This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Zong Yuan returned home at about 6:30 in the afternoon. Zong Xiaomo was sweeping the garbage outside the house. Her long hair fell from behind her ears, with a sigh of bookish air, "Brother, you are back."

Zong Yuan gave a hum, put down the pole on his body and looked around, "Where's my mother"

Zong Xiaomo replied, "I heard that a big boss came today and brought a lot of things to the neighbors in the village. My mother went to the fun to see if we could take advantage of it."

Zong Yuan washed his face with a basin of water. He took off his drenched vest and threw it in the washing tub at will. There were a lot of wheat awns stuck to the tight wheaten muscles. Zong Xiaomo picked it up for him, "Brother, you have good muscles." It's hard."

Zong Yuan, "More exercise can do this."

Zong Xiaomo curled his lips, "My mother is really not what I said. People will follow her to see her and she will also follow her. If there is time, the meal will be ready."

Zong Yuan dipped a towel in the water and wiped his body hastily, "I'm going to burn the fire, you can go back to the house and rest."

"I'm not tired," Zong Xiaomo said, "Brother, mom said you won't return to the army, really."

Zong Yuan paused before continuing to speak, "Really."

He was originally a member of the army, working hard, hardworking, loving and loyal to the army, because in a mission, his comrades sacrificed to protect him, leaving a psychological shadow, and chose to withdraw after careful consideration.

Zong Xiaomo nodded, "It's a pity."

Within ten minutes, Chen Hongmei stepped into the house with joy, holding a glass bottle in her hand, "Daughter, look at what Mom got back for you."

Zong Xiaomo took a look, "Mom, this is men's perfume, I can't use it, let me use it for brother."

Chen Hongmei was surprised, "Perfume can be divided into male and female"

She sniffed her hand, full of the perfume left over, she couldn’t tell the difference, the man still used perfume

"Son, let that mother go to your room. By the way, after a while, I have to send some of our own peaches and pears, cucumbers and potatoes to the NPC boss. If people don’t want money, we can’t take advantage of this, even there is no meat Fishy, ​​a little shabby."

Zong Yuan, "Okay."

Chen Hongmei let the two of them stay in the house, cooking in a pot with neat movements, and Zong Xiaomo on the cutting board had already cut the tofu with shallots and chilies to be used.

Zong Yuan stood at the window looking at her, lit a cigarette, which smelled strong, and Zong Xiaomo was caught off guard by choking a few mouthfuls. When he looked up, he saw his brother smile.

"Brother, what are you laughing at"

Zong Yuan remembered Fu Xin. He still remembered the scene when he was choked. However, afterwards, the guy fell in love with the smell of cigarettes in his mouth. As long as he smoked, he would definitely kiss him.

Zong Yuan smiled, "It's okay."

He found two baskets, washed the fruits and vegetables he grew, sorted them, and handed them to Zong Xiaomo. "While Mom is cooking, let's give them to others, just in time to come back for dinner."

He knew the brand of perfume, and it certainly couldn't offset it, but the common problem of the rich, who could give this thing to the villagers so smartly, would not care about it.

Zong Xiaomo, "OK."

There is no need to ask for directions. There are no people who don't know each other in Li Village. New foreigners move in and everyone will know it in half a day.

Along the way, many young girls with two braids rushed past them, but they were embarrassed to leave behind "Brother Zongyuan".

Zong Xiaomo chuckled, "Brother, Er Ya passed by us three times just now, you didn't see it."

Zong Yuan was silent for a moment, "Which is Erya?"

Zong Xiaomo, ""

Yes, forgive his brother, there were several girls around me, the same hairstyles and clothes, it's normal not to notice.

After Jiang Shengyan dealt with the curious colony of people who looked like monkeys, the smiley expression on his face suddenly disappeared. He was so tired. He stretched out on the chair and felt his stomach gurgling as soon as he rested.

Aunt Lin, who cleaned up the house, came here only once every two or three days. He hadn't installed the air conditioner in the refrigerator, and he had no place to eat.

Jiang Shengyan regretted coming to the countryside, "I won't starve to death, right."

He rummaged through the suitcase, and found nothing to eat, and finally annoyed himself and kicked the suitcase abruptly, sulking.

The two Zong Yuan came at this time.

Zongyuan knocked on the door knocker, "Is anyone?"

Jiang Shengyan heard it, but he didn't want to talk about it, and still vaguely felt whether the voice had been heard

Zong Yuan deducted three more times without any rush, "Is anyone there?"

The more I heard it, the more familiar Jiang Shengyan came over, opened the door in two steps, stood on the steps and looked at Zong Yuan condescendingly, "Yeah, it's you, why are you standing at my door and blocking my sun." "

Zong Xiaomo looked at the sky where the sun was gone and the moon followed immediately, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Zong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, "Give you something, thank you for giving us mom the thing."

Although he didn't even know what Zongyuan's mother looked like, let alone what he gave to his mother, Jiang Shengyan deliberately looked at the two baskets with disgust, and dialed his hand, "What are these things? "

Zong Xiaomo gritted his teeth, what kind of rich boss, that's the quality.

