[BL] [Book 1]Professional Stepping on the Face for One Hundred Years [Quick Wea

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    Su Wei nodded and said, "Let's publish it." He didn't like this An Huajun, and he didn't like Jiang Cheng, but now the world's consciousness is getting more and more distorted, what will happen, even the system can't control it. But the system also said that he would not be so unlucky every time.

    An Xia's willingness is not difficult. He hopes to get out of this small mountain village by his own ability, not to be forced to marry someone he doesn't like at all, and end up with a tragic ending.

    After a while of dizziness, Su Wei found herself standing under the eaves of the village with red eyes, surrounded by a group of people, pointing at him. There were two people standing in front of him, the taller one was Jiang Xun and the fatter one was Jiang Yang. Both are cousins ​​of the protagonist, Jiang Cheng. Jiang Xun is putting his hands around his chest, raising his chin and mocking him:

."An Xia, you are too cautious. My brother Jiang Cheng can't go to An Huajun's house to have a meal, so you throw the bowl and show your face, go to someone else's house to make a fuss, and you will die if you come back. Who are you doing it for?"

    Jiang Yang also followed, "That's right, Jiang Cheng and An Huajun have an open and honest relationship, and they didn't do anything shameful. You look like a kidnapper, which really makes my brother lose his face. I think you will really be honest in the future. If you want to enter the gate of our Jiang family, you have to ask the aunt to think about it again."

    Su Wei laughed when she heard it. At this time, An Huajun has been passing through for a long time. He is launching an "attack" on Jiang Cheng. He just made a delicious dish three days ago, and he just opened the window on the way back to the village after Jiang Cheng's farm work. , let the fragrance of vegetables waft out of the stove. Jiang Cheng had been working all day, and was already very hungry, so he was immediately attracted to him. .An Huajun naturally greeted him into the house, and said that everything is a neighbor of a village, and it is not a big deal to have a meal, so he just happened to try his new skills.

    This was such an incredible meal that Jiang Cheng almost swallowed his tongue. So this morning, An Huajun invited him to dinner again, he just hesitated and went. Only this time, it was discovered by An Xie, because he was waiting for Jiang Cheng to come to eat here, but he didn't see anyone, so he went out and searched all the way. Although the village was not small, they searched from family to family. Not long after, they saw Jiang Cheng at An Huajun's house. The two chatted and laughed. An Huajun even took out a hand towel and wiped Jiang Cheng's sweat with a gentle expression.

    An Xie, who saw this scene, of course exploded. When he went up, he wanted to find An Huajun's theory, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng and asked him to go home first. .An Xie had no choice but to come back crying, and then Su Wei crossed over and met Jiang Cheng's two best cousins, sneering at him.

    An Xia cared about Jiang Cheng, but unfortunately, Su Wei didn't feel anything at all.

    He looked at the two people in front of him, and said lightly, "Can you put down the things in my house?"

    Jiang Xun and Jiang Yang were stunned for a moment, what did this An Shao mean when he suddenly said this? Shouldn't he cry more ugly.

    Su Wei pointed to the steamed buns in the hands of the two of them and sneered, "This is what I planted, and you eat it without my consent. Didn't you just say that I have nothing to do with your Jiang family, why is this? Did your Jiang family's traditions go to other people's homes casually and take it away without asking a question?"

    The village is already poor, and steamed bread is even more rare. .Every household takes their food seriously, and the most disgusting thing is the act of stealing food, and all the people around him suddenly show contempt.