well?I remember the girl in the bathroom.The woman in her fifties suddenly spoke.
Xinyu's heart was pounding.
If she was discovered like this now with her naked lower body, not only would her image collapse, but it might also implicate Yan Qing.
Because she was too afraid of the matter being exposed, she didn't even dare to wear pants.
Her naked lower body was exposed, trembling slightly under the cold air.
A gecko entered the toilet and I was catching it with the door closed.Yan Qing explained slowly and deliberately made some noise.
My rice is almost cooked Ah, are your classmate here?the woman outside the door asked.Listening to the sound, she is probably Yan Qing’s mother.
Ah...Auntie.Xinyu greeted him guiltily.Yan Qing just grabbed the door handle with her hands and didn't look at her at all.
Alas, they are all inside Ah?Then I... Yan Qing's mother said, and suddenly she was about to open the door, but because Yan Qing grabbed the handle, she only made some noise, and felt a little embarrassed and left.
Put it on.Yan Qing used her mouth shape to signal Xinyu.
Xinyu quickly wiped off the vaginal fluid on the inside of her legs and carefully put on her pants without making any noise.
The moment just now made Xinyu a little absent-minded.
Yan Qing's mother's voice gave her a very enthusiastic feeling. Although it was a bit unexpected, it could not explain what she felt strange in her heart.
She seemed to have had some strange impression of his mother before, but couldn't remember what it was.
Wipe the tears... Yan Qing held Xinyu's face and wiped off two tears. He asked: I'll cover you up and leave later.
No...I can do it myself.Xinyu tidied up her clothes and covered her face with a scarf.
Do you know how many 'sorry' you said?Yan Qing suddenly asked.
Ah?have no idea……
You said six.Yan Qing helped her smooth her long hair with some messy hair and said: It happened to be New Year's Day. Starting tomorrow, in the next six months, don't say "I'm sorry", okay?
Xinyu blushed a little, took off her scarf gently, kissed him on the face, and covered him back.
Go, I will notify you with my bracelet.Yan Qing said.
Bracelet?When Xinyu heard this, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Did you wear the bracelet I bought for you before?Yan Qing rolled up half of her sleeves and showed off the bracelet on her wrist.
Wear it.Xinyu suddenly answered, holding his hand, stroking his palm with one hand, touching his bracelet with the other hand, and gently pressing his fingers.
Let's go.Yan Qing said.
Xinyu looked at him, opened the door and quietly visited him for a while, then ran to the door with a small step, stepped on his shoes and walked out of the door.After putting on my shoes, I left here in a flash.
A bang sounded, alarming the room.
well?Who left?Yan Qing's mother asked when she brought the dishes from the kitchen.
She forgot her cell phone at school and came back later.Yan Qing walked out of the bathroom and replied.
I was not polite and didn't say a single greeting.The fifty-year-old woman on the sofa finished speaking and giggled again.
Did you call me aunt?Yan Qing's mother glanced at the woman and asked Yan Qing.But Yan Qing just glared back coldly and said nothing.She had to go back to the kitchen.
Don't shout.Another relative chuckled and giggled.
never mind.There is nothing to call, it's not that I'm not familiar with it.He Maocai suddenly put down the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile: Where is that gecko?You said it was in the toilet...
He stepped to death and washed away.Yan Qing interrupted him.
Young man Ah, quite rebellious.He Maocai smiled and leaned on the sofa, saying slowly: Your mother came here. In addition to celebrating the festival, she still wanted us to advise you...
Or I would like to give a suggestion.You closed your mouth and pretended to have a happy meal with me, and crossed the peaceful year.Yan Qing said coldly.
Several relatives were stunned by his words, but my aunt said first: Yes?Let the elders finish their words first, Chen Qing...
My surname is Yan, not Chen.Yan Qing's face darkened and he replied coldly.
Have you followed your mother and you still didn’t change your surname?Your surname is Yan...
Don’t you change your surname if you marry He’s?oh!By the way, your surname He is not comfortable either.Yan Qing sneered.
What did you say?He Maocai sat up in shock and looked at Yan Qing with an angry face.
Ha, sorry.I just want to say that a cultured person like my uncle should not agree with the ethical dregs of taking his husband's surname.Yan Qing sneered coldly and said with a smile: I have read my uncle’s comments on "Thunderstorm".Judging from his analysis of Zhou Ping, he must have a lot of experience in the ethics of usurpation.