Zong Yuan grabbed Jiang Shengyan’s wrist, "Don’t touch it if you don’t like it, have you washed your hands?

His strength was so great that Jiang Shengyan took two hard hits but didn't get it out.

"You let me go"

Zong Yuan let go of his wrists, a red mark was already left on his fair skin, Jiang Shengyan was so angry, "You are so special"

Before the words were finished, a gurgling voice sounded.

The two people present looked at Jiang Shengyan's stomach.

Zong Xiaomo smiled hard, Jiang Shengyan's face was blue, Zong Yuan glanced at him up and down, half-curved lips, obviously entertained by President Jiang, "hungry"

Jiang Shengyan, "Who makes this broken place not even have a restaurant"

Zong Yuan took his sister back with the basket in his arms, his voice prolonged, "Since these things are not rare, let's go."

The only thing he could eat was held firmly in his arms.

Jiang Sheng Yanqi's teeth were itchy, and he couldn't pull the bottom. He just watched Zong Yuan walk more than a dozen steps slowly, and he felt more hungry with every step the hillbilly took.

Zong Yuan walked for ten steps, still stopped and turned back, "I don't know if this big boss is interested in going home with us for dinner."

Jiang Shengyan's face cleared after the rain, with a smug smile, and quickly followed, "Reluctantly accepted your invitation. Also, I'm not the big boss, I'm Jiang Shengyan."

"Oh." Zong Yuan didn't say anything special, and didn't plan to introduce himself to President Jiang.

Seeing this boss Jiang's complexion started to look bad again, Zong Xiaomo made a round of words, "My name is Zong Xiaomo, this is my brother, and his name is Zong Yuan."

President Jiang ignored Zong Xiaomo and stared at Zong Yuan, "How are you polite?"

It's all what Zong Yuan said this morning.

Zong Yuan didn't know why he thought it was a little funny. Jiang Shengyan didn't look like the president of a big entrepreneur, but rather a mentally retarded person.

With a bright smile in his voice, "Jiang Shengyan, hello, my name is Zong Yuan."

Zong Yuan’s voice is a standard subwoofer, so it’s okay to simply speak normally, but a little bit of emotion will make the listener get goose bumps.

Jiang Shengyan shook off his goose bumps, frowning in dissatisfaction, "Can you speak well?"

Zong Yuan was afraid it was not sick.

Zong Xiaomo, why didn't my brother speak well?

When Chen Hongmei took out the golden-brown, crispy and fragrant buns, she saw the big boss behind her son and daughter.

She quickly put down the plate and greeted him anxiously, "Yo, what's wrong?"

Zong Xiaomo explained, "Mom, Mr. Jiang just moved here and couldn't cook and eat. Brother invited him to our house for dinner."

Being called a husband outside is the most normal thing, but Jiang Shengyan feels weird in this mountain village.

He said, "Just call my name."

Both Chen Hongmei and Zong Xiaomo looked uncomfortable. Jiang Shengyan regretted coming over to eat. Zong Yuan motioned to him to sit down, "Mom, don't froze. Some guests will come and cook some more dishes, sister. , Take out the wine in my room."

"okay."

"Row."

Chen Hongmei moved quickly and soon served a few pots of home-cooked dishes. She was a little embarrassed, "You can eat the big boss, and the small dishes are not meaty. If you knew you had come, you should kill a chicken. I'm really sorry."

These are homemade dishes, without chemical processing, plus Chen Hongmei's excellent craftsmanship and aroma, you will know that it must be delicious without eating.

Jiang Shengyan swallowed, "It's okay, very good."

He raised his head and looked around, tugging at the corner of Zong Yuan's clothes, with a slight command in his tone, "You sit next to me."

Except Zong Yuan is male, the rest are female. This table is not very big. Although he also hates this man named Zong Yuan, at least it is not embarrassing to sit with the same gender.

The familiar way of pulling clothes corners was exactly the same, and Zong Yuan was stunned, and when he reacted, he was already sitting next to Jiang Shengyan.

Jiang Shengyan glanced at Zong Yuan unexpectedly, "Hey, you are pretty good at talking"

"Fuck off," Zong Yuan subconsciously waved away Jiang Shengyan's hand holding the corner of his clothes, and then reacted. He wiped his face and apologized to President Jiang, who was sinking, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. "

Jiang Sheng Yanqi's breathing was heavy, "You are in a **** bad mood."

Zong Yuan knocked on the side of the bowl, followed by irritability, "I said I'm sorry, what do you want?"

Fucking

Jiang Shengyan almost exploded, using a classic saying, "If I'm sorry, why should the police do?"

Sorry, Zong Yuan couldn't hold back, he made a laugh.

He laughed, his sharp eyebrows revealed traces of pleasure, which inexplicably calmed Jiang Shengyan's mood, he sternly said, "What are you laughing?"

Zong Yuan poured him a glass of beer, "Boss Jiang, you are quite cute."

Nima, cute ass

I'll give you the middle finger.