Bo Xia is a frequent visitor to Sister Hua's fruit and vegetable backyard greenhouse, more than ten or twenty greenhouses, she doesn't need to go in to see which one planted oil wheat spinach and which one planted radish potatoes.

Lou Yifei and Fu Cheng pouted their butts and picked vegetables, the camera brother shuttled through the green vegetable phalanx to find the best angle, and Bo Xia was in charge of commanding.

"Big brother, be careful behind you, you're about to step on the seedlings. ”

"Sumiko, the reddest tomato has seen you, and you haven't found it yet. ”

"Lou Yifei, can't you pick a bigger radish than one? What about a dozen of our mouths, so who can eat a small one?"

The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, interrupting Bo Xia's lazy voice. She took it out and looked at it, and her originally lazy eyes immediately condensed.

"Arrived smoothly and everything was fine. Brother apologizes to you for the B&B, you take good care of yourself, don't read it. ”

After losing contact for a day and two nights, Bo Qiu's dead ghost was finally willing to send a message.

Since only one camera followed, and no one took pictures of Bo Xia, she was also happy, shaking her already wet T-shirt, Bo Xia opened the door and walked out.

She casually found a clean place to sit down, picked up her mobile phone and called Bo Qiu, brewing wording to scold.

Probably because he knew his sister's personality too well and knew that Bo Xia would not forgive him because of a text message version of the apology, Bo Qiu didn't answer the phone at all.

Bo Xia didn't believe in evil, and called the phone over and over again, and finally turned off Bo Qiu's phone.

couldn't get out of his anger, and Bo Xia angrily wanted to drop his phone.

But some people don't know how to look at their faces, and at this time they come up.

Sister Hua's son Wu Wenfeng is notoriously idle and does not do his job, at this time he was eating Haisai flowers and drinking outside, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw the most beautiful B&B in their town, Xi Shi, and his mood was rippling again.

With the smell of wine, Wu Wenfeng rolled in front of Bo Xia like a small potato that had been pickled in wine: "Bo Xia, I haven't seen you for a long time!

Usually, Bo Xia occasionally talks to him, all of which is funny. At this time, she was angry, and she didn't even raise her eyelids: "Get out!"

"Yo, who made our village flower unhappy?" After getting used to eating deflated food here in Bo Xia, Wu Wenfeng continued shamelessly: "Don't be angry, let's go, let's get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows." ”

Usually Wu Wenfeng dared to talk about it, and never dared to really get started. Today's wine is so bold that not only did he not see Bo Xia's face sinking into the water, but as he spoke, he was about to grab Bo Xia's arm and try to pull her up.

But when the hand stretched out, it was not the girl's white and tender skin.

Wu Wenfeng fixed his eyes and saw a large white radish with leaves and whiskers lying between him and Bo Xia, blocking the way for him to rub the oil, and rubbing the black wet mud on his hand.

Wu Wenfeng looked at the person holding the radish to save the beauty and found that he didn't know him.

"Bo Xia, who is this? Your boyfriend?"

Bo Xia ignored him.

"Who are you?" Because of the height gap, Wu Wenfeng could only raise his face and roar at Lou Yifei.

Not to mention boyfriends, they may not even be friends. "Seniors and juniors" is another new piece of Lou Yifei's heart, and he doesn't want to mention it at all.

Three seconds later, Lou Yifei finally found the most impeccable character relationship.

“...... Colleague. After finishing speaking, he praised his wit in his heart.

"Colleague?" Wu Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, and then began to bark, "What's the same thing? Where did the colleague come from when she opened the B&B?"

"Indeed, not colleagues. Bo Xia put away his phone and said quietly, "This is my new employee." ”

Lou Yifei also didn't understand, why did Bo Xia always emphasize the relationship between "boss and employee" and "seniors and juniors", just to pretend to be a boss in front of them?

Wu Wenfeng stared at Lou Yifei and said arrogantly: "You are a little second in a shop, where is it cool, stay where it is cool, and don't take a mouse here!"

Lou Yifei has never encountered this breed of hooligans since he became an adult, because most hooligans will have a sense of disguise, that is, to make themselves look like a normal person, this may have really drunk too much, and he is too lazy to pretend at this time.

Although he was a little cowardly in front of Bo Xia, he was not afraid of this kind of goods at all: "You rat still want me to join our Fenglin night?"

"What the does it have to do with you?"

"Employees have the obligation to protect the boss, otherwise who will pay the salary?" Lou Yifei completely accepted this setting, "She told you to get out!

Wu Wenfeng was really drunk, and he clenched his dirty fist and swung it at Lou Yifei.

may be the reason for practicing dance often, Lou Yifei's body coordination and reaction speed are very good. I saw that he turned sideways slightly, and the white radish in his hand took advantage of the situation, and he deflected Wu Wenfeng's fist in the direction.

This series of actions is smooth, coupled with the particularly eye-catching face of Yifei upstairs, which is very valuable for viewing.

Bo Xia even forgot for a moment that he was angry, stretched out a hand, and gave him a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

Wu Wenfeng missed with a punch and staggered forward a few steps by inertia.

It's still secondary if he didn't fight, and this little white face made him lose face in front of Bo Xia. When Wu Wenfeng thought of this, he suddenly became angry, and a pair of prominent goldfish eyes glared at Lou Yifei fiercely, and punched him again.

Lou Yifei stood there in a chic manner, his face was as calm as water, but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

He imagined that he was a righteous and righteous knight, punishing the evil and saving the beauty of the hero. What he was holding in his hand was not a large white radish, but a stalk of purple electric green frost that had been handed down from ancient times.

The sultry summer breeze blew, and the hooligan's loose pants and the radish tassels in the hero's hand fluttered in the wind.

A big war, on the verge of breaking out.