The two of them discussed for a long ti in the room and almost finished, when suddenly they heard the shout of that strange man outside.
"Hey beauty, when are you cooking? I’m starving."
"Beauty, Little Shitou says your cooking is delicious. I have to try it."
"Beauty, co out quickly, I’m starving to death."
"..."
"..."
Hearing this voice, Xiaoxiao frowned tightly. How could this person be so haunting? His hunger was none of her business.
And always speaking like this might provoke Yang Ming again. As expected, Yang Ming’s face now looked very ugly. Xiaoxiao quickly grabbed him and quietly advised, "Honey, don’t waste your energy on him, we need to save it for our escape."
"Okay." Yang Ming held back his temper and agreed.
His wife was right. He had his own considerations as well. He couldn’t act rashly. If, by any chance, he accidentally twisted his ankle or sothing during a fight, which could affect their escape plan, they would be dood.
Seeing Yang Ming agree, Xiaoxiao said, "Honey, I’ll go cook now. Everyone’s hungry."
"I’ll go too." Yang Ming said as he picked up his son from the kang. Although he couldn’t deal with that strange man, he at least wanted to stay by his wife’s side to prevent her from suffering.
Seeing Yang Ming’s actions, Xiaoxiao smiled. Xiaoxiao understood Yang Ming’s intentions, so the family of three went out together.
The strange man in the courtyard heard the door open and imdiately pretended to hobble towards them.
"Beauty, you finally ca out. I missed you so much."
"Beauty, you look really good in this outfit today."
"Beauty, look at . My face was hit by your husband, my foot was hit by your husband. It hurts so much, aren’t you going to comfort ?"
"Beauty..."
Hearing the steady stream of "beauty," Xiaoxiao’s veins pulsed. She coldly shouted, "Stop!"
If this person didn’t stop, she would really throw up. How could soone talk so shalessly; she had never t anyone like this before, even in modern tis.
Seeing Xiaoxiao call for a ti-out, the man smiled and asked, "Beauty, are you going to say sothing? Are you going to comfort ? Look at how your husband has hit ."
Xiaoxiao: "..." Comfort your sister, it’s no wonder Yang Ming hit him. She really wanted to hit him too.
If she entertained this man, it would an she fell into his trap. He would definitely push his luck more. She wasn’t that foolish, so she looked him up and down and then gave Yang Ming a smile and praised, "Honey, good job hitting!"
Seeing Xiaoxiao’s response, the man still looked sad, "Beauty!"
This ti, Xiaoxiao didn’t even glance at him but asked Yang Ming, "Honey, who’s this ’beauty’? Do you know them? Is there soone called ’beauty’ here?"
Yang Ming, doting and cooperative, said, "Don’t know them."
Seeing Yang Ming and Xiaoxiao so in sync, the man laughed inwardly but didn’t show it. He continued with a pitiable expression, "Beauty, how can you treat like this? I’m your gigolo."
"..." Xiaoxiao was truly speechless. This person was indeed shaless, openly calling himself a gigolo.
Still ignoring the man in front of her, Xiaoxiao said to Yang Ming, "Honey, it seems there’s a buzzing fly around here making a racket. Let’s quickly leave."
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