Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

The man was holding a sack in his hand, and it looked like he was going to work.

Meng Sheng glanced at him lightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Dad, if you have cerebral thrombosis, you should drink less. I didn't buy it."

"What!?"

When Meng Dehua heard this, he couldn't sit still.

Under the influence of alcohol, the unburned old smoker swung forward and hit Meng Sheng's arm unpreparedly.

The heat made him shrink, and he immediately turned a small, inconspicuous red.

Several older men watching the show quickly stopped and smoothed things over, "Hey, Lao Meng, Lao Meng, what are you doing! Ah Sheng is also worried about your health!"

"He is so worried about me. Why doesn't he listen when I ask him to have a good relationship with that female educated youth named An?"

With that said, Meng Dehua took off his cloth and rubber shoes and threw them at Meng Sheng.

He didn't hide, and lowered his eyes. The sole of his shoe hit his face, leaving a thin layer of ash, which made him look a little embarrassed.

Meng Dehua was so angry that he said, "Get out of here, get out of here!"

【warn! warn! Villain’s blackening value +10]

[Current villain’s darkening value: 60]

So fast!

Qi Sui's eyebrows twitched, he looked around, grabbed a broom next to the wall, and swung it up.

The broom hit Meng Dehua on the head!

"Damn it, who did it!"

The young man is handsome, wearing a black student uniform, and has a fair face. At first glance, he looks like a pampered kid in the city.

Qi Sui raised his lips and said, "Uncle, hide quickly, the garbage collector is coming."

Meng Dehua was startled, and it took him a long time to realize what he meant by this sentence. He was calling him trash!

He picked up the broom on the ground and rushed forward.

"Damn you! What's the point of pretending as an educated youth? You have to do farm work for our family!"

The people next to me were afraid that the two of them would start fighting, so they quickly stopped them.

"Lao Meng, Lao Meng! Don't argue with me!"

Qi Sui was right, standing at the door of the cafeteria with his hands folded across his chest and staring coldly at the people outside.

He sneered: "You really can't hold it. Did you see the sack in your son's hand? You can hold it better than that sack."

Meng Dehua was drunk with alcohol and his face turned red. He quickly ordered Meng Sheng, "What the hell are you doing standing there in a daze? Are you watching your father being bullied!"

Meng Sheng's eyes fell on the young man's face and he raised his chin.

He lifted his legs and walked over.

Qi Sui thought he was really going to beat himself up for listening to that scumbag father's words, so the words came to his lips, "Try touching me..."

Unexpectedly, Meng Sheng bypassed him and went to the canteen at the back.

A voice as low and hoarse as gritty paper sounded.

"Wang Ma, bring me two steamed buns."

"okay."

Meng Sheng had a faint scent of soapberry on his body, which was blown out by the wind when he passed by. It smelled very good.

A dull "thank you" pressed down on the throat and disappeared in an instant.

Meng Sheng didn't even look at him, took the buns and left.

Meng Dehua stood behind him and cursed, "Bastard! Why did I pick up a loser like you? Sure enough, you are not my biological son and you don't follow me!"

[Transmitting plot——]

The villain of this plane is Meng Sheng, an ordinary farmer in Caixia Village.

In the original plot, the cheap son picked up by the scumbag father Meng Dehua, because of his vanity, wanted him to have a quiet relationship with a female educated youth in the village.

I thought that when Meng Sheng comes to the city, I can also enjoy the blessings.

But Meng Sheng has no idea about Jingjing at all. Jingjing also likes the plane man to advocate for family and be happy with each other.

Meng Dehua kept suppressing Meng Sheng, forcing him to compete with others, and his psychology gradually became distorted.

In the end, Anjing was with Zhang Jiahuai. Meng Dehua was so angry that he brought Meng Sheng to the house to ask for an explanation.

Meng Sheng couldn't bear it anymore and knocked over the fire during the dispute. As a result, the male protagonist's house was burned down and the two father and son were also imprisoned.

"A great injustice." Qi Sui commented.

681: [Pertinent, real, accurate. 】

The villain takes his time.

Qi Sui went to ask if there was anything to eat first.

Wang Ma put away the big pot, shook her head and said, "No, the last two steamed buns were taken away by Ah Shenggang. Let's wait until dinner."

Qi Sui thought for a while and rushed to catch up.

Meng Sheng had not gone far when he was stopped by the fair-faced young man behind him, "Meng Sheng!"

Qi Sui stepped forward and his eyes fell directly on the white bun in his hand.

After traveling all day, I was really hungry.

But he still introduced himself reservedly, "Hello, comrade, I am——"

Meng Sheng interrupted him and said in a light voice, "Want to eat steamed buns?"

Qi Sui blinked, "Actually, I don't really want to eat it..."

Stop pretending, those eyeballs are almost glued to it.

A rival to a starving ghost.

Meng Sheng handed him one, "Here."

It was a little too smooth, so smooth that Qi Sui was a little shocked when he took the steamed buns.

Shouldn't this be the time to say "no" arrogantly, and then start a drama where you run away, I chase, and we are all unable to fly.

Meng Sheng glanced at him and left without saying anything.

Qi Sui stuffed the bun into his mouth and chased after him, "Wherever you go, I'll go with you!"

He was afraid that if he went to find Anjing, tragedy would happen.

Meng Sheng turned around with a strange expression.

"Comrade, I've never seen you before. You are an educated youth who just came here this month. You don't belong to my family, so you don't have to help me."

Qisui responded with a bun in his mouth, mumbling incoherently, "I don't belong to your family, but I can belong to you."

? ?

Meng Sheng frowned, suspecting that he heard wrongly, and unconsciously tightened his fingers on the sack in his hand.

"What did you say?"

Qi Sui licked her lips and smiled obediently, her cheeks slightly bulging, looking very delicate.

"I mean, I just arrived and I'm not familiar with the village yet. Can you take me to do some work first?"

Meng Sheng was slightly stunned.

In the past, the educated youths who went to the countryside often cried, made trouble, and hung themselves. When they heard that they had to work, their expressions were as ugly as those of toads in the fields.

I’ve never heard of anyone actively wanting to work.

Looking at the young man's soft face, he nodded dully.

"Come with me."

Qi Sui laughed. He was still not full after eating one steamed bun, and his eyes fell on the steamed bun in Meng Sheng's hand.

He didn't speak, but Meng Sheng choked in his throat, "You..."

"I'm not hungry, you can eat. You haven't eaten yet." Qisui said.

He turned around and said with a pitiful expression: "It doesn't matter, I'm not very hungry, I just came here and I'm still a little acclimatized."

Meng Sheng:......

This hint was even more obvious than the flower handkerchief given to him by Miss Zhang from the village.

Half a second later, Meng Sheng, with a stern face, handed over half of the steamed bun in his hand, "Here it is for you to eat."

"Thank you, comrade, you are such a good person!"

Hypocritical.

Meng Sheng curled his lips.

Qi Sui was not polite at all. He took the bun and divided it into half. He handed the big half to him and spoke softly.

"I ate very little, so I'll give you half a piece."

When Meng Sheng took it, the young man's delicate white fingertips gently brushed against his wrist bones, seemingly unintentionally, triggering a tingling electric current.

Qi Sui's eyes turned into crescent moons, "Brother, take me there quickly."

Meng Sheng's pupils shrank and retracted as if he was electrocuted.

A strange feeling suddenly stirred in my heart.

He turned his face awkwardly, with a blush on his ears, "No, don't call me that. It doesn't sound good."

"Brother, how do you want me to call you?"