60: C60 Village Flower Zhao Qingyan

C60 Village Flower Zhao Qingyan

It was useless to look for the Village Head, so Lin Fei prepared to look for Zhao Jun.0

Lin Fei knew Zhao Jun was a very fair and strict person. He would definitely tell him everything about contracting out the Longmen Pond.

Arriving at Zhao Jun's house, Lin Fei saw Zhao Jun's daughter-in-law Zhang Pingcui sweeping the yard. She smiled and said, "Aunt, is Uncle Zhao at home? I have something to talk to him about. "

Stunned, Zhang Pingcui was very surprised, because usually Lin Fei rarely stepped into her house.

"Nope, he went to the field with Qing Yan." Zhang Pingcui put down her broom and looked at Lin Fei with suspicion, "Why are you looking for your Uncle Zhao?"

"It's just a small matter. About the Longmen Pond." Lin Fei then told Zhang Pingcui that he was going to find Uncle Zhao at the red tiled house.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fei had already run all the way to the red-tiled house.

Not far away, Lin Fei saw a beautiful figure. The owner of this figure was Zhao Qingyan, a village flower belonging to group five of the Shanhe Village. She was Zhao Jun's daughter.

Lin Fei took a closer look and saw that Zhao Qingyan was chasing after a small black dog.

Zhao Qingyan was recognized as a village flower by the five groups of people who came to Zhao Jun's house to propose marriage. Almost all the men in the village did not dare to go to her house to propose marriage, and the majority of them were the wealthy people of Nanjiang City.

Not to mention Zhao Qingyan's outstanding looks, her figure was also extremely voluptuous. With her protruding front and back, and the fact that she was chasing after the little black dog, she was extremely eye-catching when she ran.

Back then, when she was young, Lin Fei had played house with her and played the role of a fake husband and wife.

Lin Fei thought, if he could marry this little girl back now, it would be like smoke coming out from his ancestor's grave, causing him to wake up laughing even in his dreams.

"Little Black, don't run." Zhao Qingyan's voice was as melodious as a bell, causing Lin Fei's heart to tremble.

Taking a closer look, Lin Fei saw Zhao Qingyan's pretty face. She had a short white sleeve with a heart pattern on the upper half of her body, a bulging chest that raised the white sleeve to a perfect curve, and a pair of close-fitting jeans with two slender legs exposed outside.

Looking down, Lin Fei saw Zhao Qingyan's bare little feet.

Her two little feet were sparkling and transparent, with veins that could be seen through her tender skin. The shape of her foot bow was very perfect, her naughty toenails were very neat, and her fingernails were covered with light red nail polish.

As she was chasing after the little black dog, Zhao Qingyan didn't pay attention to her feet. At the corner of a small pond and a field, she suddenly felt a rock under her feet.

With a "dong" sound, Zhao Qingyan fell into the small pond.

"Help! Ahhh … Help! " Zhao Qingyan was flooded and choked to the point that she couldn't even speak properly.

Seeing this, Lin Fei ran as fast as he could to the side of the pond and saw that the water surface was bubbling. He could not see Zhao Qingyan at all.

Without taking off his clothes, Lin Fei jumped down and swam to Zhao Qingyan's side. He held onto her waist and swam to the shore with one hand.

After finally getting Zhao Qingyan to the shore with some effort, Lin Fei sat on the shore and panted heavily.

"Hey, it's okay, you're safe now." Lin Fei stroked his wet hair.

Lin Fei did not hear Zhao Qingyan's reply. He turned around and his eyes immediately widened.

Since Zhao Qingyan's whole body was drenched, Lin Fei could see the faint black color on the inside of her short white sleeves, which were engraved with a heart pattern.

Pui! Lin Fei spat out a mouthful of saliva and scolded, "At such a time, why are you still thinking about that?"

What should he do? Lin Fei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Suddenly, he thought of the rescue measures on TV, chest pressing and artificial respiration.

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