Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 373

Old Zhou found an excuse to drink and truly set up a lavish drinking party with Yang Fan.

However, around the two of them were six or seven young girls.

In taking care of Old Zhou, a regular customer, Guan Ping was indeed very considerate; the girls she selected were all lightly or heavily made-up as appropriate, each beautiful, and roughly in their twenties.

Together, this flock of charming girls was a sight to behold, pleasing to the eye.

Yang Fan was no longer a stranger to this place and didn’t have any issue letting loose.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; although he wasn’t as seasoned as Old Zhou, he was acting quite naturally.

Here a touch, there a grab, amidst the delicate coquettish complaints, there was a hint of frolicking in a flower garden.

"Fanzi, come, let’s have a drink," Old Zhou said, raising his glass.

Under the eager attentions of two young girls, Yang Fan lifted his cup.

"Fanzi, have you not fully experienced the services here?" Old Zhou, lighting a cigarette, suddenly asked.

"I have experienced them," Yang Fan said.

"What you had doesn’t count, hastily doing it in the bathroom. That’s not all they offer here," Old Zhou said with a laugh. "Don’t go home tonight. Later on, enjoy the full experience here; I guarantee it’ll be so good you won’t want to leave."

Yang Fan had indeed experienced it, but not during a visit with Old Zhou.

It was that time he came with Zhang Yulan.

While they were negotiating business, he was here chatting about life.

That entire process indeed gave one the feeling of not wanting to return to the mundane world.

Now, looking back, Yang Fan felt as if it was all unfolding before his eyes, vivid and clear.

"Handsome brother, choose me later, okay?" said the young girl with brown contact lenses next to Yang Fan, her voice dripping with sweetness.

She held Yang Fan’s arm and gently swayed it, then pouted her lips, nuzzling his arm like a kitten.

Her docile and sweet demeanor made Yang Fan think ahead to exactly how he would take her later on.

"Are you willing to go with me?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

"Of course, I am willing, handsome brother. My skills are really good; you should try," cooed the young girl. "The stuff I do on top, and the bottom too, I promise after you play with me once, you’ll want to pick me every time."

"Is it really that good? I feel like you might just be boasting," Yang Fan teased with a smile.

The young girl pouted, "Brother, you’ll know if you try, and if it’s not good, we can switch halfway."

Yang Fan was just joking, anyway.

So, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Then I’ll pick you later. What’s your name?"

"I’m called Xiao Bai," the young girl said immediately, her voice full of excitement.

"Really that white?" Yang Fan asked with a mischievous smile.

Xiao Bai leaned into Yang Fan’s ear and whispered, "I’m white everywhere, handsome brother. Do you want to see?"

Yang Fan nodded emphatically, "Come on, let me sneak a peek."

Xiao Bai playfully hit Yang Fan lightly, "Handsome brother, you’re so bad. How can we look here? I’ll show you later. Once the room is ready, you can look however you want."

"But I want to see now," Yang Fan insisted playfully.

Xiao Bai shook her head, "There are so many people here, I’m shy."

"What’s there to be shy about? It’s just the two of us; everyone else is your sister," Yang Fan said.

"But I’d still be shy," Xiao Bai muttered softly.

Just at that moment, the private room door swung open, and Diwu Ming entered with two bottles of red wine in hand.

"Boss Zhou, Boss Yang, I got caught up for a bit there and couldn’t welcome you right away. I hope you don’t mind!"

Smiling, Diwu Ming placed the red wine on the table.

She still maintained her carefree demeanor, with short gray hair, and wore a set of earrings that seemed effortlessly elegant. She was dressed in a perfectly fitting black suit.

However, her suit was only suit-like in its design; it didn’t really adhere to the typical conventions of a suit at all.

The material was very thin, almost silky, beneath which was a white wrap top that accentuated her quite lifted bosom, which was particularly noticeable as she walked, and even more so was her choice of shorts for bottoms.

Her overall style was androgynous, yet it boldly emphasized her graceful figure.

Yang Fan was a bit overwhelmed by such a reception.

"Boss Diwu, how could we deserve such personal attention from you?" Old Zhou chuckled.

After Diwu Ming personally opened the red wine and poured a glass for each of them, she said with a smile, "You guys are my regular customers; I should definitely greet you in person. It just so happened I was tied up with some things just now, making me look like I’m too late to the party."

"So, I’ll punish myself with a drink."

Diwu Ming filled her glass to the brim with red wine, tilted her head back, and downed it in one gulp. She then wiped the wine stain from the corner of her mouth with great flair, turned her glass upside down to signal she had finished, and said with a laugh, "My apologies are acceptable, aren’t they? Bosses!"

"Oh my, Boss Diwu, you’re going to flatter me to death! That was too fast, I can’t let you apologize like that. Just coming over was thoughtful enough," said Old Zhou. "No way, I need to keep up with Boss Diwu."

Watching the two of them enter the mode of mutual business flattery, Yang Fan’s expression became somewhat dumbfounded.

So, should he join in as well?

As he was pondering this, Old Zhou said, "Fanzi, come on, let’s both toast to Boss Diwu."

Yang Fan had no choice but to stand up and join the toast.

He didn’t really fit into this kind of atmosphere, feeling a bit out of his element.

After finishing the drink, Diwu Ming naturally draped her arm over Yang Fan’s shoulder and said with a laugh, "Little brother Fanzi, you can handle your drink! How about another one with your sister?"

Yang Fan forced a smile, "My tolerance isn’t that good, a few more glasses and I’ll probably hit my limit."

"Too much modesty is showing off, you know." Diwu Ming smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.

She filled up another glass and handed it over to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan watched as his own glass was taken away, his expression a mix of confusion.

What’s going on now!

"How about we drink cross-armed?" Diwu Ming asked, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Yeah, of course, we must cross arms!" Old Zhou shouted, stirring things up from the side.

Yang Fan felt so awkward he could practically peel his own scalp off. Old Zhou, did you lose your sharp eyesight underfoot?

Could you not see that this lady is toying with me?

Diwu Ming looked at Yang Fan with a smile, and with a slight bend of her arm, stretched it out towards him.

Despite feeling speechless, Yang Fan resigned himself to crossing his arm with hers and taking the drink.

He wondered what had gotten into this woman all of a sudden, to start flirting with him like this.

"Little brother Fanzi, does my wine taste better?" Diwu Ming asked with a grin.

Yang Fan knew she was referring to the act of drinking from her glass.

"Indeed, it’s good wine." Yang Fan felt compelled to play along, feigning misunderstanding, and replied somewhat ambiguously.