Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

"I don't want to live here anymore. You build me a separate house. I have plenty of money."

The more Zhuang Zelin looked at it, the less he wanted to live there.

He got angry when he thought about the big villas he lived in in the city, which were so many times bigger than the tacky houses here.

His father insisted on sending him to live in the countryside for a while.

He also said that he should feel the difficulty of labor...

Zhuang Zelin couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Fortunately, his mother and sisters couldn't bear to let him go, so they prepared a lot of things for him.

Otherwise he didn't know how to get through here.

I really have no desire to stay here.

It’s all Li Yanshu’s fault. Why did he come to the countryside for no reason?

His dad is also a big mouth, and he tells my dad about everything.

Now I have to run to this godforsaken place...

[Publish a long-term mission: Become Zhuang Zelin's licker.]

Feng He had known about this task for a long time, so she didn't feel annoyed at all.

The system said that Zhuang Zelin was the protagonist, but Feng He looked at Zhuang Zelin's appearance and he didn't seem to be a bottom at all.

Judging from his height of over 1.85 meters and healthy body shape, I guess he should have six thin abdominal muscles.

He has broad shoulders, long legs, and a kind of ruffian-like handsome face.

He has good taste in clothes, a clean and superior appearance, and an extremely good family background.

He should be a very popular figure in school.

This is the powerful person set up in the novel.

Feng He was daydreaming here.

Everyone over there was shocked by Zhuang Zelin’s words. Build another house?

It is the villagers' wish to build a small villa in the village, and I don't know how many years they will have to strive for it.

A house like the village chief's is already very good.

This young master actually didn't care at all. He just rebuilt it without blinking an eye.

"Zhuang Zelin, this place is not like the capital. The village chief's house is quite nice, with many rooms."

Li Yanshu came out, and he obviously also heard what Zhuang Zelin said.

Zhuang Zelin stopped talking and scratched his hair with his fingers a few times, looking very impatient.

Feng He glared. What did he say? Li Yanshu and Zhuang Zelin really knew each other.

The two may still be friends.

Feng He climbed high, with a grin on her face and a rich expression on her face, and her cold white skin stood out among the wheat-colored skin.

It's hard not to notice.

It was at this moment that Zhuang Zelin saw him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng He.

Because of Zhuang Zelin's irritable mood just now, his eyes were extremely cold and indifferent.

This kind of gaze does not produce a sense of beauty, but a sense of panic as if being stared at.

Feng He was startled, but adhering to the basic manners of a bootlicker, he immediately greeted Zhuang Zelin with a smile.

He also waved his hands.

Zhuang Zelin obviously did not expect Feng He to do this, and he was stunned for a moment.

His expression was blank for a moment.

After he realized what was happening, his ears turned red.

Why didn't anyone tell him that there was such a beauty in Fengjia Village...

He had never seen a more striking person than this one...

What's going on? I suddenly feel like this place isn't that bad...

Zhuang Zelin suddenly no longer objected to living in the village chief's house.

The driver who was moving things breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the young master didn't lose his temper anymore, otherwise he wouldn't know when he could go back.

His wife gave birth to a daughter some time ago, and he still has to go home to play with his daughter.

If it’s too late, we won’t be able to reach Beijing before evening.

There are enough rooms in the village chief's house, and the three teenagers have their own rooms on the second floor.

Zhuang Zelin walked straight towards Feng He. Although there were many villagers between them, when they saw him coming, the villagers subconsciously made way for him.

He coughed and asked, "What's your name? Are you from this village too?"

Feng He was surprised that Zhuang Zelin actually approached him to talk.

He stuttered a little: "My name is Feng He, I am... from this village."

Zhuang Zelin looked at Feng He and Xiao Yushan's strange actions and was unable to react for a moment.

What kind of trouble is this?

Wait… Feng He seemed to be looking at him on purpose.

That's why people carry them on their backs.

Zhuang Zelin's expression suddenly changed from confusion to secret joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Feng He looked at Zhuang Zelin's expression and knew what he was thinking.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

Feng He asked Xiao Yushan to put him down.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yushan seemed not to hear it. Feng He secretly pinched Xiao Yushan's shoulder, but there was still no response.

Is it because the skin is too rough and the flesh is too thick? I can't even feel it...

Feng He's palm quietly touched Xiao Yushan's chin with sharp and smooth lines, and went down along his neck.

Suddenly I felt his protruding Adam's apple, which looked like an olive.

Feng He clearly felt that Xiao Yushan trembled.

He raised his finger again, scratched Xiao Yushan's chin, and then leaned close to Xiao Yushan's ear and whispered, "Xiao Yushan, put me down quickly."

They were all warm and moist, like the intimate whispers between lovers.

Feng He discovered that Xiao Yushan's earlobes were red, as if they were congested.

Feng He reached out his hand and grabbed it in surprise.

He also said "Wow".

Xiao Yushan immediately raised his eyes and wanted to look at Feng He. His breathing was already unstable. Even standing on the solid ground he felt weak and groggy, as if his soul had been sucked away.

Feng He listened to his unstable and slightly rough voice.

His belly was pressed against Xiao Yushan's back, and he was bouncing back and forth. The key point was that Xiao Yushan hadn't put him down yet.

Feng He muttered strangely, "What are you doing? Are you addicted to carrying people on your back? Are you crazy? If you don't put me down, believe it or not, I will never walk again and pester you to carry me."

Xiao Yushan's mind moved. Is this possible?

Sounds good.

Feng He was already impatient, and his tone became harsh.

He muttered irritably: "I should have known not to let Xiao Yushan carry me. Now you won't let me down... Are you trying to make trouble for me again..."

Xiao Yushan, who heard it clearly, said: "..."

When had he ever played tricks on Feng He? It was Feng He who had always been playing tricks on him…playing tricks on him.

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Xiao Yushan had put him down.

Then he glared at Xiao Yushan fiercely.

Xiao Yushan's eyelids jumped at his little expression.

Fortunately, Zhuang Zelin didn't notice Xiao Yushan.

Feng He immediately asked Xiao Yushan to leave, as the later the top and bottom protagonists could meet, the better.

"Xiao Yushan, can you help me check on my family's vegetable garden? My mother asked me to check it out, but I don't want to go."

Feng He's tone was natural and intimate, as if she treated Xiao Yushan as one of her own.

I don’t know what made Xiao Yushan happy with this sentence, but he actually did it without saying a word.

Feng He's pupils widened secretly. Xiao Yushan just likes to speak frankly.

Then if there's anything you want him to do in the future, he can just ask directly.

Feng He was secretly delighted.

Zhuang Zelin looked at Feng He and Xiao Yushan with curiosity.

"What's your relationship?"

Feng He was stunned by the question. He wondered strangely: What is the relationship between him and Xiao Yushan? Are they enemies? Not really. Xiao Yushan gave him the feeling that he just let him do whatever he wanted and he just smiled.

Friends? That's even more far-fetched.

Feng He made up a story: "It's just an ordinary relationship."

Zhuang Zelin tilted his head, not commenting, but didn't ask.

Feng He followed the dog-licking process in a very serious manner. He pretended that his eyes were bright and he looked very interested in Zhuang Zelin.

"what is your name?"

"Zhuang Zelin." Zhuang Zelin answered in a clear and loud voice.

"Where are you from? Why did you come to our village?"

Speaking of this, it comes to Zhuang Zelin’s dark history.

He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

He spoke vaguely.