The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 374

Jiang Teng walked back with the things in her hands in a complicated expression. Now she can't supervise the group of dolls farming. She needs to go back to the central control to temporarily upgrade the defense system.

I don't know what kind of hunters Golden Iris will send, it's just Yan Ruixing, do they have to be so persistent?
She has caught several of them and gave them to Ye Yu as coolies. Jin Yuanwei and the group really don't know how to write the word "giving up", so they have to go to the calabash baby to save grandpa, one by one, right?
Looking down at the things in the bag, Jiang Teng thought for a while and raised his hand to fish out two.

Although the defensive function watch was produced in District [-], she did not see Hua Wei wearing it this time. It is estimated that Juventus also thought of this, so she sent it over.

Then the other one is naturally for Qin Wu's green tea!
Jiang Teng gritted his back molars, thinking of the man who slapped her with cabbage, he felt furious.

Just as she was about to lift her feet and walk towards the monitoring room, the sudden shout from behind made her stop and turn her head.

While wiping the sweat from his brow, Luan Zhou shouted at Jiang Teng: "Mr. Jiang Teng, that man fell into a ditch while picking watermelons! We can't pull him up now, go and have a look!"

Jiang Teng's heart tightened. She had heard about the conspiracy of this student doll, so of course she knew who he was talking about.

"He's crazy! Pick my melons at this time!"

The group of students under her are still planning to rely on these batches of melons to write a report. Did Jiang He do it on purpose?You have to make her unhappy, right?

Running around even though the injury on the shoulder is not healed, don't you have any points in your heart?

"?" Luan Zhou scratched his head, feeling that Jiang Teng's important focus seemed to be wrong, he hesitated for a moment, and asked a little puzzled: "Teacher Jiang Teng, should we go to the ditch to see that person first... ..."

Hearing this, Jiang Teng, who became even more angry, gritted his teeth, and put his hand on Luan Zhou's shoulder fiercely, making his face tremble with fright.

"Go! You take me there now!"

If she doesn't beat up this melon picker, she will take his surname!

……

The breeze is blowing, and the cool wind gently blows over the ditch.

Jiang He lay peacefully in the ditch looking at the sky, and suddenly felt like the frog in the story told by the dean's mother when he was a child.

The only difference between him and the frog is probably that the frog sits in a well and looks at the sky, which makes it less knowledgeable and arrogant.

He was blinded by his own stupidity, unable to see the truth behind the year.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Ding Shuming poked his head out of the ditch, still holding a handful of dry leaves in his hands, but he hesitated looking at Jiang He below, "Well, Mr. Jiang Teng seems to be coming, I have to throw some leaves down, otherwise it will be too clean and very dirty." It's easy to see through."

Jiang He suddenly felt that his actions were stupid: ...

But at this point, he can only continue. He closed his eyes helplessly, a little tired: "...you throw it away."

With the approval, I don't know if it's some personal hatred or something, the leaves thrown by Ding Shuming are still mixed with a lot of sand, these things hit the face like raindrops, making Jiang He inexplicably have the illusion that he is being buried alive .

After a while, hurried footsteps came from far to near, and Jiang He, who had been prepared, curled up his right leg and rolled a few times in the ditch before he began to pant heavily and feel uncomfortable.

He did wait for Jiang Teng to come, but he never thought that Jiang Teng just looked down at him from the side of the ditch, and went straight to the watermelon field without even saying a word of greeting.

Jiang He realized that he was not as important as a watermelon: ...

(End of this chapter)