Wen Zhaoye wasn't fooled by her sweet talk. He slightly tightened his fingers, gently pinching her face towards him, forcing her to face him, and said in a strange tone:
"He's seized the property, and it seems he still wants to have women on both sides. Is he still looking for young boys at his sixties or seventies?"
Wen Jiaojiao didn't detect the jealousy in his words and coaxed him with sweet words:
"If I can find someone as outstanding as you in the future, then one will definitely be enough, but... it's difficult."
Wen Zhaoye paused, as if about to say something more, then his ears suddenly turned bright red: "..."
Aside from my body, what else haven't you gotten your hands on?
You're always openly and secretly trying to take my body. With such a lewd body, could it be that you ran back because Xu Dajun couldn't satisfy you?
Could it be that he took a fancy to me because he saw that I was strong and healthy?
Good eye.
His face grew redder and redder as he thought about it. Xu Cuifen thought he was angry and, fearing he might hit someone, quickly stepped forward and said:
"Zhaoye, Jiaojiao was just joking. Why do you care about her? She's just being childish."
Wen Zhaoye released her hand, ignoring her completely. She looked at Wen Jiaojiao with gentle eyes and changed the subject:
How will you get home?
Wen Jiaojiao's cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she had applied two small patches of blush, making her look quite adorable.
"Let's go home together."
Wen Zhaoye smiled slightly as he gazed intently at her face, then turned to Zhou Jinyan and said:
"Ayan, you go back first, I'll take them home."
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao greeted them:
"Hello, Brother Yan!"
A hint of a smile appeared in Zhou Jinyan's peach blossom eyes, and she said in a soft and alluring tone, "Mm."
Hearing Wen Jiaojiao's affectionate address, Wen Zhaoye was angered again, and at the same time, he noticed something was wrong with Zhou Jinyan's voice.
He inexplicably felt a connection with her, and stubbornly suppressed his anger as he walked forward:
"Hurry up and leave, are you still going to harvest the wheat at home?" You can't take your eyes off a strong and muscular man. Who would dare to give themselves to a woman like you?
Wen Jiaojiao followed behind, puzzled by his drastic mood swings. She raised her hand and stroked her chin, "..."
Could it be that my period is coming?
It was already afternoon when they got home. Wen Zhaoye was still upset by her greeting "Hello, Brother Yan," so he had no reason to pamper her. He took her to the wheat field.
Wen Jiaojiao looked up at the blazing sun, her last bit of enthusiasm for coaxing Wen Zhaoye completely extinguished, and she sat listlessly on the edge of the field.
"Brother, it's so hot."
Wen Zhaoye bent down to cut the wheat, reluctant to force her to work, but still said irritably:
"so what?"
Bored, Wen Jiaojiao braided the weeds beside her and said:
"Could we spend some money to hire someone to do the work? That way, the work in the fields will be finished, and you can go to the factory sooner."
I think it's a waste of your talent to spend your time doing this kind of work.
"You'll pay this money?"
As soon as Wen Zhaoye finished speaking in his strange and unpleasant tone, Wen Jiaojiao knew it was hopeless. She rolled her eyes at him, picked up her sickle, and began to work hard cutting wheat.
She hadn't been working for long when she became breathless from exhaustion. So she stretched her body, and her laziness subsided considerably. Her desire to please him rekindled, and she said:
"Brother, go and rest. I can do this job. It's no big deal."
Suddenly, a large, fat snake darted out from among the wheat stalks.
Wen Jiaojiao felt a chill run down her spine. Terrified, she dropped the sickle and, under Wen Zhaoye's unfathomable gaze as he stood up…
She suddenly jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his long neck and her legs tightly around his strong waist, sobbing:
"Brother, there's a snake! It's so fat! I'm terrified. I'm so scared of those smooth, hairless things."
Many people working in the fields turned to look when they heard the sound.
Their handsome faces were only a fist's width apart, and Wen Zhaoye's face was burning hot as if it had been scorched by fire.
He glanced at the spot where she had just stood, but saw nothing, assuming she had done it on purpose.
He still raised one arm to support her buttocks, and said patiently, "There's nothing there, I've checked."
Wen Jiaojiao wrapped one arm around his neck, pointed to the spot where they had just stood, not daring to look back, and said in a trembling voice:
"No, there is, there is, that snake is really big."
Wen Zhaoye looked in that direction again, but it was still empty. He then relented and said:
"Fine, if you say so, then so be it. But what do we do now?"
Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes were misty with tears, her delicate cheeks were puffed out, and her voice was tinged with a hint of grievance as she said:
“I can’t harvest the wheat, but I can stand by the roadside and keep an eye on it for you. If it bites you, I can warn you.”
Wen Zhaoye couldn't tell for a moment whether she was deliberately trying to shirk her duties or taking advantage of him, but he figured she was trying to take advantage first and then shirking her duties.
A slight smile played on his thin, red lips as he said, "Then how about you just stay on the way back?"
Wen Jiaojiao wore a large straw hat that covered her rosy cheeks. She looked at him with pouting cheeks and pleaded in a gentle voice:
"Can you carry me over? My legs are a little weak from fear."
"You don't do a single job, all you do is whine and act cute. Who do you think you're trying to work to death?"
Although Wen Zhaoye was extremely disgusted by the words, the smile on his lips almost stretched to the back of his head as he walked towards the roadside without stopping.
Wen Jiaojiao was in a neck-to-neck position with him and did not see his expression.
Eager to confirm, she pulled up the sleeves of her short-sleeved T-shirt and explained:
"I'm not being lazy, I'm just genuinely scared. Look at my arm if you don't believe me."
Wen Zhaoye glanced sideways and suddenly noticed a loose pink bra strap hanging on her slender, lotus-root-like arm.
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