Yang Xiayao was going crazy in the school guard duty room, and the excited high-decibel screams attracted students on the playground who were doing recess activities.

The message Yao Yao sent to her just now was very simple: help me sign for the things together.

She was still inexplicable when she saw the information, until the courier called her to the school gate, and then moved things down one stack after another.

Randomly opening a package with the recipient's name written on it, she went crazy when she saw the logo of the wisteria flower blooming on the box, and she couldn't wait to tear off the encapsulated film, and when she saw the skirt lying quietly inside, she could no longer control the screams.

And then there's the constant screaming.

The words "Teacher Yang is crazy" instantly spread all over the campus, and the teachers came one after another, and finally Principal Liang came, standing outside the guard room one by one, looking at Yang Xiayao who was waving skirts and dancing one dress after another.

When Long Peng and Yao Yao arrived, Yang Xiayao was still frantically unpacking the package, and kept shouting: "Beautiful skirt, beautiful clothes, mine mine, this is mine, this is also my ......"

The teachers and students had already gone back to class and office, leaving only the old man of the doorman hiding on the steps to smoke.

Yao Yao covered her forehead, wanting to pretend that she didn't know her.

Long Peng leaned against the door frame, clasping his hands and watching Yang Xiayao open his teeth and claws, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, Xia Yao. Yao Yao knew that she couldn't be embarrassed anymore, so she walked in and grabbed her hands: "Take it home after work and then dismantle it, you still have classes." ”

"Sister, I'm so happy. ”

Yang Xiayao hugged her, her face full of emotion and happiness: "You know, tomorrow is my birthday." This birthday package is fantastic. ”

Long Peng couldn't help but be stunned, there was such a coincidence.

But it's also a good thing to make this girl who is full of love for students and Yang Tiancun happy.

Yao Yao forcibly twisted her body: "The person you want to thank is there." ”

"Mr. Dragon......"

Yang Xiayao was embarrassed when she saw Long Peng, blushed, pinched the skirt in her hand and said, "Thank you for the gift." ”

Long Peng nodded and said with a smile: "The world of Yangtian Village depends on you to fight." ”

"Definitely. Yang Xiayao clenched her fists and bent her arms, her flushed pretty face was full of determination.

"I'll go back first. Long Peng waved his hand and turned around: "You guys are busy, I'll solve the lunch myself." ”

"Wait. Yao Yao stopped him: "When do you want to be listed?"

The sign of the company "Wisteria Blossom" is listed.

The sign has been made a long time ago, but every time Yao Yao asks Long Peng's opinion, he says that he can just hang it at the door of the village committee first, anyway, there are only a few people.

For such a sloppiness, whether it is Yao Yao, Yang Hongliang or the rest of the two village committees, they do not agree.

This is the first village enterprise in Yangtian Village, and it is also a milestone for Yangtian Village to take off.

I have to invite ten or eight heavyweight leaders to attend a grand ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Yang Hongliang chose a good day for the feng shui master in the village, but Long Peng just didn't care.

And Long Peng didn't nod, Yao Yao and none of them dared to do it at will.

Long Peng tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Let's talk about it after the mansion is renovated in a few days." ”

Looking at his back as he walked out of the school gate, Yao Yao turned her head and said to her best friend, "Who will come after the mansion is renovated?"

Yang Xiayao, who was drawing a skirt to her waist, asked rhetorically, "Why didn't he give us the wedding dress?"

Yao Yao patted her forehead, shook her head and hugged a stack of boxes back to the village committee: "Hurry up and clean up, are you really not going to class?"

"Class?!"

Yang Xiayao screamed in surprise, and hurriedly stuffed the dismantled dress back into the bag......

Long Peng returned to the mansion, but Yao Yao's information also arrived: the interior construction team of the Fifth Dimension Design Company arrived, and she was busy, grabbing a villager to show them the way.

The construction team arrived soon, and Long Peng told them that whether it was wiring or installing sewage pipes, they could not cause irreparable damage to the house, and they didn't bother to pay attention to these requirements.

The plan has long been determined, and the construction is according to the drawings.

The six members of the construction team began to measure the house and make various plans, and Long Peng did not join in the fun, compared to the house decoration, he was more concerned about the seven-day flowers in the backyard.

Under the careful care of Long Peng, all the seven-day flowers are full of energy, the branches and leaves are stretched, and the previous buds have begun to bloom, and it seems that all of them have survived.

This made him feel a little open, and at the same time a little sighing, remembering the series of events that had happened in South America in the past few months, and his mood became depressed again.

"You...... It's already dead......"

Long Peng opened his laptop and looked at the half-length photo of the girl on the screen as a wallpaper.

The girl was obviously a native of the Amazon, with black and smooth hair, bronzed skin, soft facial features, and a pair of long, clear eyes looking at him, and a smile brighter than the sun.

Looking at the pisces intertwined linear tattoo on her forehead, as well as the two long black oil lines on her cheeks, Long Surging couldn't help but move.

How friendly she was to herself at the beginning, she wanted to take the indigenous tribe out of the primeval forest and live in the sunshine of civilization.

He promised her that he would bring education, technology, and skills to her tribe in the modern world.

But her uncle, the tribal leader, was too ruthless.

Not only did the asking price become more and more ruthless, but he also detained three of his employees who went deep into the Amazon forest to pick blood pupil grass, and offered a sky-high ransom.

He couldn't help but be angry.

When she returned, local forces had already entered the tribe's territory at his behest.

By the time he arrived, she had fallen in a pool of blood to protect her people.

He saved three employees and lost a friend.

That tribe also cut off access to civilized society.

"Una ......"

Long Peng stroked the girl's face on the screen, and her mind resounded with the ambitious words she made that day pointing to the Amazon forest: I will lead my people out and tell the world how big this treasure is, but if it is not well protected, the treasure will collapse, and the world will collapse with it......

Leaning back in his chair, Long Peng closed his eyes, trying to remember those bright eyes full of anticipation for beauty.

............

"Mr. Long?"

Long Peng opened his eyelids, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the sun that was about to set, and then Yao Yao and Yang Xiayao who were wearing wisteria-themed dresses of the same style and different colors that arrived in the morning.

Yao Yao is beige, Yang Xiayao is pale green, and a little looming wisteria flowers are scattered on the dress, as if they will fall down at any time with the shaking.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Yang Xiayao turned around, and the skirt that was less than her knees floated up, revealing a pair of white thighs wearing mid-heel white sandals.

"Beautiful. Long Peng looked like a pig brother staring at those beautiful legs: "If you turn faster, it will be more beautiful." ”

"Phew, pervert. ”

Yang Xiayao took a sip with a red face, pulled Yao Yao and walked towards the mansion: "Sister, leave him alone, let's cook." ”

Yao Yao turned her head and smiled apologetically at him, and her best friend pulled her away.

Looking at the red sunset, Long Peng sighed slightly and closed the notebook on his lap that had already turned off the screen.

I would have agreed to help Yang Tiancun, maybe it was because of Yao Yao and Yang Xiayao's eyes full of anticipation for a better future that night.