Chapter 54: I don't have any women outside

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I don’t know how long I ran.

In short, he ran around the entire Huangjia Village three times until Zhou Dongmeng was exhausted and paralyzed, then he turned back and went home.

The man came back shirtless.

His head and face were covered in sweat, and in the night, his naked skin was soaked, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Zhou Dongmeng pinched his clothes with his left hand, gently pushed open the door and went to the kitchen.

He stopped, put his hands on his waist, lowered his head slightly, his hair on his forehead was wet and curled up into a ball, with sweat hanging on the ends of his hair, swaying and finally falling to his feet.

The man exhaled slowly, his tongue tip touching his lower cheek, his jawline tight and angular.

He reached up and grabbed a towel from the clothesline, wiped the sweat from his hair and neck, and threw the towel back on.

Then he bent down and went into the west room.

The temperature in the room was okay, but there was a floral scent of a woman in the air.

The moment Zhou Dong stepped in, the smell penetrated into his nostrils and escaped into his chest along with his breath.

He just felt very uncomfortable.

This kind of feminine scent is too sticky for him...

Zhou Dong gritted his teeth and threw himself on the straw mat.

Close your eyes! Sleep!

But the remaining adrenaline in his body was working against him, making him tense and his mind racing, all the way to the woman.

Zhou Dongmeng's chest tightened and his throat was always blocked.

Neither up nor down...

He turned over and lay flat on his back, put his hands behind his head, and started doing sit-ups.

One, two, three, four, five, ten...

Fifty-one...

Ninety-eight, one hundred and twenty-three...

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Dongmeng finally fell asleep on the straw mat. However, he was not in a deep sleep. The big rooster in the yard crowed and he woke up.

It was still dark, but it was already dawn.

He has to get up and go to the construction site...

Zhou Dong suddenly turned his head to look at the bed. The little girl was sleeping soundly, complaining that the quilt was too hot. One of her feet stuck out from the corner of the quilt and stuck out.

He licked his teeth and the muscles in his cheeks moved.

Zhou Dong suddenly stood up, folded the straw mat, walked to the bed, gently pulled the corner of the quilt to cover the girl's feet, and then left with peace of mind.

He left the house, and Zhou's mother just happened to push the door open from the east room.

Mother Zhou looked at her son and asked in a low voice, "Why did you get up so late today?"

Zhou Dong put on his clothes and walked outside: "There is no work on the construction site..."

"Eat dinner?"

"No more."

Mother Zhou looked at his sturdy back, then glanced at the door of the west room, and followed her son to the yard: "Xiaoxiang didn't get up with you?"

"not."

Zhou's mother paused and asked again, "You went out last night? What did you do?"

Zhou Dongmeng was stunned by the movement of his hands, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"I'm telling you, I don't care what you did before you got married, but now that you're married, you can't do those things in our house!"

"Mom!"

Zhou Dongmeng's face was tense and he seemed a little angry.

"What mother? Is it any use calling me mother? You'd better take care of yourself. Why are you running out in the middle of the night?" This was the first time that Zhou's mother scolded her son so harshly.

"Mom! I don't have any women outside!"

"No best!"

After hearing this, Zhou's mother's expression softened. She fetched firewood and started a fire in the small clay stove on the tricycle.

Zhou Dong frowned: "What is this?"

"The stove."

"What for?"

Zhou's mother smiled and said, "What else can it be used for? Of course it's for roasting sweet potatoes. Didn't Xiaoxiang tell you that she earned four yuan and seven cents yesterday..."

She spoke the last words softly.

I was worried that someone next door might hear me; after all, wealth should not be exposed.

Zhou Dongmeng stood there without moving, looking at the tricycle in front of him, on which were placed iron pots and stoves.

The man gradually fell silent.

What is roasted sweet potato and what is four yuan and seven yuan?

He doesn’t even know…