The Local Lazy Man System

"Are you OK?"

Liu Qingqing asked with concern.

"I...I...nothing..."

The rhythm under the lamp stood up from the ground awkwardly, and stammered.

"It's fine, everyone eat fruit, I'm going to prepare lunch."

Liu Qingqing said, then turned and left.

To be honest, Liu Qingqing was a little uncomfortable with the rhythm under the lamp, they stared at him.

Although Liu Qingqing also knew that they had no thoughts in their hearts, they were just overwhelmed by their own beauty, and they looked at themselves uncontrollably.

But Liu Qingqing still didn't want to be viewed this way by other men except her husband.

"What a shame!"

After Liu Qingqing walked away, Erbao Angel looked at the rhythm under the lamp with contempt and said.

What else is the internet god?

In this way, seeing the beautiful women stammering and sitting down, she was drunk.

The faces of his group of people were completely lost by him.

"You can't blame me, this hermit's wife is so beautiful, how can there be such a beautiful beauty in this world!"

Without Liu Qingqing present, the rhythm under the lamp no longer stammered.

When Liu Qingqing was there, it put too much pressure on the rhythm under the lamp.

"Indeed, I really didn't expect women to be so beautiful."

For this, Erbao Angel also had to recognize it.

Even if he was a woman, he was conquered by the beauty of Liu Qingqing.

In front of Liu Qingqing, Erbao Angels couldn't even rise to confidence. They were also young women, so God is too unfair!

"I don't know if she has a younger sister."

Meng Feiyang said.

"Even if someone has a younger sister? She looks so beautiful, can you keep it?"

Mantis looked at Mengfeiyang and asked.

Everyone wants to marry a beautiful wife.

But the more beautiful a woman is, the more people will pay her attention. Without enough ability, there is no way to keep a beautiful wife.

Marrying a wife who looks like a normal person is actually a kind of happiness. At the very least, you don't have to worry about being afraid that others will seduce your own wife and rob your own wife.

"Don't forget, we are internet writers, staying at home every day as an otaku and guarding his wife every day, she can still run away."

Meng Feiyang said.

As a writer of online novels, his greatest feature is his "home", staying at home all day long.

Moreover, Meng Feiyang is the author of the middle **** level of the Yuewen Group, nicknamed "Tentacles". In addition to the many books of his different vests in the Yuewen Group, there are also several buyout articles outside the station.

A few books add up to earn more than 100,000 yuan a month, so I don’t have to worry about food and clothing.

Meng Feiyang had thought about it. If she had a beautiful wife, she would definitely not let her go to work, lest she would be hooked up by other men.

"Hehe, this is an advantage for us web authors!"

Fu Xiaochen nodded and said.

On this point, Fu Xiaochen and Meng Feiyang have the same views.

Fu Xiaochen also has a beautiful wife, and she is ten years younger than him. Fu Xiaochen did not let her go to work, but married her husband and children at home.

To put it bluntly, this is an expression of unconfidence.

Especially the kind of man who doesn't look good, but his wife doesn't want to be beautiful. He is particularly unconfident and worried that his wife will cuckold himself.

It's not that he is worried about his wife, but that men outside are constantly tempting his wife to make mistakes.

Therefore, many men can't wait to keep their beautiful wife at home and prevent her from contacting other men.

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Ye Yaorong did not have much in common with a group of elderly people in the seventies and eighties, and could not chat with them for a while. He prepared a large bag of his family's specialty fruits for each of them as gifts, and asked Ma Xudong to bring the group of Chinese Academy of Sciences Of old people visited their big yard.

Originally, Ye Yaorong planned to let Aunt Wang go to the village to ask the two for help, and open a few more tables at noon, so that the old people could have lunch at their own home.

However, Ma Xudong said that the government had arranged the lunch for lunch, and Ye Yaorong ignored it.

After all, whether it is Lao Li or Professor Zhao, they are both national-level figures, and the local government will definitely entertain them warmly and build a good relationship.

Ye Yaorong didn't rob them of this life.

Seeing the group of old professors leaving the dean, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief under the rhythm of the lamp, and the whole person began to relax.

"These old professors have finally left, otherwise I would not dare to speak loudly."

The second treasure angel said.

"Yes, one of them was the president of my university, but I know him, he doesn't know me."

Meng Feiyang said.

Among these people, this Mengfeiyang has the highest academic qualifications. Graduates from Huaxia University have obtained a master's degree.

Meng Feiyang is a high school student. He is a student of dynamics, but he became obsessed with writing novels when he was in college. The dynamics is not very good, but he made a lot of money from writing novels.

After graduation, Meng Feiyang did not look for a job. He worked as a full-time writer at home, earning 1.8 million yuan a year, which is much better than his classmates who work in the company.

