C72 Pengci(1)
Suddenly, Zhao Qingyan blushed all the way to her ears. Flames burst out of her eyes as she raised her fist and punched Lin Fei's back.2
"You scoundrel, I'll make you play scoundrel with me, I'll beat you to death." Zhao Qingyan pursed her lips as her fists rained down on Lin Fei's back.
Although it was not painful, Lin Fei still pompously jumped up and exclaimed, "Zhao Qingyan, did you forget what you just said? Do you know that what you are doing now amounts to the murder of your husband? "
"When did I agree to marry you? Don't speak nonsense." Zhao Qingyan blinked her long eyelashes and immediately felt that Lin Fei was trying to take advantage of her. She punched Lin Fei's back harder with her fist, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart."
In order to avoid Zhao Qingyan's attacks, Lin Fei ran around the living room. As Zhao Qingyan chased him, she kept threatening Lin Fei.
"You girl, how thirsty are you exactly? Why are you chasing me? "Although I know that I, Lin Fei, am very popular, there is no need for you to chase after me as if your life is on the line!" Lin Fei was only three steps away from Zhao Qingyan on purpose. He wanted her to chase him, but she couldn't touch a single hair on his head.
Pah! - Zhao Jun could not stand it anymore. With an ashen face, he picked up his teacup and threw it on the table, then said angrily, "Enough, Qingyan. Have you had enough trouble? You don't even understand the rules at all, how did you treat your esteemed guest? "
From Zhao Jun's point of view, the most important thing at hand was to quickly settle the matter of contracting a pond with Lin Fei.
As for the fight between his daughter and Lin Fei, that was completely child's play and could be brought to an end.
Stopping in her pursuit, Zhao Qingyan looked at her father angrily. Her heart was full of indignation, as she wondered why her father always had his elbows out.
Then, Zhao Qingyan turned to look at Lin Fei. She frowned, pouted her lips, waved her fist in the air and said, "You just wait for me."
"What are you waiting for? Waiting for you to marry me? " Looking at her blushing face that looked like an apple after autumn, Lin Fei felt even more beautiful, "Zhao Qingyan you little girl, can't you be a little more reserved? "I've been thinking about us day after day."
Then, Zhao Qingyan prepared to throw her fist over.
At the side, Zhao Jun could no longer bear it. He slapped the table and shouted at Zhao Qingyan, "Alright, Qingyan, quickly return to your room. I have something important to discuss with Lin Fei!"
When Zhao Qingyan returned to her room, only Lin Fei and Zhao Jun were left.
The two of them discussed for a long time. The village branch letter, Zhao Jun's intention was to help Lin Fei get the ownership of the Dragon Gate Pond. After all, according to the rules, a high price was a given.
However, he told Lin Fei that he would have to find some time in the afternoon to meet with the Village Head Lin Ziqiang and see what he would think.
After finishing his business, Lin Fei came to the Dragon Gate Pond.
By the pond, Lin Sifei dreamt of a beautiful future. If he could get the right to contract the pond, he could sell some fish seedlings in the future and then sprinkle some divine water. How much money would he have to buy for the big fish he had harvested?
If he had the money, he could buy a villa in Nanjiang City and a luxurious car. Then, he could marry that little girl Zhao Qingyan and bring her home openly.
Remembering Zhao Qingyan's sexy figure, her perfect face, and her white thighs, a fire burned in Lin Fei's lower abdomen.
At this moment, Lin Fei spotted Zhao Qingyan riding a pink bicycle past the pond. A person rushed out from the bottom of the field carrying a black broken bowl and charged towards Zhao Qingyan's bicycle.
Soon, the man stopped his bicycle and the broken bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
"Ah, my bowl, this is the bowl used by the First Emperor of Qin Shi Huang, at least several million yuan." The man began to cry, but there was no tears.
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