felt that all eight of them were very good. At least, although everyone was exhausted, no one said they wanted to quit the variety show. 】

[It’s not easy. I feel like Ranzi’s voice is trembling. How can he maintain such a high-frequency crazy output? 】

[Don’t ask, asking is the professional quality of a professional singer. 】

[Ah, can he be quiet for five minutes? Don’t force me to kneel down and beg him. 】

[Washing Machine: Why is it that every night is a high-end game, so you can’t let me take a day off? 】

"Okay, let's stop here tonight," Fu Chen played the role of big brother, "Everyone go back and go to bed early. We will gather in the field at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to continue building the greenhouse and plant these thousands of seedlings early. In the soil.”

"No problem," Fu Ran said while dragging his heavy body, his tone still full of energy, "Let's go back to our home to sleep for a fortune and continue working tomorrow."

Get rich: "Woof woof."

Feng Mian called to Feng Yaoyao: "Yao Yao, let's build the greenhouse first tomorrow."

Seeing that everyone was about to go back, Cheng Jianwei had not made any move yet.

Sheng Ning walked to her side: "Cheng Jianwei, aren't you going back?"

Cheng Jianwei said: "I'll be back in a minute. There are a few seedlings placed outside here. I'll put them in the greenhouse."

"It's better to do it tomorrow..."

Just as Sheng Ning was about to persuade her, a tall figure walked past her and walked into the greenhouse holding two seedlings.

It was Zhou Ciyan. He had already helped Cheng Jianwei move the vegetable seedlings into the greenhouse.

Cheng Jian smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Ciyan raised the corners of his lips: "You're welcome."

Sheng Ning stared at him, and a woman's sixth sense told her that this man was definitely not what the barrage said... Gu Dao Rechang.

Moreover, the head of the Zhou family, Gu Dao Rechang?

His uncles who were defeated by him, as well as his enemies in the business world, would probably cry if they knew that people on the Internet said so about him.

Sheng Ning narrowed her peach blossom eyes as she looked at the head of the Zhou family who showed a worthless smile to Cheng Jianwei.

Zhou Ciyan must have an ulterior motive for Cheng Jianwei!

Although she is only the adopted daughter of the Fu family, theoretically speaking, she is also Cheng Jianwei's sister, right?

No, she finally had a sister who was smart, powerful, and beautiful. She couldn't be abducted by a man who fell from the sky...

The next morning.

Ms. Shanda set seven or eight alarm clocks for herself. At dawn, the live broadcast in the public area was not even turned on, so she got up.

She walked out of the room without makeup, not only got up by herself, but also ran to the next door and patted Feng Yaoyao's door wildly.

"Feng Yaoyao, are you awake? You must be awake, don't pretend to be asleep, I know you have to get up early every day to put on makeup -" Sheng Ning put her hands on her hips and spoke plausibly.

Before she finished speaking, Feng Yaoyao, with disheveled hair and wearing home clothes and pajamas, opened the door.

She looked at Sheng Ning with scarlet eyes for three seconds. Relying on her own psychological quality as a white lotus for more than 20 years, she forced the urge to curse and showed a tearful expression: "Miss Sheng, what's wrong with Yaoyao?" , you want to wake up Yaoyao so early?"