Chapter 292 Being a gigolo?

She had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and touch Ye Wudao's head: "You guy, why are you so tall? You have to stand on tiptoe to touch my head. Where is the dignity of a sister like you?"

"Sit here for a while, I'll go make tea."

Ye Wudao suddenly reached out and touched Sister Xiaowen's hair: "Go ahead."

When he was a child, Ye Wudao was a head shorter than Sister Xiaowen. Sister Xiaowen always liked to touch Ye Wudao's head and mocked him for being short.

Ye Wudao always wanted to find a chance to retaliate.

Now, he finally got his revenge.

Sister Xiaowen stomped her feet in anger: "Stinky boy, I'll settle accounts with you later."

Old Zhao tried his best to persuade Zhao Wen to leave first, but Zhao Wen insisted on "settling accounts" with Ye Wudao.

Old Zhao had no choice but to let him stay.

Sister Xiaowen quickly made tea, and after serving it, she poured a cup for everyone, and then sat next to Ye Wudao.

She grabbed a handful of melon seeds for Ye Wudao: "Come on, little brat, you loved eating spiced melon seeds when you were a kid, today you can eat enough."

Ye Wudao reached out to take it: "Thank you, Sister Xiaowen."

Looking at Ye Wudao's big hands, Sister Xiaowen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When she was a kid, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds at will, and Ye Wudao couldn't even hold them with both hands.

But now, her full handful of melon seeds is less than one-third of Ye Wudao's palm.

Alas, I've grown taller, and my hands are so big, how can I save my face as a sister.

Looking at the intimate behavior of the two, Zhao Hu was furious, staring at Ye Wudao with his scarlet eyes.

At this time, the neighbors came to visit in twos and threes.

They were all attracted by the car parked at the door. ŴŴŴ.

"Old Zhao, your relatives are here."

"They came in a car, so they must be relatives from the city."

"Are they here to propose marriage to Xiaowen? If they can afford a car, they must be from a big family. I think this marriage is okay."

Zhao Wen sneered, "What relatives from the city? It's his Sanwa who has returned."

The neighbors looked around and finally landed on Ye Wudao.

"Hey, it's really Sanwa."

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Sanwa has grown so tall."

"Sanwa has made progress. He can even drive a car. Not bad."

"Sanwa, do you remember when you were a kid and went to my field with Haozi to steal sweet potatoes? I caught you. Not only did I not scold you, I also took the initiative to give you a few sweet potatoes..."

Seeing that the neighbors began to curry favor with Ye Wudao, Zhao Wen was immediately unhappy.

"Haha, promising? If this is considered promising, then I'm a big boss."

"He works at the construction site, and it's the most humble job on the construction site, moving bricks."

The neighbors questioned: "Moving bricks at the construction site? How can he afford a car?"

Zhao Wen said: "This car is an old Santana, probably second-hand, and can be bought for 10,000 or 20,000."

"And I heard that Ye Wudao is a gigolo for the boss's wife at the construction site. This car is probably given to him by the boss's wife."

"What the hell?" The villagers widened their eyes.

In the countryside, there are two types of people who are most looked down upon, one is the son-in-law who lives with the family, and the other is the gigolo.

Ye Wudao's situation belongs to the second type, and the villagers started to attack Ye Wudao.

"Being a gigolo? Damn, Sanwa is really willing to do anything to make money."

"He has hands and feet, but he doesn't work hard and just eats gigolo food. Disgusting."

"You know what, with this head and this body, he is really suitable for selling."

Listening to the ridicule of the villagers, Lao Zhao and his wife almost bowed their heads to the ground.

Sister Xiaowen was also ashamed and her eyes were distracted.

And Ye Wudao was furious.