I Just Want To Farm

  Chapter 408 Ziwei (Finally goodbye, not easy, I need a ticket~~)

  And Qin Yuan knows that his wife is thin-skinned, and he is unlikely to use this movie to tease her, although. . . . Itchy.

   finally got to the end.

  Yu Sheng's red cheeks were bettered by the cool breeze outside, and he did not dare to look at Qin Yuan, but silently looked at an adult doll next to him.

  Ding Dong, here comes the text message.

  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 ordered a hotel box for them. If they didn’t go, it would be a waste of money and a lot of money.

  Qin Yuan: "..."

  My daughter is bad, and I don’t know where I learned it, so I have to learn a lesson.

  Furthermore, does she think she will really take her daughter-in-law there?

  Qin Yuan furrowed his brows, turned his head, and casually met Yu Sheng's shy and uncomfortable eyes, and his cheeks were stained a little blush.

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 for a meal in the evening, Jiaojiao also likes to eat delicious food. Yu Sheng replied with a gentle smile on his face.

  At that moment, Qin Yuan's mouth moved.

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

  Qin Yu looked at the state of Yu Sheng.

  Before analyzing the result, Yu Sheng looked at Qin Yu with a gentle expression, sign language: Have you eaten it?

  "No, 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 will cook later.

   After a pause, Yu Sheng gestured to sign again: But it’s not yours.

  Qin Yu: "???"

   Jiaojiao: "!!!"

   is equivalent to Sheng walking 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, squeezed, and sneered: "Mr. Qin, you are good."

  Qin Yuan smiled, reached out and touched her head, "good~"

  The confrontation between the father and daughter was brief, what about Jiaojiao?

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

  Qin Yu is hungry, baby must eat!

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

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

  Haha, they really are two husbands and wives.

  So is she cannon fodder who spends money and troubles?

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

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  At the beginning of the semester, the whole school suddenly became noisy, Wen Xi entered the school, and there were people in the class talking about the summer vacation.

  Travel or study, etc.

  Someone asked Wen Xi, who shook his head, “I didn’t go out much this summer, I only went back to my grandpa’s house once.”

  Among these people, grandpas and grandpas, there are many from all over the world at home. When I heard that Grandpa Wen Xi’s hometown was in a small county, I suddenly lost interest.

  Wen Xi didn’t care either. In fact, she was a little absent-minded and spoke only a few words to others, but others were also used to Wen Xi’s reticence.

  If the goddess is bluffing like a sparrow, it is not a goddess.

  "Oh, stop talking nonsense, **** morning."

  A good high school must have a good morning exercise culture. When the order is in order, people's spirit will be exercised, and only then will they be energetic when they study.

  No. 2 Middle School does not control students strictly in other areas, but it is very strict in morning exercises.

  Wen Xi also went out with people for morning exercises.

  On the playground, there are more than two thousand people doing exercises with the music on the playground. There are many teachers on the side. Usually the class teacher will follow the exercises, depending on the situation in the class, but many teachers will also come to exercise.

  I also chat occasionally.

  How much summer learning and training things, and some travel with family members, but mostly charging, talking and talking, it is inevitable to talk about transfer students.

  For general schools, transferring students is a small probability thing, but in the second middle school, transferring students is a big thing that must be faced every school year, and there are many people.

  There are excellent students, but they are more troublesome.

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

  They are not resisting transfer students, but resisting students whose family background is not easy to manage and whose grades are particularly poor. If this student is not easy to manage, it will be even more troublesome.

   "Hey, Teacher Ke, your class 1 is okay, but the admissions office dare not go to your Serbians, pity us, we will put one or two every school year."

"Don't say that. Good people come in as usual. Oh, isn't the solution item in Class 3 of the second year of high school is an excellent one? I passed the second grade in the final exam last time. Maybe this time I will be promoted to class 1 in the third year of high school. Woolen cloth."

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

  Before the class, the number of students changing classes was relatively small. Most of them were the flow of transfer students. There were also students who could not bear too many talents around them who were too high-energy to study and dropped out of school.

  Anyway, there are frequent visits and departures.

The person being called was Ke Qiuran, the head teacher of the first class of high school. Many head teachers often take from high school to high school. This is to avoid the cost of familiarity caused by substitutions. Ke Qiuran’s name sounds elegant, but he is actually a big five and three rough man. , He definitely doesn't look like a class teacher, but like a rough physical education teacher.

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

  The other teachers nodded and didn't say more, because the morning exercises were over, and the students lined up back to the teaching building in order.

  The first one to go is class 1.

Class 1 has the most top students, especially Qiao Mo and Wen Xi, so when the two were almost side by side in the men’s and women’s lineup and greeted the teachers, a serious head teacher like Ke Qiuran also smiled and looked at them. nod.

  The team trot over in an orderly manner. Suddenly, the people in front couldn't help turning their heads.

  Because they hear music ringtones.

It came from a small garden at the corner of a teaching building next to it. There were also some flowering trees planted on both sides of the road. The largest tree was named crape myrtle. The crape myrtle flower tree has been around for many years. Gorgeous, just in line with the description of "green in midsummer, covering the eyes, this bonus is full of red".

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

  The voice gradually became clearer, and the footsteps became clearer and clearer. The music was obviously gone, but the students who passed by felt that all this was accompanied by background music.

  When she walked out from under the flower tree, it seemed that Wan Lai was silent after the flowers were in full bloom.

  It is not as beautiful as Cangyang Gyatso's poetic and picturesque soul, and it is also not as beautiful as the beauty of the world's fireworks.

  She is pale, slender, with slender eyebrows. When she is not speaking, she looks like a white paper that is about to be stained with ink to write landscapes, and she is also like a ray of white light shining through the gap in a lazy summer day.

  Clean, quiet, and independent, but her eyes seem to be able to accommodate thousands of valleys. When she glances at it easily, she isolates youth and avoids adulthood and locks you in such a shallow way.

   Then she put down the phone and smiled.

   "Wen Xiaoxi."

  "Your shoelaces are loose again."

  　 worked hard to think about such a beautiful encounter-well, let a certain fish have a beautiful appearance, is it easy for me? It's not easy! So are there any tickets?

  (End of this chapter)