I didn't catch it, they are inferior and they will bite

looking at that figure,

Yin Yao thought to himself, did he stab the Si family's lair?One or two are running here, if they like this place so much, they might as well settle here.

Si Rong also saw him,

She didn't seem to be surprised by his appearance, but greeted him calmly:

"Xiao Ning, you are here too."

Wen Xiaoning pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head, looked at Yinyao, and smiled indistinctly at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Si Rong, I should ask you this question. Didn't this poor secretary come to gain knowledge with Brother Si Nian?" Well, why are you here too?"

Poor secretary?

Yinyao sneered: "Since the two childhood sweethearts can meet by chance in a foreign country and continue their relationship, I won't bother you two."

After speaking, he went straight to the farm.

Si Rong caught up with him in a few steps, and explained in a low voice: "I don't know why he is here,

And he speaks with pricks since he was a child,

Don't get acquainted with him. "

Sure enough, it was Fa Xiao, if someone else said that, Si Rong would have gone up to threaten him with a smile on his face.

What to say "Don't be as familiar with him",

Isn't it just that he wants to calm down and avoid hurting his bamboo horse's heart.

Yinyao ignored him and went into the farm,

I saw a bearded and fat farmer in suspenders greeted him with a smile, followed by a row of round and thick lambs like clouds.

The little sheep bleats at Yinyao,

He opened his mouth and bit his sleeve and chewed.

Si Rong reached out and pulled Yinyao's sleeve out of the sheep's mouth,

keep him behind,

Looking at the sheep is like looking at a gangster who came to find fault,

Sharp eyes.

Yin Yao rolled his eyes.

Confirmed the visit project with the farmer: first visit the farm,

to milk the cows,

Finally a pony ride.

In fact, Yinyao can't say how interested he is in visiting the farm project,

It's purely because I haven't done much before and I'm a little curious.

The farm is fresh and vast, and the fertile pasture stretches as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, a horse breeder will lead a pony out to eat some fresh forage.The farmer was very enthusiastic and took Yinyao and the others to visit one by one.

Wen Xiaoning looked dispirited, and without looking twice, his eyes fell on the back of Yinyao in front of him, sizing up his waist unscrupulously.

When the farmer proudly introduced himself to them as the largest farm in the UK, Wen Xiaoning let out a disdainful sneer and said:

"Compared to farms in Australia, this place is at best a bonsai garden."

The farmer didn't understand what he said in Chinese, but he followed him enthusiastically with a silly smile.

"Then why don't you go to the Australian farm to run and roll, why come here and wrong yourself." Yin Yao sneered.

Wen Xiaoning had no choice but to speak hard: "I'm tired of going, can I come and enjoy the bonsai in the garden?"

The farmer thought that the relationship between the two was joking, and kindly introduced everyone on the farm. Seeing the cows strolling on the grassland grazing and basking in the sun, he said again:

"After a while, you can take the milk home and boil it at a high temperature and drink it directly. It is healthy and fresh."

Not for Yinyao who is lactose intolerant.

"However, fresh milk cannot be eaten with blackberries. The amino acid content in blackberries is very high, which can promote the absorption of protein in milk, which is not very friendly to Omega."

The English spoken by the farmer is mixed with local dialect, and words such as "amino acid" and "protein" are not common to Yinyao. His English is not very good, so he can only understand half of this sentence. Milk cannot be eaten with raspberries.

In addition to raising cattle and sheep, this farm also planted a large area of ​​fruit trees, especially in the harvest season, when viewed from a distance, the fruits are tender and beautiful.

The three came to the cowshed, and several customers who were experiencing milking made strange exclamations.

The farmer asked them to wash their hands and change into their overalls, and found a strong cow to demonstrate. It seemed that they understood and stood up to give way.

Yinyao sat next to the cow, with a small group of eyebrows frowned, looking at the pink and tender milk like a stick, he was a little timid, but he couldn't stand the farmer's enthusiastic urging, so he bit the bullet and stretched out his hand.

The white fingers like the white jade hairpin gently held the milk, and for a moment, Yinyao had goose bumps all over her body.

He gently held the root with his palm, and with a little force, a thin line of white milk sprayed out and fell into the bucket.

This scene is very pure, but if the protagonist is replaced by Yinyao, there will be some strange emotions, especially when he purses his lips and cheeks are slightly flushed, Si Rong's breath is stagnant.

Yinyao squeezed twice, the more he squeezed, the more he felt the shock, he shook his hands and said with a smile: "I think I might not be able to do this job."

The cow suddenly uttered a "moo—" with an upward sound, and the farmer smiled: "It seems that it feels very comfortable, I hope you don't stop."

Yinyao: ...

