Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

Chapter 15 There's a woman hiding in the house.

Li Ying did not know Tang Xiu.

When she divorced Lin Dawei, Tang Xiu hadn't yet married into this neighborhood.

Li Ying's gaze swept over Tang Xiu twice.

Looking at that cheap short-sleeved shirt and those white yoga pants that were so tight around her lower body, Li Ying's disdain was practically overflowing.

"I thought you had really changed your personality."

Li Ying sneered and shook her head.

"So that's what they found – someone who's not even worthy of being mentioned."

Her cold, beautiful face was full of contempt, as if looking at Tang Xiu would offend her eyes.

"Birds of a feather flock together; a rotten pot with a broken lid."

"Lin Dawei, you're only fit to wallow in the mud with women from the bottom of society like this."

Lin Dawei felt Tang Xiu's fingers tighten instantly as she gripped the hem of his clothes.

He grabbed Tang Xiu's slender waist and pulled her to his side with a slight effort.

Tang Xiu gasped and instinctively pressed herself against Lin Dawei's strong chest.

The white yoga pants, squeezed to the extreme by her wide hips, swayed in an eye-catching arc in front of Li Ying.

"I will naturally transfer the money for the computer to Xiaoyu."

Lin Dawei had one arm around Tang Xiu, looking at his self-important ex-wife with disdain.

"As for what kind of woman I'm with, that's none of your business."

Whether Chen Jianjun becomes the director or not is your family's business. Don't come here to show off your ridiculous face. Get lost.

Li Ying was furious at Lin Dawei's unyielding and stubborn attitude.

But she was proud of her status and would never act like a shrew, cursing in the stairwell.

"You'd better watch yourself, you piece of trash."

Li Ying left behind a final, cold, sarcastic remark.

She turned around abruptly, and in her high heels, walked down the stairs like a proud swan.

The footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

Lin Dawei looked at the empty stairwell and sneered.

He turned around and closed the security door.

boom.

The room returned to silence.

Tang Xiu nestled in Lin Dawei's arms, her heart still pounding.

She looked up, her eyes filled with trepidation and self-doubt.

"Brother Lin, was that... your ex-wife?"

"She's really beautiful, and has such a great presence. Did I embarrass you by coming out like that?"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Lin Dawei grabbed her chin directly.

His rough thumb smeared heavily across her delicate lips.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"That cold-blooded woman isn't even worth a finger of yours."

Upon hearing these words, Tang Xiu's eyes instantly reddened.

Adding to the profound conquest of last night, and the favorability boost from the system's "Ximen Da Guanren's Affirmation".

Tang Xiu was completely captivated.

She tiptoed and brought her lips to his.

"Brother Dawei..."

The pure white yoga pants were once again pressed into deep wrinkles on the sofa.

[One-star objective: Tang Xiu (the young woman next door) - 2/10 kills.]

……

It was a little after 8 a.m.

After washing up, Lin Dawei changed into clean work clothes and went out feeling refreshed.

My phone rang in my pocket.

It was a WeChat message from my daughter, Lin Xiaoyu.

"Dad, I'm going to military training soon."

Lin Dawei glanced at the screen and immediately opened the transfer page.

Enter the amount: 8,000.

Comment: [Use this to buy a better computer; don't be stingy with the money.]

After transferring the money, he put away his phone and strode out of the residential compound.

The sunlight was blinding, and the heat on the street gradually intensified.

Several middle-aged women were gossiping.

"Did you guys see that? Li Ying arrived in a brand new Volkswagen Passat!"

"Now that he's working for Chen Jianjun, and Chen Jianjun is about to be promoted to workshop director, his life is getting better and better."

"And look at that good-for-nothing Lin Dawei, driving such a beat-up light truck at his age. I heard he borrowed money from loan sharks just to save face in front of his daughter!"

"I heard Li Ying cursing in the hallway from downstairs."

"And that's it, there's a woman hiding in that old lecher's house!"

"Huh~~"

These elderly women all knew Li Ying; they were all known for their gossip.

Lin Dawei stopped walking, took out a Hongtashan cigarette, and slowly lit it.

A woman, with her back to Lin Dawei, was laughing so hard she was doubled over.

"Old Lin's back, ruined by years of driving, can he really satisfy that young woman? I bet he'll give up in no time, hahaha!"

"Sister Jiao," Lin Dawei suddenly called out.