"Hermit, open the trunk of your car. Our gifts are all on the trunk of your car."

Fu Xiaochen said.

Since ancient times, Huaxia has always paid attention to the word "li". This is the first time everyone came to the house, so naturally they could not empty-handed. They bought some gifts and gave them to Ye Guangrong's family.

Ye Yaorong opened the trunk of the car, and Fu Xiaochen and the others took out a dozen large and small boxes and bags from the car.

Fu Xiaochen's guest gifts are also quite rich! Many of them are specialty products with local characteristics and are valuable gifts.

After all, these people are people with an annual income of more than one million yuan. If you come to Ye Guangrong's house as a guest, this gift should not be too light.

"What a shame!"

Ye Yaorong, who also understood the Chinese word for "li", accepted it happily after a few fake and euphemistic rejections.

After all, they are not government officials in the real sense, and they don’t come to beg for themselves because of the rhythm under the lamp. It is normal to bring gifts to the door, and it is a normal human relationship.

Naturally, Ye Yaorong would not accept their gifts.

When they left, Ye Yaorong just remembered to return the gift.

The core idea of ​​China's "ritual" culture is "reciprocity".

Don't underestimate China's "reciprocity and courtesy" culture, it is an important bridge to maintain people's affection and friendship!

After eating a sumptuous and delicious lunch, everyone visited the large courtyard of Ye Guangrong's home.

"It's really beautiful here!"

The rhythm under the lamp is holding a mobile phone and constantly taking pictures, the birds on the trees, the white geese swimming in the lake, the chicks that are eating, the fishes, shrimps and crabs swimming in the water, and the green mountains and green lakes in the distance.

"Don't get too close to these chicks, be careful of being pecked by them!"

Seeing the rhythm under the lamp, Ye Yaorong wanted to take pictures of these chicks at close range with his mobile phone, and immediately reminded him.

"Nothing!"

The rhythm under the lamp did not take Ye Yaorong's words to heart.

Looking at the rhythm under the lamp, just a few fist-sized chickens can cause no harm to themselves.

This Ye Yaorong is too careful because he is so strong!

It's a pity that the rhythm of the lamp hasn't noticed. Not far from him, a hen who protects the chicken is staring at him.

"what……"

Before the rhythm under the lamp came close to these chicks, the hen who was protecting the chicken rushed up and pecked on the rhythm arm under the lamp with one leap. The rhythm under the lamp screamed in pain. The phone was not held, and it fell directly to the ground.

But this is not over yet, the hen is still flying, pecking everywhere on the rhythm under the lamp, and the rhythm under the lamp has no backhand strength and is chased and beaten by the hen.

"Help!"

"dying!"

The rhythm under the table lamp that grew up in the city never thought that this chicken's attack power was so powerful, and his own dignified seven-foot man had no backhand in front of it.

Is this Ye Guangrong family a chicken or a beast!

Seeing this scene, Ye Yaorong couldn't help but shook his head. This was the result of not listening to his own advice.

Of course, as the host, Ye Yaorong couldn't just watch the rhythm under the lamp. The guest was bullied by a hen.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Ye Yaorong walked quickly to the rhythm under the lamp and waved his hand to drive away the fierce hen.

After all, it is the owner, her own food and clothing parents, this hen dares to be fierce to the rhythm under the lamp~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but she dares not listen to Ye Yaorong's words.

Otherwise, if you don't make it at night, you will be plucked with chicken soup.

So the hen ran away sensibly.

"Are you OK?"

Erbao Angel also ran over at this time and asked the rhythm under the lamp.

I really didn't expect that the hen was so ferocious, she was shocked to beat the rhythm under the lamp, a boy who was a little over 1.70 meters tall, without any backhand.

But thinking about the fierce look of the hen just now, this made Erbao Angel decide to stay away from the chicken so as not to be attacked.

"It hurts... It hurts..."

The rhythm under the lamp wailed.

I really didn't expect to be so painful to be pecked by a hen.

"Hahaha, deserve it, deserve it!"

At this moment, a voice that made everyone feel surprised came.

The group of Erbao Angels froze for a while, looked at each other, and wondered who was so unsympathetic, and ridiculed the rhythm under the lamp like this!

"Who, who is, so unsympathetic!"

The rhythm under the table lamp, which was painful all over, was in a bad mood. Someone still gloated at him, and the rhythm under the lamp suddenly became unhappy.

It's horrible, if you don't reveal the shortcomings, how can you be ignorant at all.

But everyone looked at each other and didn't find the person who made fun of the rhythm under the lamp just now.

"Strange, whose voice was just now?"

Erbao Angel asked suspiciously.

After all, there are people like me here, no one else, where did the voice just come from?

"I do not know either!"

Meng Feiyang also wondered who was talking just now.

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