Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao's mind was as clear as a mirror. He knew that after Yan Zhaodi had physical contact with him, it would be difficult for her to accept it in a short period of time and she had not yet overcome the hurdle in her heart.

However, this problem is easy to solve. Hehe, just be intimate with her a few more times and everything will be solved...

Who knows, when the time comes, he will get used to it and his body will react when he sees me, and he will even cling to me.

"Sister Yan, let me read your palm."

Xu Damao sat next to Yan Zhaodi, with his right hand around her slender and soft waist, and his left hand holding Yan's left hand, pretending to look at the lines on her palm.

"Look at this line, it's called the love line. You see, there are intermittent lines in the middle, and then they connect at the back. This means that your relationship will have some ups and downs for a period of time, but it will be smooth later, which means it will be very happy."

"This line is the career line. You see, it has been intermittent, which means that the career is unstable. There are three forks at the back, which means that there will be great development in the career in the future. For example, you are in charge of several different industries..."

"What is the career line?"

"The career line is to see whether your career or work is going well. You will be very good at this in the future."

"But wouldn't that make you a big capitalist?"

"Uh... almost."

As expected, Xu Damao distracted Yan Zhaodi and she was no longer obsessed with what had just happened. The two chatted for a while, and Yan Zhaodi stood up and prepared to cook.

"I have pig's trotters and roast chicken in the back of my car. Steam them."

Xu Damao stood up and went to the yard.

"Don't go out, I'll get it. Don't worry about cooking. Take a rest. I'll wake you up when I'm done."

Yan Zhaodi was afraid that Xu Damao would go out to the yard and be found in her home, so she hurriedly stopped him.

Xu Damao had no choice but to sit in the room and wait. Bored, he lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

"Da Mao, wake up, it's time to eat!"

A soft voice reached his ears, and Xu Damao woke up instantly. He felt refreshed, as if he had endless energy.

He looked at his watch and realized that he had only slept for more than an hour.

"It smells so good, Sister Yan, what delicious food did you make?"

"Nothing much, I just fried two dishes, they are not as delicious as the roast chicken you brought, come out and eat."

Xu Damao put on his coat and walked into the main room, where he saw that the food had already been set on the table in the middle.

Two plates of roast chicken were attractive in color and fragrant, as if waving at him; a plate of pig's trotters was crystal clear, chewy and soft, making people salivate.

There was also a plate of fried shredded potatoes and a plate of water spinach, fresh and tender. In the bamboo basket next to it were a few white flour buns, white and soft, and on the table there was a bowl of rice soup, steaming hot and giving off a faint rice aroma.

"Haha, this is so rich! It's much better than what we eat at the village chief's house!"

Xu Damao sat down without hesitation and started to eat with Yan Zhaodi.

Yan Zhaodi didn't have a big appetite, so she only ate a pig's trotter, two bites of roast chicken, and half a steamed bun, and she couldn't eat any more. The rest of the dishes were naturally swept away by Xu Damao!

"Little brother, you have a really big appetite, no wonder you are so strong!"

"Of course not! Just look at my head and you'll know."

"I have to go set up the screening area. I can't delay the movie tonight."

"Don't be impatient, wait a moment!"

After having a full meal and a few drinks, Xu Damao kissed Yan Zhaodi's cherry-like lips and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Yan Zhaodi.

Sister Yan first stopped Xu Damao in the room, and then walked into the yard quietly like a cat. After opening the door, she carefully stuck her head out and looked around, just like a guilty thief.

After a while, she waved to Xu Damao with a look of relief, signaling him to go out quickly.

Xu Damao understood what he meant and cooperated very well, riding his bicycle and rushing out of the gate like an arrow...

When they arrived at the location where the movie was being screened, there were already two men waiting boredly. When they saw Xu Damao coming over on his bicycle, they walked over with shining eyes.

"You must be the projectionist from the city. The village chief asked us to come and help you."

The man came forward to say hello.

"Thank you, brothers. There's no rush for this. Come on, have a cigarette first. It won't delay you if you take a break."

Xu Damao took out a Daqianmen cigarette and handed it over, then he lit one and started smoking.

The three of them worked for a while before they completed the preparations.

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers. When our family members come over later, sit in the front and watch!"

By this time it had already darkened, and some villagers who had just finished their meal were rushing over here with their small stools.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Xu Damao turned his head and looked around, and finally found Yan Zhaodi moving a small stool and walking towards him with a young wife.

After meeting Xu Damao's gaze, Yan Zhaodi remained calm. She pretended not to know Xu Damao and walked past him gently.

"Hey, look, that projectionist from the city is staring at you, Zhaodi, you are such a natural beauty!"

Another young wife next to them took Yan Zhaodi's hand and said jokingly.

"No way, you must have seen it wrong. She is so well-off, why would she look at me?"

Yan Zhaodi was panicked but pretended to be calm on the surface.

"You never know, maybe she just likes your type, haha!"

"I think they are looking at you, you have a lot of flesh here!"

Yan Zhaodi was not forgiving in her words and fought back sharply, while also reaching out to tickle the other person's armpits.

"Oh, no, no, I was wrong..."

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After the movie, Xu Damao packed his things and loaded them onto his bicycle with the help of the villagers. Then, under the arrangement of the village chief, he went to a room to rest.

At night, only the hazy moonlight was shining on the earth. Xu Damao tiptoed out of the room like a cat, opened the door carefully, and slipped out.

He came to Yan Zhaodi's home with ease and reached out to press lightly on the door.

As Xu Damao expected, the door was not locked and was pushed open by Xu Damao directly, making only a slight "creaking" sound.

After entering the yard, Xu Damao tiptoed to lock the door, then walked through the main room and into the inner room.

Yan Zhaodi lay sideways on the bed, close to the door. Even covered by the quilt, her charming curves could not be concealed.

Although it was very late, Yan Zhaodi must not have gone to bed yet, and Xu Damao was sure that she knew he was coming.