Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Chapter 374

Yang Fan suddenly felt that tonight was not so wonderful anymore.

When Diwu Ming placed her arm on his shoulder, he really felt like a little lamb being targeted by a big bad wolf.

He had thought that Diwu Ming would simply exchange pleasantries, have a couple of drinks, and then leave.

But this woman, who claimed to be very busy, actually sat down directly.

And she sat right next to Yang Fan, acting as if they were very familiar with each other.

"Fanzi, little brother, guess how the business you introduced me to last time turned out?" Diwu Ming, swaying her wine glass, asked Yang Fan with a grin.

Old Zhou just glanced at them and wasn’t too curious about it.

"I think it should be okay," Yang Fan said after a moment’s thought.

From what he understood about the situation at Liu Sanleng’s place, it wasn’t exactly a gold mine,

but it should have yielded a decent profit.

"You guessed wrong," Diwu Ming waved her slender finger at Yang Fan and said with a mysterious smile, "Guess again!"

"Then it must be very good," Yang Fan said.

Having Diwu Ming’s arm on his shoulder made him feel stiflingly hot.

It was as if the faintly scented warmth from Diwu Ming’s body was pressing down on him entirely.

Yang Fan had felt this kind of burning tension before when he was close to his sister-in-law.

But now it had been a long time since he had felt this sensation.

He couldn’t believe it was being triggered today by Diwu Ming.

It was really damn maddening.

"You guessed right! Come on, let’s celebrate, have another!" Diwu Ming joyfully raised her glass again.

Yang Fan: ...

"Boss Diwu, this..."

"Call me Sister Ming, our relationship isn’t that distant, right?" Diwu Ming laughed, "Now, how should I put it, it should be like relatives on top of relatives, right? We still have a long way to go."

Yang Fan’s forehead veins were nearly popping out, what kind of reasoning was this.

It was more chaotic than his troubled thoughts.

"Sister Ming," Yang Fan reluctantly responded, raising his glass and clinking it with Diwu Ming’s again.

The awkwardness made him almost dig his toes into the ground enough to outline a four-bedroom apartment.

Old Zhou, watching from the side, had eyes that gleamed like a thousand-watt bulb.

After putting the glass down, Diwu Ming finally smiled satisfactorily.

Meeting her gaze, Yang Fan instantly felt that wolfish glare on a helpless lamb even more distinctly.

This woman... Had she taken the wrong medicine today?

"Sister Ming, are you quite free now?" Yang Fan finally couldn’t help but ask.

Being stared at by Diwu Ming as if he were a little snack made him extremely uncomfortable, almost making his hair stand on end.

"I am indeed quite free right now. Why? Are you not welcoming me?" Diwu Ming’s expression suddenly turned somber.

Yang Fan actually saw a look of grievance on her face.

This...

He really couldn’t take it anymore.

Come on, sister, please don’t act like this!

"Of course I welcome you, I was just asking casually," Yang Fan said, trying to stand firm.

"On your turf, would it be proper for me to say I’m not welcome?"

"Proper, how could it not be proper? Now you are like God here, whatever you say, I have to listen," Diwu Ming looked at Yang Fan with a deep gaze, her lips curled in a faint smile, with an ambiguous expression as she watched him.

"So, you really don’t welcome me?"

"No, no, there’s absolutely no such thing," Yang Fan hurriedly said.

Diwu Ming looked at Yang Fan with a smile and lifted her glass again.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and quietly gave Old Zhou a look.

Old Zhou spread his hands, immediately raised his glass, and turned towards the girl next to him.

Yang Fan: ...

"Since you welcome me, then join me for a drink," Diwu Ming said with a smile.

Yang Fan had no choice but to reluctantly raise his glass again.

He was certain, this woman must have taken the wrong medication today; something was off.

"What’s with you? Why do you seem so guilty? Bring out that ruthlessness you used on me last time. It’s just a drink with me, what’s there to be nervous about?" Diwu Ming said with a light laugh.

Yang Fan’s heart skipped a beat. Right, what am I nervous about?

It’s just a drink. Why should I be nervous?

Yang Fan felt like he had trapped himself in a dead end, awkwardly at a loss here.

Diwu Ming wasn’t going to eat him anyway. He might as well just go with the flow.

"Sister Ming, this one’s to you!" Yang Fan’s spirits rallied, and he proactively clinked glasses with Diwu Ming.

Diwu Ming’s gaze held a strong challenge as she lightly smiled and clinked glasses with Yang Fan.

After finishing the drink, she suddenly leaned over, whispering in Yang Fan’s ear, "You don’t need to pick any of the girls here later; I have other arrangements for you, all top quality for you to try something fresh."

"How fresh?" Yang Fan asked.

After stabilizing his mood, he felt much more at ease.

"Extremely fresh. In our little town, you should be the first one to taste that kind of fat crab," Diwu Ming said with a secretive smile, "Have fun later, and all you need to do afterward is give me some feedback."

Yang Fan’s eyes shot open, looking straight at Diwu Ming, "Sister Ming, you’re not talking about yourself, are you?"

It’s only fair to return the favor.

If Diwu Ming could flirt with him so bluntly, why couldn’t he flirt back?

Diwu Ming paused for a moment, then suddenly giggled, asking softly, "Do I look like a fat crab to you?"

Yang Fan slightly tilted his head, glanced at Diwu Ming’s perky buttocks pressed against the sofa, and nodded earnestly, saying, "I think... very fat."

Diwu Ming suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, "Are you talking about my butt?"

Not only was she not annoyed, but she also very happily played along.

After changing his mindset, Yang Fan had nothing to hesitate about and nodded confidently.

Diwu Ming stood up, turned to look at her round and perky buttocks, and even lifted them up with both hands.

After sitting back down, she shook her head, saying, "I think you’re not seeing right, my butt isn’t fat."

"Any fatter wouldn’t be good. I think that buttocks of yours would be the most comfortable kind from behind," Yang Fan said bluntly, looking straight into Diwu Ming’s eyes, escalating the topic.

You play your move, I’ll play mine.

Since she dared to flirt with him so openly, his reciprocal flirting was only natural.

"Do you want to try it?" Diwu Ming’s captivating red lips came close to Yang Fan’s ear, her breath as fragrant as orchid, and she asked in a soft and fluttery voice.

Her words were deliberate, her voice soft and elusive.

Yang Fan turned his head to meet Diwu Ming’s eyes, filled with allure, and firmly said, "Yes!"

Diwu Ming giggled, "Little brother, you want to play with me, huh? It won’t be that easy, you know."

"I like powerful men, men who can conquer me; do you think you can?"

"I can’t say about other things, but I think if it’s in bed, I can definitely conquer you!" Yang Fan said without hesitation.