My Man is Super Sweet (MTL)

Chapter 083

"Zhuzhu, have you succeeded?"

Looking at Yi Mingzhu who came back empty-handed, Dong Yanling asked in surprise and joy, "Have you got his number? What is it."

Yi Mingzhu's eyes dodged, "He doesn't have a mobile phone."

"Ah? They are all students of St. De'an School in H City, do you know? This is considered a noble school." Dong Yanling envied. "I thought everyone in this school is very rich. He looks like a manga. Like your noble son, why don't you have a cell phone."

"I don't know, I asked, people just don't." Yi Mingzhu raised her voice with a guilty conscience.

Dong Yanling wondered, "It's not an excuse." Yi Mingzhu glared at him as soon as he finished speaking, and quickly changed his words, "I heard my father said that they are going to plant trees later and have a barbecue at night."

Yi Mingzhu hummed, "If you have nothing to do, they can plant trees."

Dong Yanling shook her head, "I don't know, shall we go to play together?"

Yi Mingzhu was afraid of being exposed to lies, and didn't want to see the long-haired girl again.

Dong Yanling took her hand and swayed, "Go or not? Go or not? It's rare to come back once, so many people are so lively, it's different from our school."

"Can you not be such a idiot." Yi Mingzhu looked contemptuous, and then reluctantly replied, "I see, I will accompany you."

...

Young people are full of energy and recover quickly.

After an hour or two, the sun above the head was not so strong, and the teacher led the students to the place where the trees were planted.

In fact, this kind of tree planting activity is not as hard as imagined.

The soil on the ground has been turned over, and each pit that can be dug is marked. Everyone receives the sapling. Just dig a hole and bury the sapling in it.

The important thing is to participate, not to really ask the students of St. De'an to learn to be mountain farmers.

The students of St. De'an quickly found pleasure in it.

"This is the tree I planted. When I come back ten years later, it must be very tall."

"Hahahaha, don't brag, it will be chopped down ten years later."

"Even if you haven't cut it, you won't recognize it."

When the atmosphere was lively and lively, Shi Baimeng was digging a hole with a small shovel, and when he looked up, he saw the little white king squatting next to him.

Obediently and quietly, she couldn't help but feel sensual, thinking of the thriving little white poplar.

Shi Baimeng asked in a low voice, "Nono, what do you want to do in ten years?"

Yinuo glanced at her, "Plant a tree."

Shi Baimeng "..."

Ambitious! Where is your ambition! !

When I was three years old, I knew to be a doctor.

Now I want to plant trees!

Yinuo tilted his head, his eyes clear and a little sad, "Does Mengmeng feel bad?"

"...Okay, as long as you like it, it's okay." Shi Baimeng's heart of an old mother was visualized, and then couldn't help but entangled, and the dignified white king turned from the peak human scientist to a mountain farmer.