Li Yang, who was called out, was so embarrassed that he almost picked his toes.
What is this all about?
Can she say yes?
I haven’t explained the matter of the big white butt to Ji Huaizhi yet.
So he could only say vaguely, "Well, let him like it."
Ji Huaizhi also coughed lightly: "Stop talking nonsense and let's go."
"No, absolutely not." Chen Gang had drunk some wine tonight, which emboldened him. He stopped Ji Huaizhi with a red face, "Boss, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your sister-in-law is so beautiful. If you leave her at home every day, she'll attract people's attention."
He stood on tiptoe, moved closer to Ji Huaizhi, and said in a voice that he thought only the two of them could hear, but in fact Li Yang could hear it clearly, "Hurry up and go home with your sister-in-law, take off your clothes, cover yourself with the quilt, and give us a little nephew next year!"
Such outrageous words even made Ji Huaizhi, who remained expressionless, twitch his eyes.
He rubbed his brow helplessly and said to Li Yang, "He's drunk and doesn't mean any harm. Don't take his words to heart." Then he put Chen Gang's arm on his shoulder and said, "I'll take him home. You should get some rest."
Li Yang nodded: "Okay, be careful."
Li Yang stood there, watching the two of them leave, his eyes involuntarily falling on Ji Huaizhi's butt.
Yao Yunxiang and Sister Qian, who were walking behind, also reached the door. Yao Yunxiang stepped forward and waved her hand in front of Li Yang: "Everyone has left, why are you still staring at her butt? Won't you be able to touch it as much as you want when you get home later?"
Li Yang: “!”
She glared at the outspoken girl: "Yao Yunxiang!"
Sister Qian was so frightened that she rushed forward to hit her: "Pfft, pfft, pfft, you little girl, what are you talking about all day?" She apologized to Li Yang awkwardly, "Xiao Li, this child has read too many picture books. I'm so sorry."
Li Yang was too embarrassed to explain the reason for the butt incident, so she could only nod and say, "Sister Qian, it's okay."
Yao Yunxiang, who had been beaten by her own mother, glanced at Li Yang indignantly, pouting in dissatisfaction as she said to Sister Qian, "Why can't I touch my own man's butt? Didn't you touch Dad's butt?"
As he spoke, he ran very fast.
Sister Qian blushed at Yao Yunxiang's shocking remarks. She didn't care about Li Yang anymore and chased after her, "You idiot girl, stop right there! I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Li Yang looked at the lively mother and daughter and shook his head with a smile, his expression showing an unconcealable loneliness.
It's great that they are like this, mother and daughter.
*
Li Yang returned home, took out the money from her pocket and counted it. Excluding the two hundred yuan she had taken out, there was still four hundred and three yuan left, which was given to her by Ji Huaizhi tonight.
When the dinner was about to end, Li Yang saw Ji Huaizhi stand up, as if to pay the bill, so he quietly followed him.
At the restaurant's front desk, Ji Huaizhi rested one hand on the countertop and the other in his trouser pocket, standing there lazily, bored, waiting for the waiter to settle the bill. Li Yang took out the money he had prepared long ago, handed it to Ji Huaizhi under the counter, and whispered, "I still have two hundred yuan here."
When Ji Huaizhi heard Li Yang's words and looked at her cautious expression, afraid of hurting his self-esteem, he suddenly laughed.
He lowered his head and moved closer: "Are you worried that I don't have enough money?"
As Ji Huaizhi approached, Li Yang smelled the faint aroma of alcohol coming from him. It was not like the pungent smell of other men after drinking, but a simple and light fragrance of alcohol.
Li Yang leaned back and nodded honestly: "Yeah."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Huaizhi knocked him lightly on the forehead: "Even if I have no money, can I use a woman's money?"
At this time, the waiter had just finished calculating the bill and handed it to Ji Huaizhi: "Sir, the total is ninety-seven yuan and sixty cents. I'll give you a discount, ninety-seven yuan."
Ji Huaizhi took the bill, glanced at it casually, took out a Mao Zedong note from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.
When Li Yang heard that they had spent ninety-seven yuan tonight, which was more than her monthly salary, she couldn't help but feel a little pained.
Just as she was stunned, three yuan in change and a few Mao Zedong notes were stuffed into her hands: "Here."
Li Yang looked at the money in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Ji Huaizhi: "You still have so much money?"
Ji Huaizhi nodded and said, "I collected some bills today." Then he led the way to the private room.
Seeing Ji Huaizhi treating money as dirt, Li Yang couldn't help but want to ask Ji Huaizhi, since he was so rich, why did he still live in a place like Lie Village?
As the process of reform and opening up began, Guangzhou's urbanization developed extremely rapidly. The once prosperous hunting village is now surrounded by new buildings. The narrow alleys and cramped spaces make the environment really not good. Therefore, apart from the local villagers, the only ones left are some foreign tenants.
Li Yang followed a little late: "Oh."
So, he has been out these two days, busy collecting debts.
But what kind of business does Ji Huaizhi do to earn so much money?
She looked at the man's handsome back and couldn't find her thoughts for a moment.
*
In the evening, Li Yang came out of the shower and was about to go back to bed when he heard a noise coming from outside the yard.
She immediately stood up, grabbed the wooden stick by the door, and went to meet him.
The next second, the yard door opened and it was Ji Huaizhi who came back.
He was bathed in the moonlight, and walked into the yard with his long legs. Seeing her with her hair disheveled, he was startled for a moment, then looked away: "Well, I'm back."
Only then did Li Yang notice that her pajamas, which had been washed out of shape, were hanging loosely on her body, with the collar wide open, revealing a large area of skin on her chest, which glowed white in the moonlight.
What was even worse was that she was alone at home, with nothing on under her pajamas. Her undried hair rubbed against her pajamas, soaking them. The half-wet pajamas on her chest stuck to her body, highlighting the lines of the pointed dots on both sides, which were particularly obvious under the moonlight.
Li Yang: “!”
How could I make such a low-level mistake!
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