Xiuxian Farmhouse (BL) [MTL]

18. Divine Power Yi Chenjing

sofa?

Yi Chenjing's ears twitched and he quickly looked at the large truck. He saw four strong porters suppressing their blushes as they carefully moved a long sofa out of the truck.

"Left side, raise the left side a little higher!"

"No! Someone else has to come!"

"You, you - I'm talking about you, use some strength, you're almost touching the car."

The porter was told by the lady that he did not dare to make any big moves. As a result, the long sofa got stuck and could not be moved up or down.

"Mr. Yang, please give way." A porter in blue uniform said helplessly to the lady.

The lady who was called Mr. Yang took a few steps back, lifted her waist-length wavy hair, opened her red lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "You grown men can't afford a sofa?"

The blue uniform looked thin with sweat. "It's normal to have a little friction when moving and unloading. The corners of the sofa are covered with foam protective film, so you won't be afraid of bumps. But Mr. Yang, you are a little picky if you don't allow us to make any mistakes."

"I pay a lot of money to hire you to work, so isn't it natural for me to be more demanding?" Mr. Yang raised his delicately painted crescent eyebrows.

The man in blue uniform smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, we'll try our best."

"It's not about trying our best, it's about doing it for sure." Mr. Yang emphasized.

The man in blue uniform sighed and shouted to the other porters. "Give me a little more strength!"

The others responded, got into position, and prepared to lift the couch in one fell swoop. Suddenly, a white and tender hand stretched out. Under everyone's surprised gaze, the owner of the hand easily lifted the three-meter-long sofa. Effortlessly lifts and lifts from truck.

Everyone was stunned.

Are they hallucinating? Eye cramps?

Otherwise, I would see someone holding the sofa with one hand without changing a look and standing calmly in front of them.

"Give way and don't block the road." Yi Chenjing said to the porter calmly.

The porter moved away involuntarily, and Yi Chenjing turned around and walked toward the villa's courtyard door with the sofa held high.

It took a while before everyone came back to their senses.

"He...he...he..." The blue uniform pointed at Yi Chenjing's back, so shocked that his tongue was tied.

Mr. Yang was stiff, staring ahead as if looking at a monster.

"The four of us can't move it, so why can he lift it with one hand? Is he still human?" someone screamed strangely.

"Of course it's a human being." A deep voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at a handsome man wearing a black short coat.

"Huh? You are?" The blue uniform looked confused. When did this person stand here?

Tianji said with a smile: "I am the gardener hired by this villa, and that person is my nephew."

Mr. Yang squinted his eyes slightly, feeling strange. This man was tall and handsome, with an extraordinary temperament, but he was carrying a big bamboo basket on his back. Not only was the bamboo basket stuffed with vegetables, but there was also a plump yellow live hen?

As her mind changed, she suddenly asked: "Are you Tianji?"

"I am." Tianji nodded, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.