Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 48 - 48 48 The Rich Womans Indulgent Desires
?48: Chapter 48 The Rich Woman’s Indulgent Desires 48: Chapter 48 The Rich Woman’s Indulgent Desires Shen Chaoshan, although he stuttered, was a very filial child.
Within less than ten minutes of Yang Fan’s phone call, he hurried over.
After quickly asking what had happened and hearing that it was a case of drinking too much, he lifted Shen Lin without a word and left.
“Such a good lad, it’s a pity he has an uncle like Shen Lin; the couple has really caused a lot of trouble!” Zhou Wenhui watched Shen Chaoshan leave, shaking her head with a somewhat regretful sigh.
Shen Chaoshan was simple and honest by nature, with Shen Lin making most of the major decisions at home, even arranging his marriage.
His own temperament wasn’t bad, but he had been involved in many misdeeds following Shen Lin.
About their relationship with Shen Lin, there were all sorts of rumors in the village.
But the general consensus was quite united, with almost everyone feeling sorry for Shen Chaoshan.
A perfectly good lad, with an expanse of grassland over his head, always playing the lackey to his uncle every day.
“Are we still having dinner?” Ye Tong suddenly asked in a low voice.
Zhou Wenhui touched her protruding chest twice, swallowed slightly, and with a somewhat sickly face shook her head and said, “I’m not eating anyway, you two go ahead if you want.”
“I don’t have much of an appetite either,” Ye Tong said.
Yang Fan: ...
Both of them had lost their appetite because of Shen Lin’s behavior just now, and it seemed they no longer planned to cater to his appetite.
“Is there anything I can eat?
I’m a bit hungry!” Yang Fan said.
“There’s porridge in the pot, and I’ve cooked the dishes too, go eat by yourself,” Zhou Wenhui said, “I’m going to sleep first, I feel awful.”
Ye Tong followed up quickly, “I need to wash up, I feel like the smell is all over me right now.”
The two of them left one after the other, and Yang Fan silently walked into the kitchen.
He too was a bit put off, but truly hungry, and he still needed to eat.
He had just served himself a bowl of porridge and sat down ready to eat when suddenly a new message popped up on his phone.
Yang Fan opened it to find it was from Zhang Yulan.
This woman had put a lot of effort into making an emoji with her own photo, accompanied by text asking what are you doing!
Yang Fan enlarged the photo, closely examining the barely veiled details.
One couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not, but under the thin clothes, two particular areas were especially pronounced.
Yang Fan casually snapped a photo of the food on the table and sent it back, “Eating husks and swallowing vegetables, just to fool the temple that is my body.”
“Eating so light, huh?
Do you want me to add some nutrients for you?” Zhang Yulan’s message came back instantly.
“I’d love that, how will you add it?” Yang Fan replied with a smile in his message.
“After being eaten by you today, I felt uncomfortably swollen and might be able to squeeze a bit out for you, want some?” Zhang Yulan replied.
Reading these brazenly suggestive words, Yang Fan was a little surprised.
It seemed this woman also intended to turn a casual encounter into a longer-term affair.
“Yes, but I prefer it fresh,” Yang Fan swiftly typed, a flutter stirring in his heart.
At this moment, he was contemplating how he would tangle with Li Jia later on, and with just a light provocation from Zhang Yulan, the uneasiness in his heart instantly rippled into restlessness.
“I suddenly feel like taking a photo for you...” Zhang Yulan replied with an out of the blue comment.
“Take it!
I want to see!” Yang Fan’s excitement shot up immediately.
This woman was also playing hard to get.
Swipe!
A photo that was obviously taken earlier popped up, but it wasn’t of the full baby’s feed store, rather the secluded peach blossom spring.
Yang Fan quickly zoomed in on the picture, ready to take a closer look, but in an instant, it disappeared.
“Uh... I sent the wrong one, not that, you shouldn’t have seen anything, right?” Zhang Yulan’s message came back, accompanied by a string of embarrassed emojis.
Yang Fan: ...
This whole playing-hard-to-get thing she’s doing is really slick.
“Although I didn’t see it, I really want to see the one you just retracted.” Yang Fan replied somewhat gloomily.
He should have saved it right then and there.
“Just now, it was actually nothing, just an unimportant picture.” Zhang Yulan sent back a message followed by another picture.
But it was the damned artistic kind!
Completely covered up, revealing even less than her first homemade emoji picture.
“I want to see the one you retracted, not this kind!
If you keep this up, I’m going to continue to visit your village tomorrow to pick up goods.”
He viciously spooned a couple of mouthfuls of thin porridge, feeling as irritable as a cat scratching at him.
Zhang Yulan sent a message with a snickering emoji, “Are you picking up mountain goods or picking up fun goods, huh?”
“I’m picking up you, this minx.
You know what kind I want to see, so hurry up and send the real deal.” Yang Fan shot back.
“This kind?” Zhang Yulan sent another picture.
But...
it was even more conservative.
Yang Fan simply replied with a series of ellipses.
Tired of it all, didn’t want to talk anymore, let this woman play by herself.
Swipe!
Suddenly a picture popped up, and Yang Fan glanced at it, his eyes suddenly lighting up, he hurriedly clicked to save it.
But Zhang Yulan’s timing was extremely precise, and just as the save option popped up, the picture disappeared.
Yang Fan instantly wanted to throw his bowl in frustration.
This woman, too infuriating!
What she had just sent was a full-body shot.
Although Yang Fan hadn’t seen it completely, he got a good look nonetheless.
It was a picture of her, naked, lying on her side in bed.
Those two incredibly full, soft breasts were drooping sideways, and below her flat stomach, a glimpse of allure was faintly visible.
This was the picture Yang Fan really wanted to see, but he hadn’t managed to save it.
“Forget it, I can see you’re just teasing me on purpose, and I’m still busy, so I won’t waste any more time with you.” Yang Fan replied dejectedly.
Zhang Yulan sent a bunch of snickering emojis, then followed up by saying, “Why don’t you come to our village tomorrow?
I’ll show you then.
Even if I send it to you now, you can look but you can’t touch, must be uncomfortable, right?”
“You’re so considerate.” Yang Fan said, feeling indignant.
This woman’s intentions were actually quite obvious.
She just wanted to lure him over for another round of intense action.
Only she didn’t know that she really didn’t need to play the fishing game with her seductive tactics.
Yang Fan was much easier to hook than she imagined.
“Hey, is this one okay?” After about a minute or two, Zhang Yulan tossed over another picture.
This time it had substance.
Yang Fan glanced at it, quickly clicked save, and then slowly began to admire it.
The picture seemed to be taken with Zhang Yulan holding the phone up high; that pair of full breasts filled the entire phone screen.
Pink and white were sharply contrasted, so clear that someone shameless could even use it as a screensaver.