Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Chapter 425

Yang Fan and his two companions were almost at the cashier when they happened to run into Diwu Ming and Guan Ping coming around from another corridor, meeting on a narrow path. On spotting Yang Fan, Diwu Ming’s eyes flashed with the gleam of a wolf spotting a sheep.

"Fanzi, Mr. Zhou, you’re here to support my business again today!"

Diwu Ming quickly took a few steps forward, asking with a smile.

Yang Fan shrank his neck, then forcibly put on an unconcerned expression and said, "Old Zhou isn’t in a good mood today, wants to cheer up with Sister Ming, Old Zhao and I are just tagging along."

"Is that so," Diwu Ming smiled and looked at Zhao Wu, "Is this your first time here, boss?"

"First time, I just run a freight business, I’m not worthy of being called a boss. If not for Boss Zhou generously treating today, I wouldn’t have had the chance to come to such a fancy place," Zhao Wu said very honestly.

For some reason, this melancholic little prince of the trucking world seemed to have gotten shy.

His bashful demeanor made Yang Fan feel like he was watching him on a date with his first love.

Seeing him this way, Yang Fan slowly straightened his back.

One timid person was enough, not everyone could afford to be timid; otherwise, they would really look like mere accessories to Old Zhou.

"Boss Zhao is being far too modest. Our doors are always open for you if you wish. Whatever you require, we can satisfy," Diwu Ming said with a smile that resembled a brilliant but deadly flower.

She was still dressed in a stunning red dress today, although not the same one Yang Fan had seen before.

This one must be what they often call the "step-mother dress" online,

A very tight, one-piece dress that hugged the buttocks, with a diagonal hem, overall grand and elegant yet also perfectly displaying Diwu Ming’s lovely curves, curvaceous both front and back.

"Boss Diwu, I’ve been unable to forget about the big horses from last time, can we arrange that again today?" Old Zhou said.

"No problem, if Mr. Zhou is here, I won’t do other business, I have to take good care of Mr. Zhou first," Diwu Ming said with a laugh.

"Xiao Guan, you go make the arrangements for Mr. Zhou and President Zhao, I need to talk to Fanzi,"

"Alright, Sister Ming!" Guan Ping nodded in response.

Old Zhou gave Yang Fan a meaningful glance and left with Zhao Wu following Guan Ping.

Yang Fan’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on Guan Ping’s buttocks again.

Those long legs, really long!

And those buttocks, really perky!

Guan Ping seemed to have a particular fondness for jeans, as Yang Fan had noticed her wearing various styles of jeans whenever he saw her.

Today she was wearing a pair of low-rise, light blue jeans, very skin-tight like yoga pants, beautifully outlining her irresistibly enticing curves, so much so that one couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Following Yang Fan’s gaze, Diwu Ming glanced over and the corners of her mouth curved into a gentle smile, "Fanzi, you’re quite the philanthropist, fancying our own Xiao Guan too?"

Yang Fan’s expression tensed slightly, and he leisurely redirected his gaze before clearing his throat and saying, "I’ve always had a terrible resistance to beautiful women. With Guan Ping having such a perky buttocks and such long, alluring legs, it’s really hard not to take a longer look."

Though he was still somewhat resistant to getting closer with Diwu Ming, he was at ease now.

"That’s true, nine out of ten customers who come to my place have thoughts about Xiao Guan, and the tenth probably does too, just doesn’t say it," Diwu Ming said with a light smile.

"Fanzi, if you really are interested, how about I give you a hand?"

"Compared to Guan Ping, I’m currently more interested in getting close to you. Can you help out with that?" Yang Fan turned his head to look at Diwu Ming.

Diwu Ming giggled, "Me? You might need to put in more effort, but Xiao Guan, maybe there’s still a chance."

"I can tell, not much hope there," Yang Fan said indifferently.

Although he had already touched Diwu Ming, the words that had sprung from Diwu Ming’s mouth still left him somewhat incredulous.

This woman seemed to be simply enjoying the thrill of fishing.

And he was that fish.

Thus, Yang Fan didn’t really take the matter to heart.

"Sister Ming, did you keep me here for something important?" Yang Fan then asked.

Diwu Ming shook her head, "Nothing serious, just suddenly felt like having a drink with you. Interested?"

"Not really interested," Yang Fan replied. "Rather than drinking, I’d prefer soaking in a bath served by two beauties and then do something more meaningful, like exploring bodily potentials."

Diwu Ming’s eyes flirtatiously slanted, "Really, you heartless guy. You touched me and still refuse to join me for a drink?"

"Given a choice, that’s definitely what I’d pick, but if you forced me to drink, I suppose I would join you," Yang Fan said, his tone far from forceful but his attitude completely haughty.

Diwu Ming burst into laughter, suddenly grabbed Yang Fan’s cheek and planted a loud kiss, "Oh, my naughty little brother, you’re going to kill me with laughter; you’re just too adorable."

Yang Fan touched the spot where Diwu Ming had just kissed him, his hand stained with a swipe of lipstick.

"Come on, then I’ll force you to drink with me!" Diwu Ming grabbed Yang Fan’s arm and pulled him into the corridor behind them.

After walking about twenty steps, Diwu Ming, seeming already drunk, led Yang Fan into a private room.

Compared to other rooms, this one was considerably quieter, the decor lacking many suggestive elements.

Overall, it looked much more respectable.

"Xiao Guan, Xiao Guan, come to Room Zero once you’re done over there. Your shift ends tonight!"

Pushing Yang Fan down onto the sofa, Diwu Ming took out a walkie-talkie and instructed.

"Roger that, Sister Ming," Guan Ping’s voice promptly responded.

"Fanzi, do you really have a thing for Xiao Guan?" Diwu Ming put down the walkie-talkie, her long pale legs straddling over Yang Fan, her eyes ensnaring Si’er as she gently grasped his shoulders and asked with a coy smile.

Yang Fan’s nerves instinctively tensed up at her action.

This woman wasn’t planning to break her own rules today, was she?

But, since he had already touched all there was to touch, Yang Fan wasn’t about to back down. He extended his hands to hold Diwu Ming’s slender waist and said, "Like I just said, my resistance to beautiful women is quite weak. Like right now, this posture of yours is already making me want to undress."

Diwu Ming giggled, "Then go on, undress."

"But I’m afraid you might snap it off in one go," Yang Fan said, sniffing.

Diwu Ming’s laughter grew even more joyful, "That’s very much possible. But life is short, why not give it a try? What if instead of snapping it off, I end up kneeling by your legs and gently licking it?"

Yang Fan’s mind buzzed instantly, his blood rushing to his temples.

This temptress!

"I don’t like to gamble; I need to be sure you’d actually lick before I dare to undress," Yang Fan said.

"Go ahead and undress, I feel there’s a seventy percent chance I’d kneel down," Diwu Ming laughed like a fox who had attained enlightenment thousands of years ago.