C388 Construction of Lawn

Every day, there would be a professional greening commissioner who would build the lawn and give it beauty. You could feel that these people who worked on the lawn didn't think of themselves as a worker, but as a "Soul Beautician" that was shoulder to shoulder.

Every day he would carry their small toolbox and twist his waist, which would definitely cause the various grass cutting tools at his waist to clank loudly against each other. He was a soul engineer, an engineer who worked hard to get up earlier than a chicken.

As far as the eye could see, this kind of people who emitted a strong sense of vitality, other than these lawn workers, was none other than the succubus wearing sunglasses next to Ann Qianxi.

Sometimes Ann Qianxi would ask Ye Yuni why she couldn't have a constant vigor like her. You have no love in your heart.

Ann Qianxi shrugged her shoulders. That's right. Although she suspected that there was no love in her heart before, it was strange for her to be exposed now.

That night, Ann Qianxi lacked the "know" software that all the young people used, and all the consoling staff on it responded with a disease called "love is incompetent".

Ann Qianxi's every sentence was similar to the messages she was sending out. Sometimes, Ann Qianxi felt that this illness was caused only by people living in the same place, who wrote web novels in front of their computers every day.

How could she?

This morning, Ann Qianxi mentioned a contemporary youth's incompetent mind disease. Ye Yuni scoffed, "Just listen to those experts on the internet bluffing. Do you really believe that kind of thing? Let me tell you, what love is incompetent, what lack of love, what loneliness, these are the self-indulgence of those ugly and untalented literary youths. "

They don't go out all day, just peep at other people's love with their computers and say they are lonely. In fact, it's all bullshit, but they won't admit it, the authors of these shitty online novels are old, ugly, and especially poor. Really, look at them writing about the lives of people like us.

"Yuni, what you're saying is … "His tongue will be cut off …" Zhu Zhu was at the side putting on sunscreen hysterically. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she spoke up and even made a gesture of wiping her neck.

"Ha ha-ha ha, I still believe that the bossy CEO will show up at my window tomorrow with a white horse." Ye Yuni looked at her own white, tender paws, the crystal fingernails gleaming like the little channel hairpins on her head.

"Then you should go home in the middle of the night. There must be a Northeast brute who will drag you away and beat you up." Ann Qianxi was worried.

"Yeah, there's a strong man from Northeast China and a slim little beauty."

Ann Qianxi pricked up her ears and asked, "Who is it?"

"You." Ye Yuni pouted. "And Baby Qianxi to keep me company."

"Stop being so smelly."

"However, there aren't any strong men from Northeast China here. There are piles after stacks of handsome young men. Look, there's one floating over here." Following Ye Yuni's line of sight, Ann Qianxi saw a handsome young man in a white shirt and tight vest leisurely walking towards them, holding a piece of paper shell in his hand.

There were only two kinds of people in the city carrying this paper-like thing. One was a model waiter who seemed to have come out of a big fashion ad, and the other was a woman with round, plump eggs who held the life of a furry little chicken in her hands.

Ann Qianxi squinted as she saw two handsome men walking over from another light source.

If you know about Ann Qianxi's life, you might assume that the two handsome men are Chiang Lee and Deng Yujin. If you know anything about Ann Qianxi's recent life, you should know that Chiang Lee has evaporated from her life.

Like the water stains left by a sprinkler on a hot summer day, a movie's background music ends and it disappears, leaving no trace behind.

Chi Shaojun and Ou Ney? Hey, you have a lot of imagination. You can log into your new account and continue writing this online novel with a wave of your hand to five million words.

Or your imagination and your ability to create stories that can be studied directly by the nation's rockets for the benefit of humanity.

Who else could it be?

Ye Jingrui and Millet. Ye Jingrui was just as handsome as before and flawless as before. Even the black stubble on his face couldn't hide his extremely beautiful eyes.

Millet was also a newcomer. His face was flawless and his skin was whiter than a girl's. Ye Yuni, the senior cosmetics user, was so infuriated by this.

Millet was also carrying a mixed bloodline little girl, with a pair of bright blue Catalan eyes. When he grew up, he would become a replica of Guo Biting and marry into the Wealthy Class. From then on, he would be at the peak of his life.

Millet, Ye Jingrui and a mixed blood little girl. How nice, a family of three. They were happy and happy as they ran through the vast prairie hand in hand, loving each other.

The two of them sat down beside Ann Qianxi. Ye Jingrui's face was white and had a wide ocean feel to it. As for Millet, his facial features were dark, and his blade-like silhouette bathed in the sunlight like a gloomy Edward greedily absorbing the sunlight.

Aiyo, this beautiful woman is often seen by her left and right, and now there are two handsome men. If it were an ordinary person, they might not be able to bear her heart, but we, Ann Qianxi, have seen so many handsome men, so we are naturally used to it.

"It's so lively here." Ye Jingrui sat down. Ye Yuni passed the coffee to him. Millet took the coffee from the waiter, "You're not bad here. Starbucks Cafe. Roma Cafe …" "Mediterranean Coffee Shop."

Sometimes, this would cause many literary and artistic coffee shops to open up. It felt like all the literary and artistic youths from the world would gather here and open a coffee shop. They felt that any day in the future, they would be able to get a line of water pipes and get something called coffee tap water.

"Coffee tap water? Better call it coffee. " Jia Wanrou jeered from the side. Yes, it was the familiar Jia Wanrou. Our softness came back again, seamless. Perhaps it was due to her heavy weight, but when she moved, it gave the little beauty in her arms a fright.

It was that golden-haired, blue-eyed little beauty. She was like an angel among this group of people, blinking her large eyes, looking just like a cute little doll who knew how to speak.

Sometimes, looking at the world from the outside, most of the things that can be enjoyed in the sun during the day are due to the exploitation of capitalism.