Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 218 Investment

Chapter 218: Chapter 218 Investment

For Yang Fan, everything here was actually new and unexperienced.

When this door opened, it also opened a new world to him.

After Xiao An had settled down, Yang Fan also took a seat, gently leaned forward, and slid into Xiao An’s wet path, stretching the tight confines of the Golden Valley.

"Ah..."

Xiao An moaned melodiously, grabbing the armrests below her.

Under Yang Fan’s smooth thrusts, her supple body swayed rhythmically like a boat tossed by the waves, especially her full, quivering breasts, heaving and churning with each movement.

Yang Fan was really curious, who was the genius that designed this thing?

This guy truly understood the ins and outs of men and women.

Although this octopus-like chair might look odd, it was indeed very practical.

Not to mention that it conserved effort, but it also freed up both hands.

Yang Fan could not only sit but could also play with Xiao An’s trembling fullness with his hands.

The sensation was truly novel and stimulating.

While Yang Fan kept Xiaoqing bustling around him, her activities more frantic than Xiao An’s.

One moment, she would use her petite mouth to wander all over Yang Fan’s body.

The next, she would navigate her slippery fullness behind Yang Fan, and then switch to her buttocks.

In short, she tried all manners of ways to stimulate Yang Fan.

"Ah ah ah..."

Xiao An’s high-pitched moans mixed with Xiaoqing’s soft whimpers. Their harmonized crescendo inflamed Yang Fan’s passions even more, as if a myriad of vigor surged within him, powering his relentless drive in and out of Xiao An’s Golden Valley.

Their cooperation brought immense pleasure to Yang Fan, attending to almost every sense he could possibly savor.

Such enjoyment made him fall in love with it almost instantaneously.

"Ah ah ah... little brother, give it to me, all of it, pour it inside me," Xiao An cried out, just as Yang Fan began to feel the signs of nearing his limit, she had already proclaimed her anticipation.

Her judgment was even more precise than Yang Fan’s.

The squelching sounds grew more intense, and the slapping noises became exceptionally distinct.

"Ah..." Yang Fan grabbed onto Xiao An’s slender waist, and let out a stifled groan.

In an instant, release came pouring forth.

Xiao An wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and chuckled, "Little brother, you’re amazing. Luckily, there are two of us. If it were just me alone, I definitely would have been wrecked by you today."

"I can’t believe that compliment," Yang Fan laughed.

Having been entered by numerous people in a day, could he really wreck her in just two goes?

However, despite the insincerity, such flattery was still very pleasing to hear.

"Really, little brother, you are too powerful, you’ve made me swollen. If you continued for another half hour, I might have to pay extra just to beg you to stop." Xiao An giggled, "I’m not exaggerating one bit."

"Little brother, the water temperature is just right now; why don’t you take a soak first and rest a bit?" Xiaoqing tested the water in the bathtub, then came over and helped Yang Fan clean up the aftermath while suggesting.

Yang Fan nodded in agreement, and after getting cleaned up, he stepped into the bathtub.

Comfortably lying back, all his pores seemed to open up in pleasure.

Old Zhou really has his reasons for remembering this place!

Luckily, he doesn’t have much money, otherwise he would probably come here every other day to relax.

Getting pampered until completely satisfied, served like ancient nobility, who wouldn’t enjoy that?

"Young man, is the water temperature okay?" Xiaoqing asked attentively.

Yang Fan nodded, "Just right."

"Then you soak for a while, we’ll tidy up, and come back to keep you company in the bath," Xiaoqing said with a smile.

After instructing him, the two girls left for the outer room.

Yang Fan didn’t pay attention to what they were up to, and simply closed his eyes to quietly savor the comfort of the moment.

After the treatment, taking a bath felt incredibly great.

It made Yang Fan consider getting one for his own home.

Not long after, footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.

Thinking it was Xiaoqing and her companion returning, Yang Fan didn’t react and continued to enjoy himself.

Suddenly, he heard a chuckle nearby, "Looks like you’re quite comfortable, huh?"

Yang Fan abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Zhang Yulan and Xiao Liu standing at the edge of the tub, smiling.

"Indeed, it’s very comfortable. Why don’t you join me?" Yang Fan invited with a smile.

After all, it was Zhang Yulan who suggested today’s plan, so he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Zhang Yulan quickly glanced outside, then made a shushing gesture and whispered, "We’ve just come to check on you and discuss that matter, we have a card game with Diwu Ming later."

"But isn’t it possible this could lead to misunderstandings, the two of you coming in like this?" Yang Fan remarked.

He was lying there naked in the tub—if Diwu Ming found out, how could she not suspect something about their relationship? How could a woman with the nickname of a shrew be foolish?

Zhang Yulan shook her head and said, "It’s nothing, we haven’t done anything. What can they misconstrue?"

Yang Fan gave a wry smile, "But my current state..."

"No worries, we’re just standing by, not crawling in to chat with you," Zhang Yulan said, her eyes intently and boldly fixating on Yang Fan’s physique, which quivered with the ripples.

Still, Yang Fan felt like she was fooling herself.

"I’d better get dressed so we can talk."

Yang Fan leaped out of the tub and casually donned the disposable bathrobe that was placed aside.

"Sister Yulan, what was the matter you mentioned just now?" Yang Fan asked.

Zhang Yulan spoke seriously, "Diwu Ming has agreed, but it’s a bit different from our initial plan."

"To use her money for her affairs, and then take an extra two to three million for ourselves—that won’t sit well with her, will it?" Yang Fan said.

Yang Fan thought the issue wouldn’t be so simple to deal with.

The extra two to three million should be enough for Diwu Ming to circumvent any direct contact and get through some tough barriers to interfere with Zhang Yulan.

She might even have half left over.

"She agreed, but she also offered a benefit that I couldn’t easily refuse, so I gave in," Zhang Yulan said. "Listen first, and if you object, we can discuss it again with her."

"With the current deal, you would roughly get eight hundred thousand, which is far less than we anticipated. What do you think... is it too little?"

Yang Fan found the situation both ludicrous and exasperating as he gestured, "Sis, how can I look down on eight hundred thousand? Plus, I really can’t take this money. You’re directly giving me a fortune, and it seriously makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Investment, not a handout!" Zhang Yulan declared.