Jia Meng didn't want to speak, but the cheerful melody plus the magical lyrics really made her unable to refuse, so she couldn't help but hum.
"You... That's too much!" Mike, who was fed a bite of dog food, turned the car door abruptly, and was about to jump out of the car.
Fortunately, Bugatti quickly entered a paddock, slowed down slowly, and quickly stopped on an empty grassland.
Marley opened the door and got out of the car first.
He walked around the body, opened the passenger side door, covered Jia Meng's head with one hand, and walked out with the other hand.
Jia Meng is flattered, and I don’t know when the tyrant who pushed and pulled her before became a gentleman... ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
A middle-aged Chinese man wearing a plain farm clothes and a headscarf walked over.
"King, looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, it can be regarded as looking forward to you."
"Uncle Wang, have you been doing well recently?"
"Very good." The middle-aged man named Uncle Wang was full of smiles. "Thanks to you for giving me the management of this huge farm, otherwise I didn't know how to make it..."
Uncle Wang said suddenly, his words choked.
Jia Meng could see that he must have brought back some sad past, so he quickly diverted his attention and extended his hand generously:
"Hello, Uncle Wang. My name is Jia Meng and I am King's friend."
Uncle Wang really turned his attention to Jia Meng, his brows and eyes were filled with joy, as surprised as Columbus discovered the new world:
"You are Jia Meng! Uncle Wang, I can be regarded as seeing you!"
Marei's focus was only on Jia Meng's outstretched hand. Before Uncle Wang was about to shake hands, he hugged Jia Meng from behind and firmly controlled both of her hands.
"Haha," Uncle Wang instantly forgot about his memory of bitterness and thought of sweetness in an instant, and joked, "king, you really don't even let your girlfriend's hand be shaken."
"Yes!" Jia Meng was also angry for Marley's actions, "I am not his daughter anymore..."
"Uncle Wang, I'm hungry." Marley interrupted before Jia Meng said something that shouldn't be said.
"It's okay to be hungry, Uncle Wang has prepared dinner for you."
Uncle Wang smiled and led the way.
Mike followed closely behind him, dragging Uncle Wang's parents, leaving Marei and Jia Meng far behind.
At this time, as the sun sets, the farm is surrounded by endless grassland, blue sky, green grassland, and the silhouettes of cattle and sheep are sparse, and it is as beautiful as an unreal picture.
Jia Meng vaguely heard Mike's complaint with Uncle Wang.
"Hey, Uncle Wang, I think King is really going to die! This sister Jia doesn't know what Ecstasy he has given him, she is really the only one in his eyes!"
"Mike, you don't really think that King has always liked men, do you?"
"They are also very hard in acting, Uncle Wang, if you hadn't been by my side to help him for so many years, could he still defend himself like a jade? Humph!"
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The amount of information is getting bigger and bigger, and Jia Meng, who is held in his arms by Marei, feels more and more that the man beside him is so strange.
"King." Thinking about it, Jia Meng whispered the name unconsciously.
"You don't need to call me that." Against the red sunset, Marley's deep eyes looked a little more dark red.
"Is that still called you Marley?"
"But this face is Xu Ting's face."
"Then what should I call you? Your identity and titles are too much." Jia Meng sighed with complaining emotions.
"Call your husband. This identity and title can be unique."
Jia Meng: "..."
Jia Meng, who was holding back all the way, sorted out his thoughts, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Are Mike's words true?"
"It's all true."
"Then I think it is necessary for me to meet you again."
"Okay." Marei first let go of Jia Meng's hand, then stretched out his hand again, making a handshake gesture, "It's nice to meet you, Sister Jia."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. King."
Jia Meng was taken aback, and quickly reacted, generously reaching out and squeezing it.
The hand that had just been stretched out was held tightly by Marley.
The whole five fingers seemed to be melted into a ball, and they were inseparable at all.
Jia Meng reacted and was about to ask why he didn't allow himself to shake hands with others.
Unexpectedly, Marley held her hands tightly, and with a huge thrust, he lifted the fists formed by the two hands towards the oncoming sunset,:
"Jia Meng, do you know? You are really poisonous, I don't allow you to touch anyone else. Because in this life, you have poisoned me too deeply!"
With such an earthy love story, Jia Meng's instinct was subconsciously refused to accept it.
But when she raised her eyes, she saw Marley's dark red eyes, filled with a mist of water.
When the crystal water seemed to blur his vision, Jia Meng had to admit that his heart was shaking like an electric shock.
"I'm sorry. A person who has no past and no future can't answer your question." Jia Meng pointed to his painful temple, suggesting a missing memory.
Marley raised his head slightly, suspended in the air for a while, waited for the crystal clear film to dry with the wind, and then continued to drag Jia Meng forward.
Uncle Wang took them to a big round flat-roofed house designed like a yurt.
In the very center of the house, there is a big round table. When placed there, it looks like a circle is placed in a big circle. There is a kind of cute blessing. .χ八㈠zщ.còм/
In the center of the table is a steaming roasted whole lamb, surrounded by various meat dishes.
Grilled lamb chops, lamb slices, lamb skewers, shredded meat, large steak, stir-fried tripe, big stick bone...
Even the staple food, fried noodles and fried noodles, are large pieces of meat mixed in its juice...
If you have to find something bland, it must be the goat's milk prepared in the cup!
Such a single pure meat diet, in theory, is far inferior to the nutritious meal that Aunt Liu made for her at home.
But for some reason, this all-colored meat will give people a purely instinctive appetite.
Jia Meng smelled the scorching smell of meat, listened to the crackling sound from the oven, looked like a grilled meat plated with golden light, felt that the taste buds were fully developed, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
"I guard this farm all the year round. All the ingredients are homemade, and the method is relatively simple. I don't know if it suits Jia Jia's taste?" Uncle Wang is hospitalized.
Without waiting for Jia Meng's answer, Marley personally put a large piece of roasted golden lamb on Jia Meng's plate, and answered Jia Meng:
"Uncle Wang, what Sister Jia needs most is to eat big chunks of meat."
Mike glanced at Jia Meng's slightly thick waist, was about to blurt out something, and finally turned to pursing his lips and snickering.
There was a glimmer of anger on Marley's face, which was paralyzed.