Extreme Demon Little Farmer

Rand and his wife look at each other. Although people in gallic chicken don't eat much rice, they know that most of the staple food in the East is rice. The staple food in northern China, which is not good at growing rice, is noodles. But they must eat rice every day. It's just a matter of how much they eat.

From Ling Feiyu's careless words, they feel the business opportunity! The strange name of Yuying rice must be a new variety of rice cultivated by Feiyu group. It may replace the current northern rice or southern rice and become a new mainstream rice.

The couple discussed as they went in. If only they could get the planting authorization of Yuying rice from Feiyu group. The climate of most countries in Europa is not suitable for growing rice. Only Gallic chicken and other Mediterranean countries can grow rice.

"Otherwise, if we rent a farm in the south, the profits of the winery in the past two years are not very good. Maybe we can seize this opportunity to turn over." Rand's wife Emma elbowed him.

Rand hesitated. "If you lose money, you'll lose everything. It's a little risky."

"It's not you. Our family spent so much money to get into the police station, but you only got into the team leader! At the beginning, giving you some money can make you a director! " Emma whispered curse, input and output can not be proportional, that is to say, the loss, of course, she is not happy.

Mention this is a head of brain, Rand is also the same, he hates his wife to take this out to nag, "you let me how to do! Now the director spends more money than I do. If we can get to the team leader, I have my own ability. You don't know how hard that guy beat me down! "

"I don't care. You'd better lick Ling Feiyu and make him happy. You'd better give us some of his original grape plants, and we'll have it then!" Emma said excitedly.

Rand nodded impatiently, "OK, I know. Don't talk in here. There are many Gallic chickens among the guests. Don't let people hear us talk about this."

All the guests on the list are here. Now we just wait for the wedding ceremony to begin.

The guests sit row after row on the benches of the church. The Chinese and the white skins of Gallic chickens sit together. These white skins are also afraid that they will be caught in the pigtails of racial discrimination and do not want to be heard.

Zhang Mingyue and his wife are sitting in the second row, seven women and an Elizabeth. It can be said that their side is the highlight area of the whole church, and the men on the scene peek there from time to time.

Both the Oriental woman and the elegant western woman are first-class beauties.

It can be seen that foreigners' aesthetic is not so exaggerated as in the legend. They don't like the stereotype of Oriental women with small eyes, single eyelids, high cheekbones and big mouth. This is typical racial discrimination. But there are always some Chinese who can't stand up after kneeling for a long time. Kneeling and licking foreigners is a high-level aesthetic.

In Bai Pi's eyes, Zhiling's elder sister is a beautiful woman, but from afar, she wants to play with her. And those who cater to the stereotype of white skin, strive to highlight their high cheekbones, big mouth, slim eyes, and strive to practice a fat buttock figure are just playthings.

All the women in Ling Feiyu are not in line with the stereotype of Bai Pi, but they are as beautiful as heaven.

"Sister Beth, the man in the right rear has been looking at you. He seems to like you." Yun Lingxue said in a low voice in Elizabeth's ear.

Elizabeth's big square turn to see, there is a man looking at her, the man was found also slightly nodded to her, showing a very charming smile.

"He is also a blood clan. He should recognize my identity." Elizabeth said calmly.

Cloud Ling snow a Leng, silently release God consciousness, surprised to realize that the person is indeed blood, not only that, there are many white skin in the presence of several people are blood!

She quickly told Zhang Mingyue what she found. It's no small matter. There are blood people among the guests. Who knows if they want to do something!

Ling Feiyu walked up to them and gently shaved Yun Lingxue's little nose. "You're such a smart kid. Don't talk about it. If there's a problem, I won't let them in. Just sit in peace."

These blood groups are Gallic chicken natives and belong to the conservative camp. They haven't really taken human blood. Their strength is average. They are all distant relatives of Zoe, belonging to the Bernard family, but they are not related by blood.

Because they are the main department and Zoe's are the branch. Please come here and have more face.

Elizabeth was silent for a moment. "Sir, when the wedding is over, I want to talk to them, OK?"

"Why not? You're not my slave." Ling Feiyu suddenly feels his fingers warm. It turns out that Yun Lingxue holds his index finger like a prank and licks it with his tongue mischievously.

This action is a very straightforward sexual hint in the relationship between men and women. With the girl's eyes, Ling Feiyu was tickled by her and almost forgot the business.

He bent down to kiss Yun Lingxue, and made Zhang Mingyue and them very sour. Ling Xueyu wanted to kiss him as if he were competing for favor. Ling Feiyu held him down quickly. Today is Zhao Quan Zoe's day of great joy, can't let others win.

Elizabeth blushed a little. "Sir, time is coming."

Ling Feiyu pats his forehead. He is the best man today. He pulls Ling Feiyu to the porch to prepare.

With the live music playing, the wedding ceremony officially began, and the guests turned to the door.

The invited professional orchestra is different from the recorded Wedding March. There is no substitute for the heavy feeling of that kind of musical instrument reverberating in the ear. Just playing a few pieces of music, the professional orchestra cost Zhao Quan several hundred thousand, which is still cheap.

As the rhythm of the music becomes melodious and arouses the emotions of the guests, Ling Feiyu and Ling Feiyu, as the best men and bridesmaids, bring the ring box to the show, and they are also a couple of talented and beautiful ladies.

Ling Feiyu said in a low voice, "I still don't like the wedding ceremony of Bai Pi. When you marry me, I want a big red sedan chair to pick me up, and I also want a phoenix crown and a lotus flute..."

"Well, well, it's all up to you." Ling Feiyu's soft tone warms a woman's heart.

"Hum, it's not me, it's us. My sisters and I are going to discuss it. You'll wait for the money!" Ling Feiyu now speaks with a modern girl's tone. With her avant-garde and sexy clothes, she sometimes forgets that she actually comes from the cultivation world.

The best man and bridesmaid were separated on both sides. As Ling Feiyu passed by Zhao Quan, he whispered, "Dad, your excited face is red."

"Smelly boy, you're saying this to me now, and you want me to make a fool of myself in public." Zhao Quan feigned anger, with a smile on his face.