Chapter 931： dying person

When Meimei saw the peaceful and beautiful scene of the idyllic farmhouse in the farm, her nervous heart instantly calmed down, and her fear of Helianqing also dissipated a lot.

The hermits who live in seclusion in the mountains are not really indifferent to fame and fortune. They are probably fishing for big fish on a long line, such as the famous Mr. Wolong.

But like He Lianqing, he arranged his house into a farm, and he really integrated into it. The so-called "image is born from the heart", in fact, a person's character can be reflected in many aspects, such as paintings or residences.

Helianqing's farm, the biggest feeling to Meimei is that the owner of the farm really regards himself as a farmer, and he is managing and arranging the farm with all his heart.

This can be felt from many small details, which is why she feels calm.

She told Yan Mingshun what she felt in her heart, and his expression suddenly froze. He reached out and touched her head. He suppressed a smile and said, "Your feeling is really sharp."

It's good to let Meimei think this way, to save her from seeing He Lianqing so frightened that she doesn't even dare to eat the vegetables.

How could someone like Helianqing who kills without blinking an eye and unscrupulously be a hermit who is indifferent to fame and fortune and yearns for a rural life?

This farm is just something he deliberately showed the big boss and outsiders to see, to make those people have the illusion of eyebrows and reduce their vigilance against him.

Meimei got Yan Mingshun's affirmative reply, and her heart became calmer, her steps were more vigorous, and she was very calm.

"Ming Shao, Mr. asked you and Miss Zhao to go to the back garden, where he is waiting for you." Someone came over and said.

Yan Mingshun nodded slightly and went to the back garden holding his eyebrows.

In fact, it should be more appropriate to call the backyard garden, because the backyard is full of vegetables, such as onion, ginger, garlic, leek, melons, etc., all of which are full and fruitful.

Under the rack full of green grapes, Helianqing turned his back to them, and there were people standing beside them. When he saw them, he bent over and reminded him in Helianqing's ear, and Helianqing slowly turned around.

a dying man...

This was the only feeling Meimei had about Helianqing. She was too thin to look like, her skin was almost transparent, and she could see light blue blood vessels. She was wearing a thin coat in summer, and she was dead.

"Father, this is Meimei." Yan Mingshun introduced.

Meimei hurriedly saluted respectfully, "Hello, Uncle Helian!"

Helianqing's face sank, and his voice was very sharp, "Who asked you to call me uncle, sir!"

Meimei trembled, and subconsciously leaned towards Yan Mingshun, He Lianqing looked at the fire, and in broad daylight, in front of so many people, it was quite fitting to hug him.

"Stand up straight for me!" Another roar.

Meimei was so frightened that she hurriedly stood at attention, with 10,000 grass and mud horses floating in her heart.

Just now, her brain was definitely kicked by the hippo This is a real hermit who is indifferent to fame and fortune, obviously she is a neurotic!

"Have you eaten gunpowder? What are you doing to Meimei so fierce?"

Yan Mingshun looked distressed, stood in front of Meimei, and looked at Helianqing dissatisfied.

He Lianqing glanced at Yan Mingshun mockingly, pointed at his brows and said, "Looking for such a feisty woman, you can wait to wear a cuckold, it's too late to break up, I'll introduce you to a better one in the future."

When the eyebrows heard the fire, what is the watery poplar flower?

Still wearing a cuckold?

"You're talking nonsense. Which eye did you see me being flirtatious, ah? When did I cuckold Brother Ming Shun? Tell me clearly, when, where, and who?"

Meimei dragged Yan Mingshun away, and the fire roared at Helianqing.

I was stunned by a group of chicks who were leisurely looking for bugs in the backyard...