The Villain CEO Always Mooches My Melons Ch. 62

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Mr. Fu: "Secretary An, come and eat meat, ah—"

An Xia, who was flipping through Jian Wenlun's 80-page plan, opened her mouth and swallowed it naturally, and did not forget to say thank you in a vague way, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

[Hahahahahaha, what a crappy plan! 79 of the 80 pages are Jian Wenlun's love letters to Liu Xiaozhou.]

[‘Liu Xiaozhou, the only top tea seller in the country, is proficient in raising chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry and livestock. He reached the peak of his career at the debut, with a variety of styles and unlimited charm!']

['He is kind and capable, and it is worth investing. He has a promising future!’]

The more An Xia read on, the more he couldn't help laughing. As expected of the heir to an entertainment company, even his love letter was so unique.

Fu Qingchen’s eyes were full of An Xia’s beautiful smile under the warm firelight.

As expected of my, Fu Qingchen, secretary. He looks so pretty even when eating!

Little An Xia with fair skin and beautiful face! Little An Xia, the sweetest bean in the world! Wuhu!

Boss Xiao Fu was very satisfied, rolled up his sleeves and started grilling another skewer.

He remembered An Xia's taste, less spicy!

In the interval of grilling meat, he finally remembered that there was a good brother Jian Wenlun beside him. He picked and chose, and jumped out a bunch of baby cabbage from the skewers, "Do you want to eat it?"

Jian Wenlun smiled and looked at the half-burned failed product, "Excuse me, have you ever studied with Jin Duo'er and Gong Heze?"

An Xia and Fu Qingchen shook their heads at the same time, "No, we are not here as a couple."

[Who would be as greasy as those two people.]

An Xia ate the skewer of meat that Fu Qingchen fed to his mouth naturally again, and he was still serious.

That's right, we were serious colleagues!

After feeding An Xia meat skewers naturally again, Mr. Fu was still serious.

Jian Wenlun: Hehe.

"Master Jian, don't you send some skewers to your Xiaozhou?"

[Liu Xiaozhou may be starving now. He only ate a piece of dry steamed bread this afternoon for the show effect. That piece of steamed bread was made by Jian Wenlun himself. It didn't look delicious.]

After listening to An Xia's words, Jian Wenlun shook his head slowly and looked at the thatched house with sweet eyes, "Xiaozhou must be asleep now, let's not disturb him. He always goes to bed early and gets up early, and maintains a very good life schedule."

Liu Xiaozhou collapsed in the thatched house.

'So you also knew I was sleeping!'

'Then don't set up a bonfire and barbecue in front of someone else's house in the middle of the night!'

'And those big tents, all of which are top-of-the-line luxury versions, are placed in front of his house to provoke whom!'

'A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!'

Liu Xiaozhou was furious... and turned his head to curl himself up in the leaky thatched house.

He knew that he could never fight these top rich people with his own strength.

Tears... flowed down.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The next morning, when Liu Xiaozhou, who had not slept all night, opened his eyes, he saw Jian Wenlun's gentle (horrifying) smile, "Xiaozhou, you're awake, it's time to get up and pick tea."

Liu Xiaozhou sobbed in his heart. Before he entered the industry, no one told him that being a liar was so difficult!

As soon as he walked out of the door, An Xia and Fu Qingchen, two "living devils", stood straight in the small yard.

Seeing him walk out of the door, the two turned their heads to look at him.

The result of reading Jian's love letters overnight was that the two couldn't help laughing when they saw Liu Xiaozhou, the world's top tea seller.

Under such a sharp look and weird smile, Liu Xiaozhou's legs just stepped out and couldn't help but weaken.

'Why are they smiling at me!'

'Have you come up with a new way to torture me?!'

'Come on, I'm not afraid of you d*mn rich people!'

Liu Xiaozhou tried his best to cheer himself up in his heart, as long as he could hold on for this period of time!

Carrying his tea-picking basket, Liu Xiaozhou strode towards the back mountain with a heroic spirit.

But he didn't walk far when Jian Wenlun called him from behind, "Xiaozhou, did you go to the wrong place? Your tea forest is on the other side."

Liu Xiaozhou, who pretended to be natural, froze all over, and cold sweat came out from his back.

That tea forest was not his at all, it belonged to someone else.

In order to prevent the tea from being stolen, the family also built an electric fence around the tea forest, and electrocuted any tea thief who came.

Although Liu Xiaozhou was a liar, he was also a liar who cherished his life.

An Xia said in his heart.

[It's over, am I going to witness with my own eyes how the tea-selling top collapsed?]

Fu Qingchen's eyes gradually became sharper, exuding a strange light that Liu Xiaozhou couldn't understand.

No! No!

He couldn't fall here!

Liu Xiaozhou turned around and forced a smile to Jian Wenlun, "Mister, Mr. Jian, I want to go to the back mountain to pick mushrooms today, so I won't go to pick tea first."

"Picking mushrooms?"

Jian Wenlun's expression instantly became unfathomable.

Under Liu Xiaozhou's increasingly nervous gaze, Jian Wenlun immediately laughed again, "Picking mushrooms is good, getting close to nature."

Jian Wenlun regained his clear and simple eyes, and happily followed Liu Xiaozhou into the woods in the back mountain.

Before leaving, he waved to An Xia and Fu Qingchen to catch up with them, and the photographer also hurriedly followed with the camera.

A group of people rushed into the woods.

The terrain in the woods was rugged and uneven, and the grass underfoot was still very slippery, and from time to time there were strange insects crawling by.

Liu Xiaozhou had come here to check the spots in advance, so he felt very good.

It was just that Master Jian suffered.

After witnessing him almost fall flat on the ground because of stepping on the moss for the seventh time, Liu Xiaozhou finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to support Jian Wenlun who was about to fall again, "...Mr. Jian, you'd better be careful."

'Wow! He cared about me!'

'He must love me very much!'

Little classmate Jian was shy.

Little classmate Jian wa shy.

Little classmate Jian was like a little bird.

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