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Jun Che: "Miss Lan, you are overthinking. You and Jun Yan are friends. Isn't it normal for your friends to give each other something? I just helped Jun Yan deliver something here, two baskets The fruit weighs dozens of kilograms, and Jun Yan cannot lift it."
Jun Yan glanced at Fifth Brother, then took over with a smile: "Junjun, I was eating lychees and thought they were very delicious, so I wanted to send you some, but just sending lychees was too monotonous, so I cut more. Come over with a basket of grapes, they are all grown by our villa, don¡¯t dislike it.¡±
"Before I came over, Fifth Brother happened to come back, so I captured him as a porter."
"I don't mind it. I heard it from Brother Junhao a long time ago. I have also eaten the vegetables and fruits grown by your family. They are very fresh. My mother likes them very much. She also said that she would like to go to the countryside to see if there are any. I¡¯ll also buy a few suitable hills and build them into villas.¡±
"It's a pity that Junjia Villa is difficult to concoct."
Jincheng is developing too fast, and there will never be a place as good as Junjia Villa.
The Junjia Villa has been run by several generations.
"Fifth Young Master, please sit down."
After Junjun responded to Jun Yan, he politely asked Jun Che to sit down.
She couldn¡¯t see it, but she could feel the shadow covering her, and guessed that Jun Che was still standing opposite her.
Jun Che smiled and sat down opposite her, so that he could see her more easily.
But he didn¡¯t dare to stare intently, for fear that Junjun would feel his ambition.
Although this girl is young and invisible, she is attentive and smart, and you will feel it if you don't pay attention.
The maid quickly brought tea and snacks.
Junjun greeted the brother and sister to drink tea.
She and Jun Che weren't familiar with each other yet, so they didn't have much to talk about. After asking a few polite questions, they had nothing to say. They mainly chatted with Jun Yan. Jun Che wasn't annoyed at being left out by the two girls, and he was very patient. Sit there, drink tea and eat snacks.
"By the way, Junjun, before I came here, my eldest brother and sister-in-law also came back. Tomorrow is the weekend. My eldest brother plans to take my sister-in-law to the beach for vacation. My fifth brother and I will also go. My eldest sister-in-law asked me to ask you if you want to go. go?"
Junjun was silent for a moment.
She wants to go.
Before she became blind, she loved the sea and went out to fish. Her mother bought a sea-view villa on the beach because of her love for the sea.
After she lost her sight, she rarely went out and naturally stopped going to the beach.
In the past, her sea-view villa was very lively, with friends and classmates meeting to go to sea and basically living in her home, but now it is deserted.
"If I go, I can't see if it will drag you down."
Junjun said softly.
Even though she is used to living in the dark, there are still many things she cannot do.
No matter who goes out with her, they must take care of her.
"How is that possible, Junjun, let's come together. Aunt Lan really hopes that you can live like a normal person and have a normal social life." After receiving the request from Fifth Brother's eyes, Junyan tried her best to persuade Junjun to follow They went to the beach together for the weekend.
After thinking about it for a while, Junjun finally couldn't resist the temptation of his love for the seaside, and said with a chuckle: "If Brother Junhao doesn't dislike me being a light bulb, then I will go with you."
"You are not the only one who is the light bulb. Fifth Brother, I, and Mu Mu are the super light bulbs."
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Junjun laughs.
Mumu¡¯s light bulb is still on for a long time.
After sitting for a while, the Jun brother and sister got up and left.
When Jun Che left, he had already drank several pots of tea.
He can't sleep tonight. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com