"It's none of your business what my ex-wife does."

"I...I just said it offhand..."

She hadn't expected to be overheard talking about someone behind their back, so her voice softened, revealing a guilty and weak tone.

Lin Dawei threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out heavily with the sole of his shoe.

He couldn't be bothered to pay any more attention to those gossipy old women, so he turned around and strode toward the dilapidated light truck parked by the roadside.

Open the car door and start the engine.

A dozen minutes later, the light truck drove into the courtyard of Shunda Freight Station.

Around 9 a.m., the sun was already scorching hot, baking the cement slabs on the ground.

Several trucks with no customers were parked in the yard.

The door to the dispatch room was wide open.

Wang Yan was wearing light red yoga pants today and was leaning back in the leather boss's chair, absentmindedly manicuring her nails with her head down.

In the shade under the old tree in the courtyard, a tattered corrugated cardboard box was laid out.

Old Ma, A-Qiang, and Old Zhao, who is usually not very talkative, were squatting on the ground shirtless, playing cards.

"Three Ks!"

Old Ma, clutching a bad hand of cards, slammed it hard onto a cardboard box.

He looked up and caught a glimpse of Lin Dawei getting out of the car.

Old Ma's eyes lit up instantly.

"Yo ho!"

He slammed the remaining cards onto his lap and started shouting in his hoarse voice.

"Old Lin, did the sun rise in the west today? Even you, the miser, are finally willing to buy a new work uniform?"

Old Ma sized up Lin Dawei with his shrewd, worldly eyes, making teasing faces.

"Red Pepper must have skimped on your hard-earned money, right? She's ripped you off at least two hundred yuan for this shabby outfit!"

Lin Dawei strolled over.

He pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket; the owner of the building materials market had given them to him yesterday.

He pulled out one and tossed it to Lao Ma, then gave one to each of A-Qiang and Lao Zhao.

"Go to hell."

Lin Dawei lit one himself and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I didn't ask for any money, it was free."

Ah Qiang had just tucked the soft Zhonghua cigarette behind his ear when he heard these words and his hand trembled violently.

"impossible!"

Ah Qiang stared wide-eyed at Lin Dawei as if he were looking at an alien.

"Red Pepper is the kind of person who takes every penny she gets; she even saves up empty water bottles to sell as scrap. Do you think she'd give you work clothes for free?"

Ah Qiang shook his head repeatedly.

I don't believe it.

Lin Dawei flicked his cigarette ash, his expression calm.

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Old Ma held the soft Zhonghua cigarette to his nose and sniffed it greedily. He chuckled, picked up the cards from the ground, and continued arranging them.

"But then again, while Red Pepper is stingy, she's got a really hot body."

Old Ma lowered his voice and glanced furtively toward the dispatch room with his cloudy eyes.

"I like this kind of fiery personality, it's really flavorful."

"If you really have the ability to get her into bed and hear her moan a couple of times, that's what it means to have a man's sense of conquest."

Upon hearing this, A-Qiang burst out laughing.

"Come on, Old Ma!"

Ah Qiang mocked him mercilessly.

"With your useless back and legs from years of constantly using the clutch, you think you can conquer someone?"

"I bet they'd be dried into dry wood by the red chilies in three seconds!"

Several drivers burst into vulgar, uproarious laughter.

Ah Qiang pointed in the direction of the dispatch room.

"Look at Boss Zhao, he's usually such a domineering guy outside, but he doesn't dare to utter a sound when he sees Red Chili."

"My legs must have cramped up after being thoroughly tamed in bed last night!"

Lin Dawei stood to the side, silently smoking without saying a word.

As he listened to these lowly old bachelors venting their frustrations, the crazy scene in the dispatch room yesterday involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Those dark purple yoga pants.

The amazing fleshy feel and plump elasticity beneath my palm.

There was also the way Wang Yan looked when he was kneading her, her fierce expression masking her inner weakness and her legs going limp.

Lin Dawei chuckled to himself.

It definitely feels spicy.

Just as several people were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Old Zhao, who had been engrossed in smoking and playing cards, suddenly flicked the half-smoked cigarette butt away.

"You guys don't know anything."

Old Zhao curled his lip, his face full of disdain.

He spat on the ground, his voice low but firm.

"Is Zhao Daqiang afraid of her?"

"Zhao Daqiang is just feeling guilty!"