After squeezing for a long time, a small half of the bucket was finally squeezed out. The farmer said he would help them to disinfect it, and then told them that the place where the pony was riding was not far from here.

It can be said that what Yinyao looks forward to most when he comes to England is to ride a pony.

Because there is a strict system of superiority and inferiority in domestic racecourses, generally only high-quality people are qualified to ride them, and most inferior people can only make artificial horse stools there, kneeling on the ground for nobles to step on horses.

He remembered that in his previous life, when he went horseback riding with Liao Yuanyu and several partners, one of the partners asked Yinyao to make the artificial horse stool on the spot. When looking at Liao Yuanyu anxiously, Liao Yuanyu just said lightly:

"If I hadn't taken you out of the third district back then, your fate would have been the same as those of their artificial horse stools. It's your honor that Mr. Wang likes you, and it's a dream for many people to be stepped on by him."

Yinyao felt countless small thorns in his heart. After thinking for a long time, he still bent down obediently, but that President Wang was not happy:

"Looking at your reluctance and reluctance, it's like I'm forcing you, forget it if you don't want to do it."

Later, Liao Yuanyu and those business partners sat on horseback talking and laughing happily, and Yinyao followed behind silently. Sometimes the horses walked faster, so he could only follow forward in embarrassment. The crowd cast mocking glances at him one after another, and this incident is still fresh in my memory.

So riding a pony is not so much a longing for him as it has become an obsession.

Yinyao immediately fell in love with a tall white horse. The horse was strong and strong, with a smooth and thick mane, and looked very healthy.

The owner of the racecourse introduced that this horse is called Sal. Although it looks noble and elegant, it is actually very irritable. There are very few tourists who can ride it.

Wen Xiaoning, who was originally lacking in interest, suddenly regained his energy when he heard this, and Yinyao heard him say triumphantly in his heart:

"The secretary of the poor ghost is optimistic about what it means to be the chosen one."

He walked to the side of the white horse and touched the horse's long face. He said arrogantly, "Let me ride obediently. If I'm happy, maybe I can reward you with two catties of fresh pasture brought by air from Australia."

Then, Wen Xiaoning stepped on the horse stool, stepped on his long legs, turned handsomely onto the horse, and then pulled the reins, with a graceful and leisurely posture.

Thrall stood where he was, with contemptuous eyes, flicking his big tail irritably and indifferently.

Wen Xiaoning became anxious, afraid of losing face in front of Yinyao, she raised her hand and lashed at the horse's ass.

Thrall howled twice, raised his front hooves high, his muscles were knotted together, and suddenly rushed forward like crazy.

Wen Xiaoning was staggered by Sal, and before he could sit still, the horse flew out, and due to inertia, he was thrown a few meters away and rolled around on the grass.

The groom hurriedly yelled and chased Thrall.

Yin Yao stared at Wen Xiaoning who was lying on the ground, and sneered: "I see, the chosen one."

"This bastard with no eyesight!" Wen Xiaoning got up from the ground angrily, although his clothes were ragged by the grass, it still didn't affect his beauty.

Out of sympathy for Fa Xiao, Si Rong took the initiative to ask about the situation.

At this time, the groom led Sal back in a hurry, and quickly apologized to a few people:

"I'm sorry, it's definitely not aimed at you, but it's just a temperament. People who can ride it can count on five fingers."

Yinyao is very self-aware, knowing that he will definitely not be the "chosen one", and is planning to go to the stables to pick a new pony to ride.

Seeing the figures of the people leaving, Thrall suddenly swung his tail sharply, let out a whimper or two, then lifted his legs and broke free from the groom and rushed towards the people.

"Sarl!" The groom yelled anxiously from behind, waving his small leather whip and trying his best to catch up.

Yinyao heard the sound of horseshoes coming from behind him, and when he turned around, a huge white figure was rushing towards him at the speed of light.

"Secretary Yin, be careful!" Si Rong quickly pulled Yin Yao over to protect him in his arms and hid aside.

But Thrall stopped suddenly, right in front of Yinyao, staring at him motionlessly with his big black eyes.

Then, it slowly lowered its head, looking docile, its big nose lightly rubbed against Yinyao's face.

Yinyao was stunned, and after a long pause, he asked softly, "Do you want me to ride?"

Thrall took a step back, lowering his noble head.

The groom seemed to be seeing this kind of scene for the first time. He was so startled that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He stroked the horse's face and comforted Sal.

Thrall tilted his head to avoid the groom's hand, and consciously sent the horse's face to Yinyao.

Yinyao slowly raised his hand, gently stroked Saar's soft fur, pressed his face against it, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like me?"

"Yes, I like it."

Yinyao: Is this horse still smart?

But after listening carefully, it was Si Rong who spoke.

