Chapter 326: Flirting with 70 Wildest and Rough Guys 15
Chapter 326: Flirting with 70 Wildest and Rough Guys 15
“Yan Yan!”
Zheng Lingjun chased after her, took one look at Widow Tang, then quickly looked away. His eyes fell on Zhou Ergou who was holding Hua Yan, and his eyes immediately lit up with anger. "What kind of man is he if he can only threaten a woman?"
As he said this, he reached out to pull Hua Yan, but failed.
Hua Yan's waist was held down by a big hand, and the other hand, with veins bulging, was gripping Zheng Lingjun's wrist and tightening it little by little.
Although the two are about the same height, Zhou Ergou, who often does farm work, is stronger than Zheng Lingjun, who does not exercise.
Zheng Lingjun's pretty face gradually twisted into a mask of pain, "No wonder Yanyan doesn't like you, you're just a barbaric villager who only knows how to use brute force!"
Savage villager...
Zhou Ergou's hand suddenly loosened, and Zheng Lingjun took a few steps back away from Zhou Ergou in pain.
Zhou Ergou stared at his hands and "dark" and rough skin with disdain, while Zheng Lingjun looked gentle and quiet, which was the type that Hua Yan liked.
The man's long eyelashes drooped, hiding the deep inferiority in his eyes, and he didn't dare to look at Hua Yan's expression.
"Zheng Lingjun." Hua Yan called the pretty boy's name.
Even his name sounds better than his Tuesday Dog.
Hua Yan had said more than once that he disliked him, comparing him to Zheng Lingjun...
Should she care about the gigolo?
Should I beat and scold him for the pretty boy?
Are you going to stand on the side of the pretty boy again?
Tuesday Dog curled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.
"Who said I don't like him?"
“Tuesday Dog is my lover, my husband.”
"Also, my husband is usually very gentle, why is he targeting you and not others? It's because you are a bitch!"
Zheng Lingjun tried to see a hint of falsehood in Hua Yan's eyes, but there was none. Her eyes were firm and protective.
Everything she said she meant sincerely.
Zheng Lingjun couldn't accept this realization. He shook his head and muttered, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."
Widow Tang glanced at Hua Yan, and the two looked at each other, all the words were expressed in their eyes.
Hua Yan pulled the stunned man away.
Zheng Lingjun subconsciously wanted to chase after them, but was stopped by Widow Tang. She put her hand on his chest and said with a smile, "Teacher Zheng, they are a loving couple, is it appropriate for you to approach them?"
Zheng Lingjun's eyes fell on Widow Tang again, and he grabbed her shoulders with red eyes, "Did Yanyan ask you to come over last night?"
Widow Tang leaned close to his ear and smiled softly, "Teacher Zheng, you are a scholar, why did you only react now?"
Although she always advised Hua Yan and Zheng Lingjun to be together, she actually liked Zheng Lingjun very much.
The scholar is elegant and handsome. It would be a lie to say that I am not moved by him after so many years of being so dull.
Yesterday afternoon Hua Yan came to her and asked her if she wanted to go. She was surprised and quickly agreed.
It would be impolite to be reserved when you have been lusting after a man for more than a year.
Zheng Lingjun realized that he had been fooled, and his face turned red with anger, "How could you - um..."
When Widow Tang moved her hand downward, Zheng Lingjun's whole body froze. The joy of last night clearly came to his mind. His voice stopped abruptly, and an unbearable muffled sound escaped from his throat.
The woman's plump body moved closer to him, bit his earlobe and said vaguely: "Teacher Zheng performed well last night, do you want tonight..."
Zheng Lingjun's breathing became heavier and he hooked his arms around her sexy waist.
Hua Yan pulled Zhou Er's dog across a large meadow. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the area.
The summer wind is hot and cannot calm people's restlessness.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hua Yan stopped and looked up at the man's lowered dark eyes.
He was too quiet along the way.
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