Yan had disliked these relatives in the morning.
Every time his mother came home occasionally, she would deliberately find a bunch of relatives to persuade her to repair their mother-son relationship.
But from his perspective, nosy relatives will only arouse his disgust, and He Maocai, who likes to talk to him in front of his boss and likes to talk to him particularly upset him.
In order not to break up with all the relatives present, he had to say a bunch of words that could only touch He himself's pain points.
Although he can concentrate the contradiction on him alone, there is a danger of attracting fire on Xinyu.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other relatives in the living room were choked and couldn't speak. Only He Mao seemed particularly excited and stood up and shouted to Yan Qing: What are you talking nonsense?Ah?From the beginning, I was rude and disrespectful to my elders!I told you, I am your mother, please come over and persuade you to come back and live with her, be close to your elders, and don’t learn as much as your father!Tell me, who am I for?
Yan Qing's mother walked out of the kitchen filled with the sound of pressure cookers, looked at the two of them in surprise, and asked: Yan Qing!What are you talking about?
Ah?Asked me... Yan Qingqiang answered lightly as if he was calm, but his fingers were so angry that they were trembling.
He turned his face and glared at his mother, ignored her, but stood up straight in front of He Maocai and said: For your own sake, you are gaining vanity.Unfortunately, I don't plan to cooperate with you.
Do you think you are so rebellious and advanced?Ah?Let me tell you, the person who talks to me like this in the company has been fired dozens of times!If I do things in awesome way, he will never find a job in the city in his entire life!He Maocai became more and more excited as he spoke. He walked to Yan Qing step by step, pointed at him and scolded: You are not good at studying, have poor morals, and have a sloppy hair!In this way, what do others think of you?Ah?
It's a good material for literature.Yan Qing smiled disdainfully.
This frivolous attitude made He Maocai become more angry and almost blushed and cursed: Fart!You are still engaged in literature?I think you look like...
The bitch raised... Yan Qing suddenly interrupted him with an extremely small volume.
A bitch!He Maocai was suddenly interrupted, and his mind couldn't be moved for a moment. Without thinking, he followed his words.As soon as he said that, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Humph... Yan Qing sneered coldly, took two steps back, and looked at her mother wearing an apron.She looked at Yan Qing, then looked at He Maocai, and opened her mouth slightly and couldn't speak.
Xinyu sat in the bank on the street. Although he couldn't feel the cold wind on the street with the warm air conditioner, he still retracted into his cotton coat.
Her heartbeat would thrive when she thought of what had just happened.Yan Qing always seemed to be able to be highlighted with great brilliance under such circumstances, so glorious that she felt that she was not worthy of him.
Enough!She suddenly shouted lowly and shook her head.
She could no longer fall into such random thoughts. The memories of rape, her stupid and lustful expressions, her fear and guilt towards Yan Qing would bring her a long-term torture once touched.
In order to divert her attention, she began to think about other things, thinking about yesterday's homework, Qin Xuan and Lin Yang, and the air conditioner were so warm, but suddenly Li Junming occupied her mind.
She began to recall the pleasure of having sex with him, the thick and long cock penetrated into the tight pink pussy, and was played with by his special technique to spray breasts from his nipples.
When she thought of this, she fell into entanglement again, her body became unnaturally hot, and she felt honey water seeping out of the flower hole.
Her fingers couldn't help but gently stretched between her legs and stroked the soft and tender flower lover through her pants.
When her fingertips touched the sensitive little Doudou, she suddenly realized that she was in public.
I quickly looked around and confirmed that no one should have noticed her.
This seemed to be a good opportunity for her to relieve itching.
Sex in public will greatly stimulate her pleasure in orgasm, and the position she sits in will not be captured by the camera.
But just as she was about to reach out to masturbate, she hesitated again.
Masturbating in public in the cold weather, she seemed to have returned to the dark days before she met Yan Qing.It seems that the warmth he has brought to her over the years has become futile.
Looking at her fingers, she began to think about whether to believe Yan Qing, believe that he could really force He Maocai away, believe that he could really save herself and save her love from the whirlpool of desire.