Yinyao didn't want to talk to him, and raised one leg to straddle the horse's back. Thrall straightened up, the wind was blowing its mane, and it walked very slowly, with light steps.

Yinyao, who was riding a horse for the first time, was still a little trembling, and leaned down slightly to hug Sal's neck, fearing that it would run away with him when he was happy.

But Thrall didn't have this idea, he walked around with Yinyao on his back, stopping from time to time to take a look at the scenery.

Seeing that Sal was so docile, Yinyao also gradually relaxed his body. Seeing Sal carrying himself to a rose garden, Sal stopped, stretched his neck and bit a rose flower, and was pricked by a small thorn. The ground flinched, but still insisted on biting the rose.

It turned its head and gave the rose to Yinyao.

"Do you want to give it to me?" Yinyao was rather flattered.

The groom managed to put his chin back on the side, his face full of horror as if seeing some Godzilla descending, and then asked Si Rong and the others at the side: "This man... doesn't have any special abilities, won't he hurt Thrall?" , It's the first time I've seen Sal... so cute."

Si Rong smiled: "Because he is Secretary Yin."

The groom didn't understand: "What does Secretary Yin mean? Is it someone like a high priest?"

"It's a poor ghost, a low-class person who has no money and was born in a slum." Wen Xiaoning gave the clearest answer.

"You can't say that about him." Si Rong smiled softly, "Otherwise I will get angry."

Wen Xiaoning sneered disdainfully: "Don't forget who is the granddaughter-in-law appointed by Grandpa Si, you don't seem to take me seriously at all."

Si Rong smiled: "There are not many who can catch my eyes."

"I found that you haven't changed at all since you were a child." Wen Xiaoning sneered.

"what."

"arrogant."

If it weren't for Yinyao's legs feeling numb, Sal could still carry him to the ends of the world.

Seeing that Yinyao was about to leave, Saar reluctantly followed behind him. Yinyao still held the roses that Saar had picked for him, hugged its neck tenderly, and said softly against its face: "I will see you again when I have a chance."

Sal exhaled, and let out a grumpy moan in his throat, like a puppy.

When the farmer saw a few people coming back, he immediately brought up the sterilized fresh milk, and there were small colorful fruits in the bamboo rattan basket, including strawberries and grapes.

"Everyone has worked hard, this is the fruit grown by our own farm, you can try it, but..."

Just as the farmer was about to give some instructions, a little brother poked his head in from outside, his brow was sweating, and he shouted that the sheep had run out.

Hearing this, the farmer picked up a small leather whip and moved his round body out of the hut.

Looking at the three glasses of milk on the table, Yinyao didn't move, picked up a blackberry and tasted it.The sweet and sour juice burst in the mouth, and the fragrance overflowed the lips and teeth, and Yinyao picked up another one.

"Like this?" Si Rong took a sip of the milk, felt that the taste was average, and put it down again. He was more concerned about Yinyao's preferences.

"Well, it's delicious." Yinyao said generously.

Si Rong stared at his face with a smile in his eyes.

"I remember that brother Si Nian likes to drink milk." Wen Xiaoning said intentionally or unintentionally.

Si Rong didn't care and didn't talk to him.

On the contrary, Yinyao looked at the milk on the table and fell into deep thought after hearing this sentence.

Although Si Nian got angry at himself because of a certain down-and-out noble lady, but thinking that he almost lost his life by blocking that bench for him, he always felt that he owed him a favor.

After a long time, he slowly picked up the milk in front of him and took a sip.

It is different from the boxed milk sold in supermarkets. It seems to have a thicker taste. It is a bit fishy for him, but it is mellow for those who like the taste of milk.

Watching his movements of drinking milk, Si Rong always felt something strange in his mind, but he couldn't say what was so strange.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to it. When Yinyao was about to get in the car when they left the farm, they saw two young men sweating profusely carrying four big boxes of blackberries and put them at Yinyao's feet.

Yinyao didn't understand, so: "Are there so many gifts when you come to the farm?"

Wen Xiaoning sneered: "Poor ghost thinking."

The two young men hurriedly explained: "This gentleman asked us to pick them, and he also bought our method of growing blackberries. Hehe, he spent a lot of money."

Yin Yao warmly thanked the two young men, but turned to look at Si Rong and said, "Why are you so meddlesome?"

Si Rong said bluntly: "Your affairs are not idle business."

Wen Xiaoning curled her lips, as if she was in awe of Si Rong's sloppy rhetoric.

They bid farewell to the farmer and got into the car. Wen Xiaoning also squeezed in with a sullen face. Even though the co-pilot had a vacant seat, he wanted to sit with the two of them in the back row, sandwiching Yinyao.

Si Rong leaned over and supported Yinyao's thigh to embrace him, and put a box of blackberries between Yinyao and Wen Xiaoning.

