The next morning, Jiang Yan woke up from his sleep, feeling something pressing on his body, he opened his eyes and saw that a white-haired girl was wrapping around his body, hugging him tightly.

After recovering from the panic at the beginning, he remembered that he seemed to have crossed over, and he became a gardener for some reason.

"Get up! Watermelon! Jiang Yan only then realized that his hands had been numb. I tried to pump it, but instead of pulling it out of the watermelon's arms, I hugged it tighter.

"Sun...... Well...... What a warm sun! ”

The watermelon bar is smacking, and it looks like a good dream.

Immediately, he felt a wetness in his neck.

"Taste...... So pure. Watermelon smacked again.

"Watermelon !!"

"Huh? Alas! What's wrong! What's wrong! The watermelon finally woke up and subconsciously threw herself into Jiang Yan's arms, "What's the matter, Lord Gardener!" ”

"I said call me Jiang Yan." Jiang Yan was a little helpless, since he agreed to be her gardener, the watermelon has been pestering him, for fear that he would suddenly disappear as a big living person.

"What's wrong, Jiang Yan?" Watermelon is very obedient.

"Get off me first!" Jiang Yan had already fully felt the softness of the watermelon's body, and he didn't dare to let her stay on him for a long time.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Watermelon immediately climbed down and got out of bed.

Is this the bedroom of the farmstead, or is it a bedroom specially prepared for the gardener. Naturally, this is the most luxurious place in the entire estate. Even in this down-and-out manor, Jiang Yan can still feel the designer's intentions.

He turned his paralyzed left hand and looked earnestly at the room where he was going to stay forever. The design of the room is very simple, but it unexpectedly reveals a noble atmosphere, and the overall white tone slightly exudes the light of jade. There weren't many things in the bedroom, two bedside tables, a couple of lamps, a set of tables and chairs, and a milky chandelier carved with unknown flowers.

On the side of the door, there is a set of desks and chairs, and there is also a table lamp of the same style, although there are no documents on it, but it is one of the gardener's office places. Naturally, the bedroom cannot be without a bed, and between the two bedside tables is the centerpiece of the room, a large bed.

It's really big.

It was so big that Jiang Yan doubted the designer's intentions. But the big bed feels really good to sleep on.

The room was very clean and not at all like no one was living there. It seems that watermelons will always come to clean this room.

"You used to sleep here?" The room looks good, but it is inevitable that you will be lonely when you sleep in such a big room alone.

"How so!" The watermelon's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes didn't dare to look directly at Jiang Yan, "This is the gardener's room, and it is a sacrosanct ......"

Well, sacrosanct, as a result you violated even the gardener.

"And where do you sleep?" Jiang Yan asked with concern.

Wouldn't the relationship between the gardener and the plant mother be a relationship of exploitation and exploitation?

Seriously, Jiang Yan was really a little worried.

Of course not!

Watermelon was very happy to take Jiang Yan to see her room. The room, while not as luxurious as the gardener's bedroom, is not humble either. For the growth of the plant girl, the designer also specially left a channel for material communication between the room and the outside world, but this intimate design seems to be useless in such a harsh environment.

"Stop playing, go wash up." Jiang Yan looked at the watermelon bouncing on her own bed, and her mood was also a little more relaxed.

Although Jiang Yan had confidently understood some of the basic settings of this world, the picture of washing still made it difficult for him to speak.

First of all, the watermelon, not a drop of the water that passed through her hand came back alive, and even the water for brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth, the watermelon did not spit out.

Then she ran to Jiang Yan's side and sat down on her knees.

“％#￥&#＠？” Jiang Yan looked at the watermelon, suffering from the water in his mouth, unable to speak.

I saw the watermelon kneeling on the ground, with his head tilted, his small mouth slightly open, and he looked like he was still picking.

Jiang Yan said that he was frightened, but this kind of picture that only existed in the picture in the pervert's hand appeared vividly in front of him.

“&＠#%%！”

"Don't waste water, Jiang Yan." Watermelon has no idea how shameful this action is, and asking the gardener for water to drink has always been the most normal phenomenon in the eyes of the plant mother.

After some game, Jiang Yan finally spit out the water to the watermelon, of course, the watermelon in the ground.

Jiang Yan wiped away the non-existent sweat on his forehead with his hand, glad that he had survived the morning without danger.

He looked at the watermelons in the field. Seriously, it's unbelievable to grow watermelons in this environment, and I can only say that this world is really magical.

Watermelons are not planted directly in the sand, and when they grow watermelons, they spread a layer of soil for her compatriots that she has chewed.

Looking at the green leaves on the vine, it seems that the watermelon is usually watered.

But the light ......

Jiang Yan looked at Watermelon's thin body. It seems that she is not the breed so.

But even so, Jiang Yan still hated the watermelons here. These seeds have never been bred by selection, no, they should not have even been artificially cultivated. It's just wild watermelon, huh...... It seems that watermelons are indeed wild as well.

Anyway! For a professional melon eater, the varieties in front of you are absolutely intolerable! How can there be a reason to eat a mouthful of melon and spit out three mouthfuls of seeds!

It seems that I need to cultivate it myself. Jiang Yan looked at the melon vine that was growing well in front of him, thoughtfully.

"That...... Want another one? Watermelon saw that Jiang Yan had been staring at the watermelon in the field, and thought he wanted to eat watermelon.

"No, no." Jiang Yan waved his hand.

In this amazing continent, the growth period of plants is not judged by the season, but entirely depends on the input of the gardener. As long as you are willing to use resources, you can grow watermelons in winter.

However, the cultivation of watermelons is really a bit troublesome......

Jiang Yan touched his chin.

If you want to make seedless watermelon, you have to make tetraploid watermelon or something......

Wait a minute!

Jiang Yan looked at the watermelon that was drying the watermelon seeds he ate yesterday.

As I recall, watermelons were monoecious......

"What's wrong, Jiang Yan?" Watermelon found that Jiang Yan's expression was a little wrong.

"That...... Your stamens are ......"

The watermelon suddenly covered her skirt, and her face flushed.

"Why do you ask this suddenly......" her voice trembled a little.

It's over, it's over, I'm afraid it's not a cute girl with a big ding......

Well, it doesn't seem like it's impossible......

Are you a pervert! Jiang Yan!

Right! It must not be my fault!

It's the world's fault!

The gardeners here must be perverts!

I'm a gardener! Then I'm a pervert! There's nothing wrong with that!

"That, what's wrong, Jiang Yan?" Watermelon looked at Jiang Yan's performance and became more and more worried.

"Ah...... That one...... Hmm......" Jiang Yan finally crawled out of the ideological struggle, confessed his thoughts to the watermelon, and said that he had absolutely no other ideas.

"Poof, that's an interesting idea." Watermelon laughed a little breathlessly, "We plant girls are all cute girls, how can we grow strange things!" ”

"That's good, that's good." Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no need to fight ideologically in the future.

"Your world is weird." Watermelon said that Jiang Yan had already told her where he came from last night.

"yes, that's weird." Jiang Yan scratched his hair, ashamed of what he had just thought.