Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Song Yi in the main room was busy coaxing his daughter-in-law, angry and helpless, one head and two big.

Accountant Liu outside was surrounded by a bunch of people, and his coarse coat was almost torn to pieces.

"I can't help it, why don't you believe it? Our production team's rice flower fish for autumn harvest has already been ordered with those factory cafeterias, and we can just send it over when the time comes. I have nothing to worry about!"

He yelled with his neck stuck, and kept pulling back his clothes.

"Don't tear it up for me, or you will cut me a new one!"

It’s true that I’ve talked to Lin Yuzhu about this matter, isn’t it that the horoscope has not been written yet, who dares to guarantee that it will be sold?

Don't sell it badly at that time, but instead complain all over, because you are not human inside and out.

Even if there is Zhe, don't tell them!

Accountant Liu made sense, but the team leader was dubious, raised his hand to rake his hair, and paced back and forth with his hips crossed, frowning.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Accountant Liu, "Hiss... hey? Aren't you still going to the vegetable market to sell fish? Don't do it? Can the cafeteria be finished?"

"Yes, there's nothing you can't." Accountant Liu lowered his head and flattened his wrinkled clothes, and replied casually, "Even if there are some leftovers, there are not many left, just share them with the members to dry the fish."

Come and go, deal with it freely.

The team leader frowned and looked carefully at his relaxed expression. He couldn't see any tricks, but he just felt that he was not telling the truth.

A large group of people talked about it, most of them bad-mouthed, and at the same time they looked forward to him, hoping to come up with some regulations to solve the problem.

After finishing his cigarette, Accountant Feng silently knocked the ashes in the pot, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At last no one caught him asking for money for a threshing machine...

Several production team leaders rushed over one after another, originally just to watch the excitement, but when they arrived, they found that everyone seemed to be in a low mood.

I found my own team and asked about it early, and I was also worried.

"How about...don't raise rice flower fish?"

"The key point is that the fish is not only something that can be eaten, doesn't it mean that it can eat bugs in the water and produce fat! It's not like you haven't seen that the production of the third team is obviously better than ours!"

"It's really not possible, let's raise less?"

"This year's new crop of soybeans has already spent a lot of time, and the fish fry are almost ready to be fed with soy milk. If you don't put them in the late rice, you can only roast small dried fish for cooking. I feel distressed..."

The several production team leaders talked about each other, worrying exactly the same.

They couldn't agree on a principle, so they could only gather around the captain and continue to discuss it.

Why are you moaning and sighing outside? Song Yi has no time to talk about it, and his wife doesn't listen to his reasoning at all, she is petite and rude.

Heartbroken, he dragged Lin Yuzhu to the office, closed the door, and pulled the curtain.

Pushing her to the door, wrapping around her waist, tilting her head and kissing her hard.

Lin Yuzhu was stunned.

The noise outside can be heard in the office, when did he become so unrestrained?

Regardless of the influence of style?
Suddenly there was a pain on her lips, and her big rough hands covered her wide eyes.

"Don't think about anything else, just concentrate."

Song Yi originally just wanted to block her mouth and divert her attention at the same time.

It's just that when he touched her soft and sweet lips, his attention was diverted instead.

I don't want to think about anything, I just want to kiss her well.

The sun was the most violent at noon, and everyone was arguing on the sun dam for a long time without any results.

Song Guifa kept wiping away his sweat, feeling that he and Director Zhao had gone to the county to chase and block him, to attack each other, and to beg for money for approval.

He swallowed his dry and itchy throat, and waved his hands with a bitter face.

"Okay, okay, all the members go back, and ask your production team leader and accountant who didn't come to go to the brigade for a meeting."

He glanced around, always feeling that something was not quite right.

"Where did the third captain go? Who saw him?"

This is such a big battle on the territory of the third team, as the production captain, just sit back and watch and still see no one?
That's not the boy's character.