Boss, She Has Switched to Farming.

Su Ye, who left home when he was young and spent more than ten years outside, returned to the village. The clouds are graceful and graceful. This is what everyone thinks. As a result, the peaceful Xiaocang Village exploded like boiling water in a hot oil pan. The girls in Huaichun came out one after another. Those who fell down, lost their handkerchiefs, or lost their hairpin rings in front of Su Ye... Don't ask, it's fate. Until Su Ye stumbled and fell under the ginkgo tree at the entrance of the village, covered in blood. The girls covered their faces with handkerchiefs and watched from afar. No one came forward. "Is he dead? He's blocking the way." Li Yin, who came back from closing the stall with her grandma, held her brother's chubby hand and stood beside him. Her tone was that it had nothing to do with him, and she was indifferent. Suye is not dead, Suye's fate is very tough. And Suye felt that he might be a pervert. Although the voice was so cold and ruthless, he felt that it was as pleasant to the ear and heart as the sound of nature. When he turned his head weakly and glanced at Li Yin, he was sure that he was indeed a pervert. Because he fell in love with her at first glance. Li Yin, who grew up rolling around in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, had no heart. But later, she had a grandma and a younger brother. She met Suye. They gave her a heart, a heart that could love.