I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 69 Big Pig’s Hoof

Li Jiandang walked behind the two of them, looking at Wei Lan's dirty little face, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Wei Lan looked carefully out of the corner of her eye and saw that Gu Chao's expression was as calm as usual. She felt a little disappointed, but she couldn't tell the specific reason.

She put the shovel on her shoulder with difficulty, tilted her head and looked at Gu Chao, "Thank you, otherwise I will definitely be held back."

Gu Chao looked forward, his profile looking very tough in the sunlight, "No need to say thank you, I didn't want to help you, I just sympathized with Brother Yang."

He glanced at Wei Lan indifferently, took the shovel she was carrying with difficulty, and walked away without looking back.

Why do you sympathize with Gu Yang? What else could it be because Gu Yang matched with a weakling like her!

 What a big pig's hooves!

Wei Lan was so angry that she stamped her feet. After she was done with her anger, she trotted and followed Gu Chao back to the educated youth point.

At the educated youth center, Gu Chao put the shovel at the door. Wei Lan returned the bamboo basket to him and stared at his retreating back several times before entering the yard.

The meals for the educated youths have been cooked. Everyone was tired after working all morning. When Wei Lan came back at first, Yu Tingyi murmured a few times, wanting her to cook something delicious to comfort everyone's tired bodies and minds. Later, Seeing Wei Lan's hands full of red marks, her thoughts suddenly disappeared.

“Didn’t you go out to sow bean seeds? Why are your hands like this?”

Yu Tingyi’s voice startled everyone. Those who were busy lost their work, and those who were idle poked their heads out of the room.

 “What’s going on?”

 “What happened?”

Wei Lan rolled her eyes at Yu Tingyi, washed her hands, threw the water in her hands and walked into the house.

 “It’s nothing, just listen to his nonsense.”

The female educated youth's room was not accessible to the male educated youth. Wei Lan's ears were finally clear. She first wiped some cream on her face, and then dug out a military kettle from the rattan box.

This kettle was sent by Wei Xueliang. She planned to fill it with some cold water and drink it in the afternoon.

"What's going on?" Lin Qing walked in and sat next to her. He was stunned when he saw the injury on her hand. "Why is it so injured? Didn't you mean sowing bean seeds? Did you dig up the soil with your hands?"

Lin Qing took Wei Lan's hand to check, and there was a hint of blame in his words, "You can't do this, why don't we change the two? My waist is tired from transplanting rice..."

Wei Lan withdrew her hand and shook her head. She took out a dollop of cream and applied it on Lin Qing's face. "I won't go there if there are leeches in the paddy fields. Don't worry. I'm just not very familiar with work at the beginning. I won't know how to do it later." Now, these small holes look scary, but they are not serious at all."

 She helped Lin Qing spread the cream. Lin Qing tried to hide several times but was pulled back by her.

Lin Qing's face was a little flaky from the sun. If he didn't take good care of it, sooner or later he would be like the young wives and aunties in the brigade.

That's not possible. If the heroine's face becomes rough, how can she still talk to the hero?

 Ahem, although the male protagonist doesn’t value the female protagonist’s face very much, if it’s more pleasing to the eye, no one would reject it, right?

"I said your hands, why did you apply it on me?" Lin Qing pushed her hand away, "This thing is very expensive, you can wipe it yourself, I don't need it."

Wei Lan curled her lips in disgust, put the cream away and walked out, "Hurry up, hurry up, you have to do some work in the afternoon!"

While working in the afternoon, Wei Lan wrapped a few strips of cloth around her palms. The strips were from a pair of trousers she had removed. She didn't know where the trousers had been rubbed. The piece of grass on her buttocks was stained with grass juice the size of an egg. She had washed it several times. After washing it off, she was too embarrassed to wear it outside, so she just made a small thing like a mask.

 (End of this chapter)