Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Chapter 351

After meeting with Zhao Wu, Yang Fan switched to Zhao Wu’s double cab seat.

Yang Fan had planned to sit in the passenger seat at first, but when he got into the car, Zhao Wu started winking and gesturing at him, so Yang Fan instantly understood.

Pan Xiaoxia was in the back row!

After getting into the car, Yang Fan was stupefied.

What surprised him was not how elaborately dressed Pan Xiaoxia was that day, but that Zhao Wu had actually installed a glass partition in the back row.

He welded an iron frame behind the front seats and fitted an entire pane of glass onto it, even adding a curtain.

Once the curtain was drawn, the two rows of seats were divided into two separate spaces.

The back row was completely private and looked just like a small room.

This wasn’t installed especially for this occasion, was it?

He had only used the car a few times; surely Zhao Wu wouldn’t have been that idle, right?

But... it looked like it was specifically installed no matter how you looked at it.

"Did you ask him to do this?" Pan Xiaoxia, meticulously made up, raised an eyebrow and asked with some incredulity.

Yang Fan responded with a wry smile, "You’re giving me too much credit. Why would I ask him to do something like this? I got a jump scare when I saw it just now!"

"Don’t deny it, you two, have never been serious to begin with," Pan Xiaoxia huffed lightly.

Yang Fan immediately cried foul, tapped on the glass, and shouted to Zhao Wu, "Old Fifth, what is this thing for?"

Zhao Wu turned his head with a big grin, flashing his white teeth, but then gestured at Yang Fan that he couldn’t hear anything.

Yang Fan was really puzzled; the sound insulation couldn’t be that exaggerated, could it?

Soon after, Zhao Wu made a phone call.

Yang Fan answered the phone with an expression of disbelief, "Old Fifth, why did you install this glass panel?"

Zhao Wu smiled broadly, "It’s for convenience in resting, I feel safer in a small space, and it’s more private. Like when I’m hauling goods, I often don’t have a place to stay and end up sleeping in the truck. Eventually, I thought it over and made this thing."

"Behind that seat can be raised, there are snap buckles on the side, and it becomes a perfect little bed with just a click."

This explanation was somewhat passable.

If it had been especially prepared for Yang Fan, then according to Pan Xiaoxia’s words, it would indeed seem a bit indecent.

"It does look pretty good," Yang Fan said, "then let’s set off early, no other issues."

Talking on the phone separated by this iron lattice and glass made him feel extremely awkward.

He always had this feeling akin to either him or Zhao Wu being inside, and the other was visiting.

"You guys rest first, with a blink of an eye, we’ll cover two hundred kilometers," Zhao Wu gave Yang Fan a meaningful look and hung up the phone.

Yang Fan felt embarrassed; this time, he really hadn’t planned on doing anything with Pan Xiaoxia in the car.

Last time it was an irrepressible impulse, but this time they were both prepared to not return for the night, leaving him the whole evening with Pan Xiaoxia, enough time to explore all her moves.

However, Zhao Wu really did seem a bit improper.

The melancholic prince of trucks... such thoughts truly did not suit his melancholic image.

Afterwards, Ma Baoyu’s car led the way, with Zhao Wu’s truck following behind, as they got onto the highway together.

"You heard that too, this really has nothing to do with me; he did it for the convenience of sleeping," Yang Fan said.

Pan Xiaoxia’s eyes carried a playful smile as she glanced sideways at Yang Fan, "That just means he’s not serious."

"I agree with that statement," Yang Fan said with a smile, his gaze openly roamed over Pan Xiaoxia’s body.

A pale blue spaghetti strap dress, her long black straight hair cascading down, the whole person looked both pure and tempting.

This dress perfectly showcased her figure’s curves, accentuating plumpness where it should, and slimness in all the right places. Especially since the dress was overly simple, it made those two mounds particularly eye-catching.

A glimpse of snow-white skin hinted at a bottomless ravine, enough to make Yang Fan’s eyes stick there and never come out, it was so dry his tongue was panting, his blood was pumping.

"What are you looking at?" Pan Xiaoxia asked with annoyance as she glanced at Yang Fan.

"Admiring my granary," Yang Fan chuckled, unapologetically.

Pan Xiaoxia spat lightly, "Tch, shameless, do you think you can get anything to eat? Calling it a granary!"

"Yes, it can give me absolute satisfaction, so they are my granary," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Pan Xiaoxia’s cheeks flushed, "You wish, I’m not giving in."

Yang Fan moved closer to Pan Xiaoxia and casually asked, "How have you been recently?"

"Fine, without your disturbances, my days have been peaceful," Pan Xiaoxia answered.

Yang Fan chuckled, this girl sure harbored some grievances.

His right hand quietly wrapped around Pan Xiaoxia’s slender waist, pressing half his body against hers, and said, "Business seems tough lately, doesn’t it?"

Pan Xiaoxia turned her head with a glare at Yang Fan and said through gritted teeth, "If you want to touch, just touch, don’t make so much idle talk. It’s annoying to listen to, and you even expect me to seriously think about answering you. Are you sincerely asking about business? I can’t even be bothered to expose you."

Yang Fan laughed, "Since you’re so forthcoming, I won’t be polite then."

He drew the curtain, turning the backseat into a completely private space, and then placed his hand brazenly on Pan Xiaoxia’s tender twin mounds.

"That’s more like it. If you want to do something, be straightforward about it; beating around the bush isn’t generous at all," Pan Xiaoxia said.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh, "I was just afraid you’d beat me to death."

"I really do want to beat you to death, but..." Pan Xiaoxia’s beautiful eyes shifted, and she suddenly turned to bite Yang Fan’s ear softly, whispering, "It all depends on your skills. If you can satisfy me, I might consider not killing you."

"But if you make me uncomfortable, I’m definitely going to hurt you, cripple all your three legs."

Yang Fan chuckled, "Okay, okay, then just wait and see, I’ll make you cry for daddy and yell for papa."

"If I’m satisfied, I’ll even call you grandpa," Pan Xiaoxia countered without backing down.

After not seeing her for many days, she seemed to have become even more unrestrained.

Her words were surprisingly devoid of shyness.

Could it be that a woman’s shyness is only present the first time, and afterward, it becomes a matter of course?

Yang Fan now truly doubted this.

Because among the women he had met, Pan Xiaoxia was not unique.

Reaching into her neckline, Yang Fan grabbed onto that pair of soft, white fullness.

The hot weather made them feel slightly sweaty and thus somewhat slippery.

After playing with the left one inside for a while, Yang Fan pulled down the strap of Pan Xiaoxia’s dress from her shoulder, and extracted the left mound fully into view. The moment it appeared, it seemed as though the whole car was filled with an added measure of whiteness.

"How come I feel like they’ve gotten a lot bigger?" Yang Fan asked.

"They have gotten bigger; it looks ugly," Pan Xiaoxia said with a faint blush on her cheeks and a light huff.