Suddenly, her bracelet vibrated, pulling her back from her random thoughts.
Xinyu's heart was pounding.
If she was discovered like this now with her naked lower body, not only would her image collapse, but it might also implicate Yan Qing.
Because she was too afraid of the matter being exposed, she didn't even dare to wear pants.
Her naked lower body was exposed, trembling slightly under the cold air.
A gecko entered the toilet and I was catching it with the door closed.Yan Qing explained slowly and deliberately made some noise.
My rice is almost cooked Ah, are your classmate here?the woman outside the door asked.Listening to the sound, she is probably Yan Qing’s mother.
Ah...Auntie.Xinyu greeted him guiltily.Yan Qing just grabbed the door handle with her hands and didn't look at her at all.
Alas, they are all inside Ah?Then I... Yan Qing's mother said, and suddenly she was about to open the door, but because Yan Qing grabbed the handle, she only made some noise, and felt a little embarrassed and left.
Put it on.Yan Qing used her mouth shape to signal Xinyu.
Xinyu quickly wiped off the vaginal fluid on the inside of her legs and carefully put on her pants without making any noise.
The moment just now made Xinyu a little absent-minded.
Yan Qing's mother's voice gave her a very enthusiastic feeling. Although it was a bit unexpected, it could not explain what she felt strange in her heart.
She seemed to have had some strange impression of his mother before, but couldn't remember what it was.
Wipe the tears... Yan Qing held Xinyu's face and wiped off two tears. He asked: I'll cover you up and leave later.
No...I can do it myself.Xinyu tidied up her clothes and covered her face with a scarf.
Do you know how many 'sorry' you said?Yan Qing suddenly asked.
Ah?have no idea……
You said six.Yan Qing helped her smooth her long hair with some messy hair and said: It happened to be New Year's Day. Starting tomorrow, in the next six months, don't say "I'm sorry", okay?
Xinyu blushed a little, took off her scarf gently, kissed him on the face, and covered him back.
Go, I will notify you with my bracelet.Yan Qing said.
Bracelet?When Xinyu heard this, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Did you wear the bracelet I bought for you before?Yan Qing rolled up half of her sleeves and showed off the bracelet on her wrist.
Wear it.Xinyu suddenly answered, holding his hand, stroking his palm with one hand, touching his bracelet with the other hand, and gently pressing his fingers.
Let's go.Yan Qing said.
Xinyu looked at him, opened the door and quietly visited him for a while, then ran to the door with a small step, stepped on his shoes and walked out of the door.After putting on my shoes, I left here in a flash.
A bang sounded, alarming the room.
well?Who left?Yan Qing's mother asked when she brought the dishes from the kitchen.
She forgot her cell phone at school and came back later.Yan Qing walked out of the bathroom and replied.
I was not polite and didn't say a single greeting.The fifty-year-old woman on the sofa finished speaking and giggled again.
Did you call me aunt?Yan Qing's mother glanced at the woman and asked Yan Qing.But Yan Qing just glared back coldly and said nothing.She had to go back to the kitchen.
Don't shout.Another relative chuckled and giggled.
never mind.There is nothing to call, it's not that I'm not familiar with it.He Maocai suddenly put down the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile: Where is that gecko?You said it was in the toilet...
He stepped to death and washed away.Yan Qing interrupted him.
Young man Ah, quite rebellious.He Maocai smiled and leaned on the sofa, saying slowly: Your mother came here. In addition to celebrating the festival, she still wanted us to advise you...
Or I would like to give a suggestion.You closed your mouth and pretended to have a happy meal with me, and crossed the peaceful year.Yan Qing said coldly.
Several relatives were stunned by his words, but my aunt said first: Yes?Let the elders finish their words first, Chen Qing...
My surname is Yan, not Chen.Yan Qing's face darkened and he replied coldly.
Have you followed your mother and you still didn’t change your surname?Your surname is Yan...
Don’t you change your surname if you marry He’s?oh!By the way, your surname He is not comfortable either.Yan Qing sneered.
What did you say?He Maocai sat up in shock and looked at Yan Qing with an angry face.
Ha, sorry.I just want to say that a cultured person like my uncle should not agree with the ethical dregs of taking his husband's surname.Yan Qing sneered coldly and said with a smile: I have read my uncle’s comments on "Thunderstorm".Judging from his analysis of Zhou Ping, he must have a lot of experience in the ethics of usurpation.
