The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

People in the village are very enthusiastic. They know that the stupid son of the village head's family is going to get married. They all spontaneously go to wash vegetables and help. Several peasant women are discussing the bride this time.

"It's said that they are from the city, and I don't know where ah San came from. Actually, she can find the girl in the city. The white skin seems to be able to pinch out the water."

"The village head's family is well developed this year, and the silly son has found his daughter-in-law. Maybe it won't be long before we have our son's full moon feast."

"That's it."

Fu Tsai was only amused when she heard these words. She looked up and saw several women with bright red bridal dresses and went to the village head's house. She knew that these people were going to change Dalin's clothes.

There was a smell of meat in the air. He swallowed and salivated, which made him unpromising. His family, the second youngest, was reduced to this level. Since he entered the mountains, he had been living on dry food and wild fruits, and a bird came out of his mouth. Fortunately, the villagers stewed him with bacon. However, it seems that their families are not very rich, and all of them have preserved meat >

it's only for the Spring Festival, and he doesn't eat much.

The banquet held by the village head's house is just a good opportunity to eat and drink. Fu Tsai thinks so, but he still remembers Mo Yi on the bed and wants to bring some back to the other party later.

The environment here is very good. Although the traffic is blocked, there are signals in some places. If you make a phone call, you need to go to the wire pole at the head of the village. I heard that it is the only place with signal in the village. He just called Los Angeles there.

When he arrived at the village head's house, he was naturally warmly treated because he said that he was Dalin's brother. Although tomorrow is the main banquet and today is still in the preparation stage, the village head has already brought out more than a dozen small dishes and sat with him, blowing cattle and constantly eating vegetables.

If song was here in September, it would not be strange.

In her eyes, Fu Tsai has always been a man of high energy and low energy. In Los Angeles, he is the master of Fu family, the boss of Sheng Teng and the second young master of Fu family.

Here, he is a friend of these villagers. He can talk with successful people about today's stock changes and economic development, and also with the village head full of black cocoons about whose cattle have given birth again.

Fu Tsai never thought highly of himself. At least in his heart, everyone was equal. Just like now, he talked with the village head and ate elegantly.

There is no noble environment here, but his eyes, his bearing, all let people admire.

"I'm old-fashioned. You can judge people exactly. Even if you are in the city, you are not an ordinary role. At least you have an official position."

The village head patted him on the shoulder, thought of something, and suddenly sighed.

"You can agree to marry my sister to my son. Thank you. We will treat her well in the future. She can't get out of this mountain in her life. People in the village, who have been to the farthest place in the county, will not send her back to the city."

This just fits Fu Tsai's mind, and his smile is more brilliant.

"My sister just needs to be managed by someone. Don't be polite to the village head. Someone will come to pick me up in two days. My sister will trouble you."

The village head nodded. Seeing that there was no food left on the table, Fu Tsai simply ate some meat. Thinking of Mo Yi, he took a large porcelain bowl to beat the

bag and walked back unsteadily.

Mo Yi was awake at this time. He heard the barking of the dog outside and knew that he was saved. He looked up and looked around. He didn't find the figure of his boss. He was struggling to fight

to sum up, he saw that the wooden door was pushed open. His boss was standing in front of the door with a big bowl in his hand, and the dog kept wagging his tail.

Fu tsan raises eyebrows and thinks that the dogs are so flattering now. He suddenly feels a little bit homesick for Xiao Hei, and he doesn't know what happened to that guy

"Boss..."

Mo a coughed, a little red on his face, not a fever, but stuffy in the room, leading to insufficient support.

Fu then took a breath of fresh air in front of him.

"Mo Yi, get better soon. I have already informed the city of Los Angeles that they have set out to meet us. This time, the Qin family and the Zhuang family should not let go of each other. Everything should be

it should have an end."

Mo Yi was so excited that he almost jumped out of bed. He had long seen that the two families were unhappy. This time, he almost forced them to the brink of despair. If they were not lucky, they would have been killed.

However, the wound on his shoulder hurt. He bared his teeth, drooped his hand, and ate the food in the bowl with a big mouth. It was funny to say that he was following the boss. He didn't have any delicaciesYes, but such an ordinary bowl of farmhouse rice made him taste delicious.

At the moment of dinner, he occasionally glanced at his boss and found that Fang was staring out of the window in a daze. He knew that he was thinking of Miss Song, but now the situation is forcing him to go back.

"Take your time and I'll make a phone call."

Fu Tsai suddenly turned around and said this. He pulled the old man's machine in his hand and went to the pole again. The bell rang for a while, but no one answered.

He did not give up and dialed again, feeling the breath of the other party, the heart suddenly stopped.

Song September is very tired these days. Her grandfather has been rescuing her. She has never had a rest since she came back. She also had a fever yesterday. She only wakes up now. When she sees this strange number, she feels like she has a soul in her heart. She shakes her finger and presses the answer button.

"Fu Zai, is that you?"

Her voice was full of fear and uncertainty, afraid that her expectations would fall through.

"September of Song Dynasty..."

Fu Tsai stammered out these three words, but he didn't know what to say. His throat was very painful. It seemed that there was a huge sadness repressed there, so he lost his voice.

Two people holding a cell phone silent, each other can hear the breath, but do not know what kind of words to break the silence.

"I miss you so much."

For a long time, Fu Tsai just said so, holding the phone tight, slightly exhaled a breath, as if to take out thousands of emotions.

He envied all the people and things around Song Jiujiu, because they could easily feel her breath and taste, and he had to think about it through the long mountain,

to be greedy.

"Me too, Fu Tsai, come back soon..."

"I feel like I can't stand it. I worry about you every day, and I often have nightmares..."