Chapter 1011 (1/2)

The next morning.

Bang bang.

Ran Zhichun slammed the door of the house.

”Get up and work.”

This seemingly honest young man has a lot of malice towards Lin Beichen.

Because since the appearance of this ”little white face”, he obviously felt that Han Luoxue was close to Lin Beichen, and he was not willing to marry his own Han Luoxue, but now he is resisting the marriage.

What makes ran Zhichun feel more crisis is that even Han Li and Wu Wei are very satisfied with Lin Beichen and praise him. They seem to have the idea to change their mind and choose their son-in-law again.

So good for a mute?

Ran Zhichun didn't agree.

So he is hostile to Lin Beichen.

This is not, sincerely don't let Lin Da Shao sleep a good sleep, early in the morning, the day is not completely bright, deliberately smashing the door.

Lin Beichen put on his clothes, opened the door with a smile and said: ”ABA, ABA...”

”Stinky dumb.”

Ran Zhichun threw an ax to him and said, ”go to the woodshed and chop wood. Before you start, chop 30 stacks of dry wood and 30 stacks of wet wood. Today's Pub will use them.”

Lin Beichen takes an ax and doesn't argue. He goes to chop firewood with a smile.

These days, what he makes for himself is green tea, which is innocent, peaceful and kind-hearted. He seldom argues with others.

As a result, they are loved by Han Li and his wife.

Pop.

make love.

Lin Beichen swung his axe to chop wood.

For him, this kind of thing is pediatrics.

Even if Lu Zhishen and Lu tiha come, he can finish the meat filling every minute. He won't be beaten like a fool like Zhen Guanxi

”I didn't expect that the most beautiful man in Zhenzhou, the resurgent of the Empire, the Lord of the sword, the Pope of the temple, the Lord of Baiyun, the Knights of God, and the founder of Zhaohui City, would live such a fiery life again... Tut Tut, I have a different feeling.”

Lin Beichen, while chopping wood, sighed.

It's like eating too many delicacies and salted vegetables occasionally. In fact, it's a good experience.

But then again, if you eat pickled vegetables every day, then Lin will curse his mother.

A moment later, Han Luoxue's voice came from the yard.

Then listen to what ran Zhichun explains.

Bang.

The door was pushed open.

Han Luoxue, the little boss in a black knee length skirt and yellow high leather boots, rushed in and grabbed Lin Beichen's hand and said, ”don't chop. You haven't fully recovered. How can you do this kind of heavy work? Just let Da Chun do it...”

”ABA, ABA...”

Lin Beichen pretends to explain what this is. I'm ok. I want to contribute to the pub too. Don't blame brother Dachun