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Chapter 37

The summer breeze is sticky and hot.

After dinner, the villagers all sat under the century-old locust tree to enjoy the cool, talk about this year's grain harvest, and which family had held a banquet.

At the same time, they were secretly looking at Cheng Chi who was standing at the door of the young widow's house.

The man was tall and strong, his arms bulging with muscles from lifting something, his clothes gathered in the middle, revealing his strong and muscular back muscles, his ribs were a little wider than his waist, and he looked very powerful.

Just like what city people often say, an “inverted triangle” figure.

How do Cheng Chi and that young widow know each other?

Why knock on his door?

The villagers were just wondering when they saw the door of the old house opened. After not seeing it for a few days, the young widower was more charming than before. It seemed as if he had absorbed enough essence, and charm emanated from every inch of his skin. He tilted his face up, and his slightly swollen lips moved, and he said something, which made Cheng Chi's muscles tense up.

It's more swollen than this morning.

Cheng Chi thought quietly in his heart.

His throat rolled, his eyes fixed on the little face where Xue Yu's fingerprints were left. No matter how dumb he was, he vaguely realized something, and as if he had eaten a sour fruit, he lowered his head in silence.

Xue Yu was still panting, and his patience was not very good. He looked at him as if he had been gagged, and raised his eyes slightly and said, "You came here just to let me watch you perform a pantomime at the door?"

Cheng Chi shook his head when he heard that. He placed his free hand against the seam of his pants and gently bent it. His neatly trimmed nails dug into his skin. He said honestly, "...No, I came to bring you some fruit."

Xue Yu looked at the basket of fruit he was carrying.

Each one is fresh and plump, with pink and white skin, and not a single one is rotten.

Lowering his eyes slightly, Xue Yu took out the four hundred yuan he had prepared in advance. He extended his hand that had never worked before and said indifferently, "Fruit and the meal money."

Cheng Chi was stunned for a moment and confiscated it.

Xue Yu pushed forward again, and he shook his head.

He sent it again and continued to refuse.

Xue Yu laughed angrily, his patience completely exhausted: "I'm not short of money, what are you saving me for?"

Seeing the young widow's slightly annoyed expression, Cheng Chi, who was unwilling to accept the money, hesitated for a while and silently took the money. As if he was afraid that Xue Yu would be unhappy, he raised his face and comforted him clumsily: "Don't be angry, I'll take it, but it doesn't need to be that much. Prices in the countryside are very cheap."

Xue Yu pursed his lips: "Whatever you want."

He has never seen anyone who likes to be taken advantage of so much.

Are you stupid if you don't take advantage of a good deal?

Cheng Chi put the basket of fruit into the threshold, and consciously did not go in. He took a step and was about to leave, but suddenly he thought of something, turned around and asked, "Xue Yu, have you eaten?"

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