The village king returned home directly after coming out of Yunque's hut.
Xue'er was not at home, so he turned on the TV and lay on the chair to watch TV.
When a beautiful woman appeared on TV, he unconsciously thought of Yunque and how to be intimate with her. Yunque really gave him a new feeling. He could not escape her gentleness and madness for a while, let alone her poetry.
language.
While the village king was reminiscing about Yunque's art of language, Xue'er came back.
Xueer sat next to him and said, "I'm going to see my father and mother."
The village king didn't look at Xue'er, his eyes were still looking at the TV, but his thoughts had long been withdrawn from Yunque.
"I know you went to see them. My father's seventieth birthday will be the day after tomorrow. How are you going to celebrate my father?" After the village king finished speaking, he looked at Xue'er.
"I still want to ask you? Why did you ask about me?" Xueer said with a smile.
"What do you say, I will do as you say."
Xueer put her hand on the village king's knee: "I want to invite people in the village, one person per household, without receiving red envelopes. What do you think?"
"Okay. I'll do as you say. There are about a hundred households in the village, each with one person. Bring relatives and some people from the town, that's 160 people. Table, that's enough." said the village king.
"Okay. It's all up to you. I'll just eat what's ready." Xue'er said and kissed the village king's cheek.
"I'll make arrangements now and start purchasing tomorrow." The village king said, stood up, walked into the inner room and took the money.
"It's good to make arrangements early. How about coming back to eat in the evening?" Xue'er looked at the village king.
"Okay, I'll come back for dinner." The village king said and went out.
Xue'er felt happy when she saw that the village king agreed to her request. She originally thought that the village king had opinions on not accepting red envelopes, and she still needed to do his work herself!
The village king was walking on the road, thinking about what Xue'er said. He knew that Xue'er wanted to use her father's birthday to repay some favors in the village.
Usually, when people in the village celebrate happy events, the village king sends red envelopes like everyone else, but everyone always returns the red envelopes to him.
The village king came to Wang Wen's house.
Wang Wen and Haiyan are both at home, and they are also watching TV.
When they saw the village king coming, they hurriedly gave up their seats and poured tea. The village king did not sit down and said, "Accountant Wang, I will leave in a moment to tell you something."
"What's the matter, tell me!"
The village king said, "My father's seventieth birthday is the day after tomorrow. I am going to hold a table to celebrate his birthday. Please arrange it. The three armies and Dongmao can do the purchasing, and you can arrange the other personnel." As he said, he started from there.
He took out the money from his pocket and said, "This is eight thousand yuan. I will tell Sanjun and Dongmao later. If there is anything you need to buy tomorrow, you can make an order first and they will come to you tomorrow morning. The money should be enough."
Bar."
"That's enough, that's enough. A table of more than three hundred yuan is very rich," Wang Wen said.
"Okay. I'll leave everything to you. I'll inform the three armies and Dongmao. By the way, I'll arrange for Niu Zai to inform the people in the village about the treat. This time, no red envelopes will be accepted. Each household will hire one person to help with the work.
, invite the whole family. Haiyan, remember to have lunch with Accountant Wang."
"Okay, I'll go." Haiyan responded.
"I'll tell the three of them to go." The village king said and turned around and walked out.
Haiyan watched the village king walk away and said, "If you don't accept the red envelope? How can you be so embarrassed to go?"
"Bring a red envelope!" Wang Wen said.
"In the past, when he held happy events, you helped to collect the red envelopes. This time he said he would not accept them. What should you do as the accountant? When someone gives you a red envelope, do you accept it? Or not?"
"You are such a bitch! Of course I can't accept it if he says no. If he insists on giving it, of course he will give it to the village king!" Wang Wen glared at Haiyan.
Haiyan stopped talking. Ever since Wang Wen showed off his power, Haiyan has been following Wang Wen.
When the village king arrived at Niuzai's house, Xiaoqin said that Niuzai had gone to the ground and asked him to sit down for a while.
"I won't sit down anymore. I have to go to Sanjun and Dongmao's house. Remember to tell Niu Zai when he comes back, and ask him to notify the people in the village. One person from each family will go to my father's house for lunch the day after tomorrow. It is his seventieth birthday.
Let him make it clear to others, don't bring red envelopes, they won't be accepted. By the way, you have to go with Niu Zai." said the village king.
"One person per household, why should I go too?" Xiaoqin asked with a smile,
"Anyone who works for us, the whole family will go. Okay, I'm leaving. Remember to make it clear." The village king said and went out.
Xiaoqin sighed in her heart and thought, "You didn't even tell me a joke."
The village king went to Sanjun's house again to make arrangements with Dongmao's house, and then returned home.
Seeing that the village king was back, Xueer asked with a smile: "Have the arrangements been made so soon?"
"Don't worry, I'll do the work." The village king said with a smile.
"Where are the people in the town?" Xueer said.
"I'll call the people in the town tomorrow. It's too early to call today. Don't let them forget and catch me off guard tomorrow." The village king said with a smile.
"You're tired from walking! You lie down and watch TV, and I'll pour you a cup of tea. You must not be sitting at anyone's house, or even drink the tea. Otherwise, it won't be so fast." Xue'er's smile was very sweet.
"Well. I haven't had tea yet. Give me a cup." The village king said and lay down on the chair.
Xueer gave the tea to the village king and started cooking.
After preparing the meal, Xueer asked the village king if he wanted to drink.
"No more drinking. Eat some food to feel comfortable." The village king said and came to the table.
After dinner, the two of them watched TV.
After watching for a while, Xueer went to take a bath.
The village king saw that Xue'er took a bath and rested early again, and knew what she meant. He had a happy afternoon with Yunque, so naturally he no longer had the energy to get close to Xue'er.
The village king thought, what reason could he use to politely refuse?
He was thinking about it while watching TV, but he still couldn't think of a good reason. At this time, Xue'er had already come out of the shower.
"Xue'er, come, watch TV with me, don't go to bed too early. It's my father's birthday. I'm afraid that there are some things that I haven't thought through, and I'm still worried!" The village king had to use a delaying tactic first.
Xueer Bingxue is smart. When he heard what he said, she naturally knew that he was not in good taste. So she sat next to him, smiling and saying nothing.
The village king smelled the faint fragrance of Xue'er: "Did you spray perfume?"
"Nothing. It smells like soap." Xue'er rested her head on the shoulder of the village king. The village king was lying on a chair, and Xue'er's body was also tilted.
The village king looked at Xue'er and touched her face. Xue'er winked at the village king.
"You have dust in your eyes, are you still ogling me?" the village king said deliberately.
"I didn't get into the flying dust, and I didn't even raise an eyebrow. It was your saliva that hit my eyelashes." Xueer giggled.
"You, your thinking is quicker than mine." The village king also laughed.
"How can I compare with you? You are the number one man in the village, and I am suppressed by you."
"Hahaha, you." The village king no longer followed Xue'er's words. He knew that Xue'er's words were leading him to the direction of the scene she designed.
"What? Just smile?" Xueer blinked again.
"Watch TV, whatever you like," said the village king.
Xueer sat up straight and started watching TV. She knew that Zheng Shuang was indeed not in the mood tonight.