Chapter 931: The Man Who Is Dying
When Meimei saw the harmonious and beautiful scene of the farm, her nervous heart was calm for a moment, and her fear of Helian Qing also dispersed a lot.
Hermits living in seclusion in the mountains and forests are not really indifferent to fame and fortune, and are likely to be casting a long line to catch big fish, such as the famous Mr. Wolong.
But like Helian Qing, who arranges his house as a farmstead, and really blends into it, the so-called mutual birth is actually reflected in many aspects of people's personality, such as paintings, or houses.
Helian Qing's farm, the biggest feeling to Meimei is that the owner of the farm really regards himself as a farmer, and he is carefully managing and arranging this farm.
This can be felt in many small details, which is why she feels calm.
She told Yan Mingshun what she felt in her heart, his expression was stunned for a moment, he reached out and touched her head, and said with a forced smile: "Your feelings are so keen." ”
Let Meimei mistakenly think that it was good, so that she would not dare to eat the dishes when she saw Helian Qing for a while.
How could a person like Helian Qing, who kills people without blinking an eye and is unscrupulous, be a hermit who is indifferent to fame and fortune and yearns for an idyllic life?
This farm was just deliberately shown to the big boss and outsiders, just to make those people have the illusion of eyebrows, and then lower their vigilance against him.
Meimei received Yan Mingshun's affirmative reply, and his heart was calmer, and his pace was more vigorous and calm.
"Ming Shao, Mr. asked you and Miss Zhao to go to the back garden, and he was waiting for you there." Someone came over and said.
Yan Mingshun nodded slightly, and went to the back garden with his eyebrows.
In fact, it should be called the back vegetable garden, because the backyard is full of vegetables, onions, ginger, garlic, leeks, all kinds of melons, etc., all planted and fruitful.
Under the trellis full of green grapes, Helian Qing turned his back to them, and someone stood next to him, and when he saw them, he bent down and reminded Helian Qing in his ear, and Helian Qing turned around slowly.
A man who is dying......
This is the only feeling that Meimei has for Helian Qing, he is so thin that he is not good, his skin is so white that it is almost transparent, he can see light blue blood vessels, and he wears a thin coat in the summer, which is lifeless.
"Father-in-law, this is an eyebrow." Yan Mingshun introduced.
Meimei hurriedly saluted respectfully, "Hello Uncle Helian! ”
Helian Qing's face sank, and his voice was very sharp, "Who asked you to call me uncle, call me sir!" ”
The eyebrows and the body trembled, and subconsciously leaned towards Yan Mingshun, Helian Qing looked at it and came to the fire, in broad daylight, in front of so many people, what kind of body did he hug and hug.
"Stand up straight!" Another roar.
Meimei was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up straight, and there were 10,000 grass and mud horses floating in his heart.
She definitely let the hippopotamus kick in her brain just now.
Where is this true hermit who is indifferent to fame and fortune, he is obviously a psychopath!
"You took gunpowder? What are you doing with your eyebrows? ”
Yan Mingshun looked distressed, stood in front of Meimei, and looked at Helian Qing dissatisfied.
Helian Qing glanced at Yan Mingshun mockingly, pointed to his eyebrows and said: "Looking for this kind of water-based poplar woman, you just wait to be cuckolded, it's still too late to break up, and I'll introduce you to a better one later." ”
As soon as the eyebrows heard it, they came to the fire, what is a water-based poplar flower?
Still cuckolding?
"You're talking nonsense, which eye did you see my watery poplar, ah? When did I cuckold Brother Shi Shun? You tell me clearly, when, where, and by whom? ”
The eyebrows dragged Yan Mingshun away, and the fire roared at Helian Qing.
Stunned by a group of chicks in the backyard who were leisurely looking for bugs......