Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Chapter 267

Yang Fan opened his eyes and stared out of the window, his mind as blank as if he had traveled through time.

What was he doing yesterday?

Oh, the grand opening.

And then what?

Oh, drinking.

And then?

That’s it!

His vacant gaze slowly drifted downwards, landing on the woman beside him wearing only a black camisole.

Who is this... and why is she sleeping in the same bed as him?!

Yang Fan propped himself up and glanced at the woman sleeping on her side. When he saw her face, he... froze.

At the same time, he bit down hard on his back teeth, inhaling sharply.

He seemed to have... broken a cardinal sin!

This woman was none other than Little Mother.

It was Little Mother!!

And she was wearing so little, just a black camisole and a pair of dark red panties.

Yang Fan grabbed his hair tightly, wanting to know what exactly had happened yesterday?

How did he get home, and how did he end up in bed with Little Mother.

Everyone’s clothes were intact, so probably, possibly, nothing happened right?

Just then, Zhou Wenhui turned over and lay flat on her back, "You’re awake?"

Yang Fan jumped in alarm, nearly diving into the wall.

He nodded repeatedly, "Little Mother, how come... how did we... end up like this?"

Zhou Wenhui propped herself up on her elbow, stretching languidly.

As she moved, two mounds as white and tender as snow swelled up from her camisole, and the slightly pink little buds teasingly explored the edges of the trim.

She pulled her arm back and looked at Yang Fan with a half-smile, "You were so wasted, yet you were still restless. Now, you tell me what we should do about it?"

"Ah?!"

Yang Fan was stunned, "Little Mother, don’t scare me, please. Did we really... you know?"

Zhou Wenhui’s eyelids fluttered slightly as she nodded, "I didn’t know you still had so much strength when you were drunk. You pressed down on me so hard I couldn’t breathe. In the end, I couldn’t resist you, so we just... went ahead with it..."

Yang Fan was dumbfounded.

His already blank mind became even emptier.

He had actually done that to Little Mother...

Even animals might now consider him a brother in arms.

Now, Yang Fan had no idea what to do.

"Little Mother, about this matter, what do you think... we should do?" Yang Fan said with a mournful face, "I really didn’t mean for it to happen."

"I know you didn’t do it on purpose, if you did, I would have killed you already!" Zhou Wenhu said irritably, "Let’s just leave it at that, what else can we do? Are you planning to compensate me for my clothes?"

"Huh?!"

Yang Fan’s heavy eyelids suddenly opened wide, "Little Mother, did you say clothes?"

"Yes, what else did you think I was talking about?" Zhou Wenhu sat up, "You can’t handle your liquor, yet you insist on drinking. Never mind making yourself miserable, you even vomited all over my clothes. I even brought you a trash can, but you still had to cling to me and throw up on me, retching."

"The smell of that digested alcohol you vomited, I cleaned the room twice over before it was completely clean!"

Yang Fan wiped his face in embarrassment, "I was really thrown into a pit by Old Zhou yesterday. I was planning to trap him, but it almost ended up being the death of me. I don’t even know how I got back afterwards."

"That’s the type of person who’s truly ruthless. Drinking with him and you’re bound for trouble. You may not notice it on normal days, but with his big business, could his social drinking be rare? I bet he was the champion drinker in his youth," Zhou Wenhu shook her head, "With your little skills, I guess he was still going easy on you."

"We carried you back, what did you think, that you walked back by yourself?"

Yang Fan was so embarrassed at that moment.

Yesterday’s incident made him embarrassed, and the current situation was also making him embarrassed.

Little Mother was only wearing a tank top and shorts. As she sat up, it was like a tumultuous wave right in front of his eyes, a secret wonder of the world clearly in view. Yang Fan couldn’t help but look; his gaze had nowhere to hide.

"Little Mother, where are the others?" Yang Fan asked, pinching his nose.

Zhou Wenhu looked deeply at Yang Fan, "Old Zhou got taken home by his wife, and Fu Xuebing was picked up by a woman too. Speaking of which, that woman seems really good to Fu Xuebing, though she’s a bit on the heavier side, she’s pretty gentle."

"Uh..." Yang Fan asked, "It wasn’t Li Jia who picked him up?"

"No, it was a plump woman, wearing gold and silver. She looks quite well-off, spoke softly, and even called Fu Xuebing ’baby’. I think their relationship must be complicated," Zhou Wenhu said, shaking her head and wagging her finger.

Yang Fan cleared his throat, "Little Mother, let’s not talk about this outside, to avoid any confrontation next door."

Fu Xuebing was not being honest, Yang had noticed it long ago.

In fact, Yang Fan even suspected that what Fu Xuebing was involved in might be some scheme to charm wealthy women.

Zhou Wenhu laughed lightly, "Do you think I’m that foolish? How could I possibly talk about such a thing? But I just don’t understand, Li Jia is tall, and looks fine to me. She may not be enchantingly beautiful, but she’s definitely an attractive woman."

"Why doesn’t Fu Xuebing cherish Li Jia and instead flirts with that kind of woman, who has half of her weight in body oil and a face that turns people off? What exactly is he after?"

"Probably after money," Yang Fan said somberly.

Other people’s tastes were beyond his clarity.

Just like Old Zhou, he’s so wealthy, but he isn’t picky about food as long as it’s barely edible.

Who can really make sense of that?

Zhou Wenhu shook her head, "I can’t understand it, it bothers me just to think about it."

"Has my sister-in-law gone home?" Yang Fan changed the subject.

He really wanted to know under what circumstances he ended up sleeping with Little Mother last night.

"She went home," Zhou Wenhu said casually, stretching her neck, "You were totally wasted, obviously someone had to take care of you. Neither your sister-in-law nor I staying here would be appropriate. And to have Fourth Aunt and her daughter come over would be even less proper, right? So, we discussed it and decided that I should stay. After all, we are slightly related by marriage, so no one can say anything."

Yang Fan nodded, glancing at the fair and full curves of Little Mother that kept popping out from time to time, and said, "Little Mother, maybe you should put on some clothes first, this look of yours is really affecting my state of mind."

On hearing this, Zhou Wenhu looked down at herself, "What’s wrong with how I look? Is something showing? If you don’t look, isn’t that problem solved? You completely ruined my clothes yesterday; I don’t even know if they’re dry yet. Just perfect, you can go out and check for me."

Yang Fan was immediately mortified.

Only a fierce Little Mother could put it so indisputably.

He didn’t want to look, but his eyes had nowhere to hide.

A casual glance would either reveal Little Mother’s Golden Valley, squeezed into near perfect definition by the shorts, or catch a glimpse of a bouncy and full pair. Unless he turned his neck towards the wall to speak with Little Mother.