Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Chapter 343

Yang Fan unabashedly poured all his energy into Gao Lanlan.

The movements were rough, bringing a torrent of pleasure.

This must be the charm of a married woman.

Although being with Yang Yuan, a gorgeous young girl, was extremely pleasant, the only drawback was that she was somewhat reserved.

But with Gao Lanlan and Li Jia, he didn’t need to hold back at all.

He could do whatever he wanted, and they could handle any position.

In the midst of intense moaning, Yang Fan poured himself unreservedly into the very depths of Li Jia.

Outside the window, the sound of rain was dense, and the room was filled with heavy panting and dripping with sweat.

Whether it was Gao Lanlan or Li Jia, after finishing, their bodies were covered with fine beads of sweat, their faces flushed as if they had just come out of a sauna.

"Fanzi, you were too fierce, almost killed me," Gao Lanlan said with a satisfied smile, pulling Yang Fan’s head to rest on her smooth thighs.

"I’m in good form today; usually, I wouldn’t go this far," Yang Fan said casually.

He had drunk a cup of that medicinal liquor before he left, but just one cup didn’t seem to have that strong an effect.

The time he had just spent was not much different from usual.

"You call this ’good form’?" Gao Lanlan giggled, then turned to ask Li Jia, "Your Old Fu surely isn’t this fierce, right?"

Yang Fan suddenly couldn’t help but laugh.

What skills does Old Fu have? Don’t you know?

Li Jia pouted, "Him? I can’t even bother to talk about him anymore. He always smells nice but performs worse and worse in bed. We haven’t done it in a long time; now it’s more like we’re just roommates, just going through the motions."

Yang Fan reached out and grabbed Li Jia’s obviously enlarged breasts, kneading them at will, and casually asked, "What has Old Fu been busy with recently? It sounds like he’s quite relaxed."

"Yin Yang mine? What kind of relaxation is that for him? He never talks about what he’s doing, but he gives me some money now and then. The more he acts like this, the more I feel he’s up to no good!" Li Jia said, shaking her head.

"Why would I Yin Yang you? I just think it sounds like he’s having an easy time," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

In fact, he really suspected that Fu Xuebing had turned to selling his body.

All the signs pointed exactly to that.

"Don’t know, but it does look pretty relaxed. He goes out every few days and comes back with some money. If you ask him, he’s all secretive and doesn’t tell, well, actually, he once said it was something to do with ’public relations,’" Li Jia said.

Public relations, that’s indeed a somewhat unfamiliar term to the villagers.

But Yang Fan understood it quite well.

If that’s what Fu Xuebing truly said, then he’s likely been keeping company with rich women.

Are the rich women in Xin’an now playing so wildly?

"Let’s stop talking about Old Fu. Let’s enjoy the moment. Fanzi, do you have the strength for another round?" Gao Lanlan caressed Yang Fan’s robust chest, suddenly asking in a coy manner.

Yang Fan’s eyebrows shot up; her addiction was a bit fierce.

They had just finished, and she was already thinking about another round?

"I have the strength, but I might not have the time; there’s something at home," Yang Fan found an excuse.

Having another round wouldn’t really bother him.

But he had forgotten to report when he left home, and also, with such heavy rain today, being at Gao Lanlan’s for a long time might make Little Mother and sister-in-law suspicious. If this raised some doubts, it wouldn’t be so wonderful.

"What could be at your home that’s more important than what we have right here?" Gao Lanlan muttered somewhat resentfully.

"The matter that got Little Mother all misunderstood, which could have been deadly for me," Yang Fan said with a sigh. "I told Little Mother I was stepping out to buy cigarettes. If it takes too long, she might get really suspicious."

Gao Lanlan suddenly fell silent.

Li Jia burst into laughter. "Just like that, huh? You think we all work like you? Fanzi takes too long and it’s inconvenient; I’m inconvenienced too."

Gao Lanlan muttered, somewhat reluctantly, "Alright then."

Reluctantly parting from the soft plumpness of Li Jia, Yang Fan rolled out of bed. "Are you coming with me?"

Li Jia shook her head. "You better go first. If we both go back together, that will really stir things up."

"Alright," Yang Fan nodded and quickly dressed himself.

With an infatuated gaze, Gao Lanlan watched Yang Fan and said, "Fanzi, when Little Jia comes over tonight, I’ll message you. Plan ahead and don’t let it hold you up."

"Sure," Yang Fan nodded happily.

He quite liked this arrangement.

Holding up his umbrella, Yang Fan left the convenience store.

The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping, and the streets were nearly turning into rivers.

Wading through the water, alternating between deep and shallow steps, he arrived at his doorstep just to see Little Mother standing like a guardian at the gate, her gaze lifting to the sky.

When she saw Yang Fan come in, her eyes fixated on him like sharp blades. "Where have you been?" she demanded.

Yang Fan jumped, startled by her piercing gaze and instantly worried something was amiss with him.

"I..."

Before Yang Fan could say more, Zhou Wenhui ruthlessly cut him off. "With such heavy rain, why weren’t you just staying at home? No matter how urgent making money is, it can’t be done in just a moment. What’s the rush for half a day or a day?"

Yang Fan felt a huge relief inside. Thankfully, it seemed to be a misunderstanding.

Little Mother apparently thought he was preparing to go to town.

"No, I was just checking out the situation on the road and went to buy a pack of cigarettes," Yang Fan said.

Zhou Wenhui snorted, "What’s there to see in this weather? You definitely can’t go out, so get back inside and lie down. With such a heavy rain, don’t fuss around."

"Uh... okay," Yang Fan said with a sheepish smile.

Little Mother’s care always came as thunderous and unexpected.

Yang Fan first freshened up, cleaned up everything that needed cleaning, and then went back to lie down on his bed.

It seemed like a perfect time for a nap.

The rain continued until lunchtime when it finally started to lessen.

After eating, Yang Fan checked the road conditions. With the rains easing, most of the water had drained away, making it possible to navigate. He notified Little Mother and others, then slowly rode his tricycle to town.

He dared not go too fast on the road, as speeding up even a little would mean swallowing a lot of puddle water.

Before reaching the town, he received a call from Bai Mengzhu.

"You’re not at the shop today?"

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I went home last night," Yang Fan said.

"Does that mean I don’t have to come to work today?" Bai Mengzhu asked with a laugh.

"You can come over in the evening," Yang Fan said.

"Alright, got it, boss," she emphasized the word ’boss’ heavily.