Xie Tuoyu couldn't admit that he was stunned.
Over the years, as his wallet has grown fatter, he has also seen a wider variety of women.
A pure and innocent female college student, a seductive prostitute, a charming married woman, and a pretty girl from the village.
Every woman is beautiful in her own way.
But in Xie Tuoyu's eyes, they were no different, and none of them could stir up any waves in his heart.
But now, a man standing not far from him, glaring at him, is a man with a penis just like him.
With just one glance, Xie Tuoyu's heart, which had never felt anything like excitement in eight hundred years, skipped a beat.
This jump made Xie Tuoyu, who was fearless, panic.
He wanted to slap himself to see if he had gone mad.
If you have no feelings for women, why are you so easily attracted to men?
But this man is damn handsome; no wonder even that proud and arrogant girl, Li Erya, was stunned by him.
Imu wears glasses, but not because he is nearsighted.
He could clearly see that two meters away, a man wearing a simple gray T-shirt was staring at him with lecherous eyes.
The look in their eyes wasn't just lewd; it also carried the astonishment of discovering a new continent, an incredulity.
Imu wondered if his face was dirty, so he put his glasses back on and wiped his cheek.
There was no dust on the back of his hand. Yi Mu frowned at the man: "What are you looking at?"
You're quite good-looking, aren't you?
Xie Tuoyu walked up to him and looked at him up close. He could see that the kid's skin didn't have a single pore.
When God sculpted him, he probably used very fine materials, almost like a masterpiece of carving.
"You're here looking for someone?" Xie Tuoyu asked instead of answering.
His gaze moved down from Emu’s neck and settled on his suit.
It's unlikely that this person is looking for relatives or friends, given that the suit costs tens of thousands of dollars. They are probably here for the same purpose as him.
Why dress like this when you come to the countryside? Are you afraid that the fruit farmers won't hate them capitalists enough?
Yi Mu did not know who he was.
Just now, Li Yin caught Xie Tuoyu and started scolding him in the local dialect. Yi Mu could only vaguely understand a few words.
Faced with this tall and strong man, Yi Mu instinctively became wary.
He casually made up a story: "I have an elder here who hasn't been here for many years and has forgotten how to get there."
Xie Tuoyu listened to his nonsense without calling him out, simply said "oh," and led him into the village.
The fruit farmers' living quarters were not as rudimentary as Yi Mu had imagined.
Every household lived in a two-story villa with tiled roofs and a large courtyard with a wall in front of each house.
This year, the weather has been favorable, and everyone has had a good fruit harvest, so we've hired a lot of helpers from outside.
Xie Tuoyu took off his business suit back then.
I picked up two drab gray shirts, shapeless pants, and a pair of cheap, unbranded sneakers from a street vendor.
He went from being a CEO worth hundreds of millions to dressing up as an honest and simple poor young man.
Because he was big, strong, and quick-witted.
Xie Tuoyu became the Sang family's porter with almost no effort.
The Sang family was considered wealthy among the twenty-odd fruit farmers; their house had three stories.
Since there are only four people in the family, many rooms are empty.
Sang's father heard that Xie Tuoyu was renting a small house of less than five square meters in town.
Feeling sorry for him, a grown man living in such a tiny place, barely able to turn over in his sleep, they let him stay at their home.
Xie Tuoyu opened the courtyard gate, shushed the big yellow dog lying in the shade of the corner, and welcomed the sweaty Yi Mu inside.
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