Yan had disliked these relatives in the morning.
Every time his mother came home occasionally, she would deliberately find a bunch of relatives to persuade her to repair their mother-son relationship.
But from his perspective, nosy relatives will only arouse his disgust, and He Maocai, who likes to talk to him in front of his boss and likes to talk to him particularly upset him.
In order not to break up with all the relatives present, he had to say a bunch of words that could only touch He himself's pain points.
Although he can concentrate the contradiction on him alone, there is a danger of attracting fire on Xinyu.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other relatives in the living room were choked and couldn't speak. Only He Mao seemed particularly excited and stood up and shouted to Yan Qing: What are you talking nonsense?Ah?From the beginning, I was rude and disrespectful to my elders!I told you, I am your mother, please come over and persuade you to come back and live with her, be close to your elders, and don’t learn as much as your father!Tell me, who am I for?
Yan Qing's mother walked out of the kitchen filled with the sound of pressure cookers, looked at the two of them in surprise, and asked: Yan Qing!What are you talking about?
Ah?Asked me... Yan Qingqiang answered lightly as if he was calm, but his fingers were so angry that they were trembling.
He turned his face and glared at his mother, ignored her, but stood up straight in front of He Maocai and said: For your own sake, you are gaining vanity.Unfortunately, I don't plan to cooperate with you.
Do you think you are so rebellious and advanced?Ah?Let me tell you, the person who talks to me like this in the company has been fired dozens of times!If I do things in awesome way, he will never find a job in the city in his entire life!He Maocai became more and more excited as he spoke. He walked to Yan Qing step by step, pointed at him and scolded: You are not good at studying, have poor morals, and have a sloppy hair!In this way, what do others think of you?Ah?
It's a good material for literature.Yan Qing smiled disdainfully.
This frivolous attitude made He Maocai become more angry and almost blushed and cursed: Fart!You are still engaged in literature?I think you look like...
The bitch raised... Yan Qing suddenly interrupted him with an extremely small volume.
A bitch!He Maocai was suddenly interrupted, and his mind couldn't be moved for a moment. Without thinking, he followed his words.As soon as he said that, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Humph... Yan Qing sneered coldly, took two steps back, and looked at her mother wearing an apron.She looked at Yan Qing, then looked at He Maocai, and opened her mouth slightly and couldn't speak.
Xinyu sat in the bank on the street. Although he couldn't feel the cold wind on the street with the warm air conditioner, he still retracted into his cotton coat.
Her heartbeat would thrive when she thought of what had just happened.Yan Qing always seemed to be able to be highlighted with great brilliance under such circumstances, so glorious that she felt that she was not worthy of him.
Enough!She suddenly shouted lowly and shook her head.
She could no longer fall into such random thoughts. The memories of rape, her stupid and lustful expressions, her fear and guilt towards Yan Qing would bring her a long-term torture once touched.
In order to divert her attention, she began to think about other things, thinking about yesterday's homework, Qin Xuan and Lin Yang, and the air conditioner were so warm, but suddenly Li Junming occupied her mind.
She began to recall the pleasure of having sex with him, the thick and long cock penetrated into the tight pink pussy, and was played with by his special technique to spray breasts from his nipples.
When she thought of this, she fell into entanglement again, her body became unnaturally hot, and she felt honey water seeping out of the flower hole.
Her fingers couldn't help but gently stretched between her legs and stroked the soft and tender flower lover through her pants.
When her fingertips touched the sensitive little Doudou, she suddenly realized that she was in public.
I quickly looked around and confirmed that no one should have noticed her.
This seemed to be a good opportunity for her to relieve itching.
Sex in public will greatly stimulate her pleasure in orgasm, and the position she sits in will not be captured by the camera.
But just as she was about to reach out to masturbate, she hesitated again.
Masturbating in public in the cold weather, she seemed to have returned to the dark days before she met Yan Qing.It seems that the warmth he has brought to her over the years has become futile.
Looking at her fingers, she began to think about whether to believe Yan Qing, believe that he could really force He Maocai away, believe that he could really save herself and save her love from the whirlpool of desire.
Suddenly, her bracelet vibrated, pulling her back from her random thoughts.
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