I Only Want to Farm Chapter 409: Crape Myrtle

Chapter 408 Ziwei (Finally goodbye, it's not easy, I need tickets~~)

And Qin Yuan knows that his daughter-in-law is thin-skinned, so he is not very good at molesting her with this movie, although. ． ． ． Itchy.

It's finally over.

Yu Sheng's flushed cheeks were relieved by the cool wind outside, and he didn't dare to look at Qin Yuan, but silently looked at a big doll beside him.

Ding dong, a text message is coming.

Qin Yuan looked down and saw that it was Qin Yu's. It said that she had something to do and went back by herself, and then booked a hotel room for them. If they didn't go, it would be a waste of money.

Qin Yuan: "..."

My daughter is weak and bad, and I don't know where I learned it, so I have to teach her a lesson.

Besides, did she think she would really bring her daughter-in-law there?

Qin Yuan frowned, turned his head, and inadvertently met Yu Sheng's shy and uncomfortable eyes like a deer, as well as his cheeks that were a little blushing.

What's wrong? go back? Yu Sheng blushed and gestured.

Qin Yuan thought for a while and said, "Xiaoyu said she was waiting for us in a hotel."

Well, let's go, take Xiaoyu to have a meal at night, Jiaojiao also likes to eat delicious food. Yu Sheng replied, and showed him a gentle and bright smile.

At that moment, Qin Yuan's mouth moved.

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Qin Yu returned home in the evening, put the cake in the refrigerator, and was about to get something to eat when the couple came back.

Qin Yu looked at Yu Sheng's condition.

Before analyzing the results, Yu Sheng looked at Qin Yu with a gentle expression, and signed in sign language: Have you eaten?

"No, I'm waiting for you to come back." Qin Yu pretended to be innocent, but Qin Yuan next to him had a strange expression.

Yu Sheng: Well, I'll cook later.

After a pause, Yu Sheng waved sign language again: But it's not for you.

Qin Yu: "???"

Jiaojiao: "!!!"

When Sheng walked into the kitchen, Qin Yuan coughed lightly and said to Qin Yu: "Because you said, no woman in this world is more important than a wife, so I betrayed you."

There is nothing wrong with this! Especially righteous!

Qin Yu choked, pursed his mouth, and sneered: "Mr. Qin, you are doing well."

Qin Yuan smiled, reached out and stroked her head, "Good boy~"

The confrontation between the two father and daughter was brief, where is Jiaojiao?

He has already rushed into the kitchen decisively to please Yu Sheng.

Qin Yu is hungry, the baby must eat!

Qin Yu, who was punished by Yu Sheng, went to check the usage of the suite when he was depressed - it was used.

In other words, after Qin Yuan confessed, Yu Sheng still went with him?

Hehe, it really is a couple.

So the one who spends money and troubles is cannon fodder?

Jiaojiao: There should be applause here, pa~pa~pa.

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When the semester started, the whole school suddenly became noisy. When Wen Xi entered the school, someone in the class was already talking about the summer vacation.

Travel or study, etc.

Someone asked about Wen Xi, who shook his head, "I didn't go out much this summer, I only went back to my grandfather's house once."

Grandpa and grandpa among these people have many families from all over the world. When I heard that Wen Xi's grandpa's hometown is in a small county, I lost interest immediately.

Wen Xi doesn't care either. In fact, she is a little absent-minded, and she only talks a few words to others, but others have long been used to Wen Xi's reticence.

If the goddess is bluffing like a sparrow, then she is not a goddess.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, morning exercises."

A good high school must have a good morning exercise culture. When the order is in order, people's spirit will be exercised, so that they will be energetic in future studies.

No. 2 Middle School is not strict with students in other aspects, but it is very strict in morning exercises.

Wen Xi also went out for morning exercises with others.

On the playground, a total of more than 2,000 people are doing exercises to the music on the playground. There are many teachers on the side. Usually, the head teacher will follow the exercise to see the situation in the class, but many teachers will also come to exercise.

Occasionally chatting.

How many summer vacation studies and training matters, and some travel with family members, but most of them are charging, talking and talking, it is inevitable to talk about transfer students.

For ordinary schools, the probability of transferring students is small, but in No. 2 Middle School, transferring students is a big event that must be faced every school year, and there are many people.

There are excellent students, but there are more troubles.

"I just don't know how many young masters and daughters will be stuffed in this time." A class teacher couldn't help complaining.

They are not resisting transfer students, but students who are difficult to manage and have particularly poor grades from their family backgrounds. If this student is difficult to manage, it will be even more troublesome.

"Hey, Mr. Ke, your class 1 is alright, the admissions office doesn't dare to put people in your class, pity us, we will let one or two out every school year."

"Don't say that, usually there are good ones coming in, hey, isn't the solution in class 3 of the second year of high school a very good one, the last time I got the second grade in the final exam, maybe this time I will be promoted in the third year of high school. Go to Class 1."

"It may not be possible to go to class 1. If you change classes rashly, the students are not used to it."

In front of the class, there are fewer students changing classes, more of them are the flow of transfer students, and there are also students who can't bear the high-energy learning of too many talents around them and drop out of school.

Anyway, coming in and out is quite frequent.

The person who was called was Ke Qiuran, the head teacher of Class 1 of the previous senior year. Many head teachers often go from the first year to the third year of high school. This is to avoid the cost of familiarity brought by the replacement. The five-year-old and three-year-old man did not look like a class teacher, but a rough physical education teacher.

Ke Qiuran's expression is serious, and his temperament is more majestic. Hearing the words, he said lightly: "If you can't keep up, if you really come in, you will naturally go out when the time comes."

The other teachers nodded and said no more, because the morning exercises were over, and the students lined up back to the teaching building in order.

Class 1 is the first to leave.

Class 1 has the most top students, especially Qiao Mo and Wen Xi, so when the two walked side by side in the men's and women's lineup and greeted the teachers, Rao Ke Qiuran, a serious class teacher, smiled and looked at him. The two nodded slightly.

The team trotted over in an orderly manner, and suddenly, the people in front couldn't help turning their heads.

Because they hear the music ringing.

From the small garden at the corner of a teaching building next to it, there are some flower trees planted on both sides of the road. The biggest tree is called crape myrtle. The crape myrtle flower tree has been around for many years. , the flowers are gorgeous, just in line with the description of "the green in midsummer covers the eyes, and the house is full of red".

The bell came from the path next to it, and it was quickly pressed and turned into a voice.

The sound gradually became clearer, and the footsteps became more and more clear. The music was obviously gone, but the students who ran past felt that there was background music in all of this.

When she walked out from under the flower tree~IndoMTL.com~It was as if all the flowers were in full bloom, and everything was silent.

It's not as beautiful as Cangyang Gyatso's poetic and soulful soul, nor is it Yishu's curling beauty that masters fireworks in the world.

She is pale, slender, with slender eyebrows. When she is not speaking, she looks like a white paper that is about to be dipped in ink by the years to write landscapes, and also like a ray of white light that shines lazily through the cracks in a gentle summer.

Clean, tranquil, and independent from the world, but her eyes seem to be able to change into a valley that can accommodate thousands of things. When you glance at it easily, it will isolate you from youth and avoid the filth of adulthood, and lock you so lightly.

Then she puts down her phone and smiles.

"Wen Xiaoxi."

"Your shoelaces are loose again."

I've worked so hard to think about such an aesthetic encounter—well, is it easy for me to let a certain fish have a beautiful appearance? It's not easy! So is there a ticket?

(End of this chapter)