Yinyao pushed the box back impatiently, and the moment he raised his hand, his heart skipped a beat.

He was startled, and slowly retracted his hand to touch his heart.

"What's wrong?" Si Rong asked with concern.

Yinyao pondered for a moment, considering a certain possibility, but counting the days with his fingers, it seems that it is not the case. Maybe it is because he has not done strenuous exercise for a long time, and the occupational disease of white-collar workers popped up as soon as he rode a horse.

He shook his head, closed his eyes and took a nap, always thinking that he would be fine if he was not feeling well.

It's just that the heart was beating faster and faster, and a strong sense of suffocation also came up with the abnormal beating of the heart.

"Are you motion sick?" Si Rong's voice seemed to come from far away, a little unreal.

Yinyao still shook his head and rubbed his temples.

The car drove for more than an hour and finally returned to the hotel. Wen Xiaoning yelled at the front desk that he wanted to change the room next door to Yinyao, but the lady at the front desk said that there were already customers staying next door. They sent them away, causing embarrassment at the front desk.

Yinyao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked slowly into the elevator, clutching his chest.

Si Rong's room is at the end of the floor where Yinyao lives, and there are thousands of miles away from Yinyao in the middle. Seeing that Yinyao was suffering badly, he kept following Yinyao and asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital. .

Yinyao still shook his head, swiped his card to enter the door and mercilessly shut Si Rong out.

He lay on the bed for a while, feeling a bit more comfortable. He took the fresh milk and blackberries brought back from the farm, opened the door, and saw that Si Rong had already left, then turned around and walked to the next room with his things.

He pressed the doorbell of the room, and soon there was a voice from inside: "No room service today."

"President Si, it's me." Yinyao's voice trembled a little, and the hand that was holding the thing couldn't help trembling.

"What's the matter?" Si Nian's voice obviously cooled down.

This person is too stingy, he is still angry now, Yin Yao really doesn't understand, he thought Si Nian was the kind of person who didn't care about trifles, so he was still wrong.

"I brought some fresh milk and blackberries back from the farm. Have you had your lunch yet? Would you like some fruit first?"

Yinyao didn't want to please him either, she just felt ashamed of him.

After a long time, heavy footsteps sounded, and with an electronic sound, the door opened, behind which stood Si Nian who didn't even change his bathrobe.

His hair was subdued and his face was slightly pale. He looked down at Yinyao, looked at the big and small bags in his hands, and for a long while, without saying a word, moved his body and motioned for Yinyao to come in and put something.

The room was dark, with thick curtains blocking out the sunlight.

Yinyao put the things down, and smiled at Si Nian: "President Si, I put the things here, eat them early while they are fresh."

Si Nian didn't even look at him, and walked back to the desk to face the computer, typing on the keyboard with one hand.

As Si Nian's secretary, it is naturally obligatory to ask about his current job and help him solve problems.

"Boss, do you need my help?"

"No need." Si Nian's voice was cold.

"Still angry with me?" Yinyao blinked, with an innocent smile on the corner of her lips.

He knows Si Nian's character very well, it is useless to be tough with him when he is angry, begging for mercy will make him even more disgusted, so he can only act cute.

"Plop!" The heart suddenly beat violently again.

Yinyao covered his heart with a conditional launch, and frowned, but still insisted on asking: "If you need to type, you can tell me."

Si Nian finally got impatient, raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp like knives, he was about to reprimand Yin Yao for leaving his work and running to the farm to mess around, but suddenly he noticed that his complexion was very bad, as pale as a piece of paper without any blood.

In the air, there seemed to be a smell like a small kumquat.

Si Nian didn't care, thinking that there were oranges in the fruit that Yinyao brought, but the taste was like a small claw, scratching his heart, liver and lungs without warning.

Yinyao breathed heavily, a trace of chaos gradually poured into his consciousness, his head became dizzy, and his breathing began to become rapid.

Si Nian frowned and looked at him: "What's wrong."

Yinyao quickly shook his head: "It's okay, let me help you."

As soon as the words fell, a wave of heat suddenly hit the lower abdomen, and the familiar feeling during the fever period hit again, but Yinyao still felt that it was impossible, there were still three months before the fever period, and he didn't take medicine indiscriminately, so how could it be a fever period Woolen cloth?

But he seemed to smell the smell of pheromones in the air, like aged red wine, mellow and intense, invading the brain little by little, provoking the uneasy string in his mind.

He squatted abruptly on the ground, clutching his heart and taking deep breaths, a wave of heat came from his lower abdomen, and his fingers kept tightening.

Si Nian pondered for a moment, walked over to support him, and said in a bad tone, "It's all right."

With a "snap", as the pheromone approached, the string called reason in the mind was completely snapped, and the consciousness also fell into the abyss——