The fishing system of the year is dog attack × rough man suffers
Zhou Qianyao was dumped for the second time. His girlfriend thought he had no money and called him poor.
"Poor"? Zhou Qianyao spat, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to prune the loquats. My girlfriend's words of disdain are still in my ears, but I still have to live a good life. The loquats in the field are ripe and they have to be sold at a good price. The news that a "National People's University Research Institute" was suddenly to be built in the mountains and valleys was like a pebble dropped into stagnant water.
The people from the research institute came, and the leader named Li Xiang was too young and his white shirt was spotless. Li Xiang was curious about everything in the Loquat Garden, and was especially "curious" about Zhou Qianyao, the taciturn and tendon-clad owner. He praised the loquats for their sweetness, but his eyes were glued to Zhou Qianyao's muddy neck and the strong forearms exposed by rolling up his sleeves.
At first, Zhou Qianyao thought the little researcher was overly enthusiastic and even a little annoying. But when Li Xiang helped him carry the basket in the bright sun, sweat soaked through his shirt, revealing his smooth waistline; when Li Xiang whispered in his ear to ask about the growth cycle of loquats, his warm breath brushed against his ears... The restlessness in Zhou Qianyao's heart that had been smoothed away by life was actually ignited by this seemingly harmless "bastard". Okay, cultural people from the city want to "fish"? This "rough ground" of his, Zhou Qianyao, is not that easy to chew on. Let's see who it is and fall into the gentle trap under the loquat branches first.
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