Chapter 185: A Woman Who Can Make Bo Ye Uncontrollable Smile
The warriors all know that Bo Gucheng is a more serious person.
No smiles, no fake colors.
Even the cold facial features carry a touch of the commander's unique slaughter all year round.
What he said to Xi Ruzhu just now was not a threat, he would really kill, and he wouldn't blink when he raised the knife in his hand.
However, at this moment, Wei Yang caught a rare smile from Bo Gucheng's face, which was still faint at the beginning, and then the smile was flying, and he couldn't hold it back!
, what is Master Bo talking to Miss Xi about?
Wei Yang craned his neck to see.
was caught off guard, and was knocked out by Bo Gucheng: "Go and book a restaurant, ask for the best location in the city, with a full sea view." ”
Wei Yang: "Yes! "Master Bo is going on a date with Miss Xi, right? Bo Ye actually knows how to make such a romantic date place with a full sea view?
He looked at his master in disbelief, and always felt that Bo Gucheng seemed to be a different person, you must know that Bo Ye is a rough man who can lurk in the Amazon jungle and only eat compressed biscuits with rain for a month, and he doesn't pay attention to eating, drinking, and having fun!
"Still not going?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Wei Yang ran to book a restaurant, and couldn't help but sigh in the group of the twelve ancestors who opened the world:
"Sure enough, after a man falls in love, he will change his straight man's nature, will he be romantic, and will he make girls happy?"
All:
"Nonsense! Peacock opening the screen is such a thing, it is self-taught! ”
"Physiologically!"
"Normal operation!"
Now.
Thin. Male peacock. Cheng, staring at the phone screen, once again couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.
Why is there always an unexpected surprise in the little woman's message?
Her chat history has a feeling that she never gets tired of watching.
"Have you arrived?"
"Uh-huh."
"What to practice in the country?"
"I'll see, pluck the turnip...... Also, harvest peas. ”
"Did it go well?"
“…… It didn't go well, they said I was pushing too hard, and it seemed like I was pulling a little too much......"
"Ahem, Miss Zu'er is working so hard, I will come back in the evening and invite you to eat to replenish your strength."
"Well, what about eating......
"What does Miss Zu'er like? Chinese or Western? Want to try Qingcheng's unique seafood feast? ”
"Both...... Dislike. ”
After Xi Zuer said it bluntly.
Suddenly, he sent another sentence: "However, if Xiaocheng'er likes it, I like it too." ”
Bo Gucheng chewed on the last sentence repeatedly, feeling that he could laugh for a whole year.
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At this moment.
Farmer in the countryside in the vegetable field.
Students in the third year of high school are assigned to different farms' fields to help pick seasonal fruits and vegetables.
In order to urge them to complete the social practice scores necessary before the college entrance examination, the school simply set up a picking competition.
"Which class picks the fastest and the most, the total score of the social practice of the whole class is directly full score. The rest of the classes are decreasing in order, and I can give you a passing grade for the last class. ”
The head of grade shouted with a loudspeaker.
Donghai Ban looked at the radish field and pea field assigned to them, and his face was full of sadness: "This is too difficult, it takes effort to pull radishes, and it takes time to pick peas, why is Nanshan Ban's life so good, you can directly cut cabbage?" ”
Just when everyone is upset.
Xi Zuer propped his chin and swept it lightly: "Is it difficult to pluck turnips?" ”
Wu Qianman blinked his big eyes: "Yes, yes, it's super difficult, you may not be able to pull it out if you get a hand of mud......"
The voice did not fall.
The row of radish pits in Xi Zuer's hand had already piled up a handful of white and clean radishes, and there was no mud at all.
Xi Zuer looked pleased: "Look, the radish babies are very well-behaved." ”
Everyone: "......! ”
Did these turnips jump out of the pit on their own?