Chapter 6 Clothing Shop Micro H (with breasts and slap the vagina)

A few days after moving into Zhou’s mansion, Zhou Jing sent some people to move Shen Qinghe’s things from Shen’s house, and sent two girls to accompany Shen Qinghe to the street to buy some new items. His life was very unhappy.

It is said that newlyweds are always tired of being together to reflect the intimacy between husband and wife. However, after Zhou Jingda, Shen Qinghe moved into Zhou Mansion, he was busy with official business, and his feet were not touching the ground, and he often returned late at night. Zhou Jing wanted to do something with Shen Qinghe, but whenever he wanted to enter Shen Qinghe's flower hole, he felt a little reluctant.

It was probably Shen Qinghe's sleeping face that looked like a fairy, and he really couldn't bear to disturb her beautiful dream at this moment.

In a blink of an eye, it was late spring.

The late spring in Shanghai has some early summer shadows. Although the weather is not hot, you will have to sweat a little if you wear spring clothes.

The weather is still good today. Shen Qinghe thought that she hadn't gone to the cloth shop to prepare clothes for some time, so she called the girl sent by Zhou Jing to help her change her clothes and prepare to go out.

When I went out, I happened to meet Zhou Jing who had not returned all night.

Zhou Jing's eyes were blue and there was still some blood on the whites of his eyes. It seemed that he was too tired to handle official duties last night and did not sleep all night.

Shen Qinghe couldn't tell what she felt about Zhou Jing now. She knew how addicted she was to Zhou Jing's body during those two days, but she was so intoxicated that she dared not admit that she was obsessed with Zhou Jing's body.

She felt selfishly that she was unlucky, otherwise how could she be addicted to the body of a person she had never contacted before?

Shen Qinghe also knew in her heart that she didn't like her addiction.

What is it like?

She has never had such a feeling of liking in the past ten years.

Where are you going to fight, Madam?Zhou Jing grabbed Shen Qinghe's slender waist and pinched it gently, pressing his fatigue.

Shen Qinghe wore a cheongsam today, which was light yellow all over. The morning sunlight fell on the clothes and could still see the dark patterns on the clothes.

The buckle is inlaid with a few huge pearls, and even the needle and thread that closes the corners are mixed with some gold thread, which shows that it is of great value.

Although the two of them were having sex every day, Shen Qinghe was still embarrassed to be so intimate in front of outsiders. She put her hand on Zhou Jing's rough right hand and wanted to turn it out, but she didn't expect that Zhou Jing pulled out and pinched her butt.

Shen Qinghe immediately turned her head and looked at the servant. These people seemed to understand Zhou Jing's actions, and there was nothing unusual on their faces.

Shen Qinghe cleared her throat: I went to the cloth shop to order some ready-made clothes. It's summer. The clothes I made last year were a bit mature and were not good-looking enough.

Then I will go with my wife, okay?

Are you with me?

Zhou Jing nodded: Yes.

Shen Qinghe smiled for some reason: Are you not resting anymore?Didn't you sleep all night?

I just sniffed in the car for a while, it didn't matter... Zhou Jing suddenly remembered something, Madam, is I afraid that I would die of exhaustion when I couldn't sleep enough, or is I afraid that I would be a little widow?

Only then did Shen Qinghe feel that the words she said just now didn't look like her tone, but there was a flirtatious feeling in it.

Besides, what is the difference between the two concerns mentioned by Zhou Jing?As long as Zhou Jing dies, she is a little widow. What does it have to do with whether she is tired or not?

She was a little annoyed, pushed Zhou Jing away and said angrily: I don’t have it, don’t talk nonsense.

That lady is really caring about me, and I think her wife really falls in love with me.

...Are you still going to the cloth shop?

Shen Qinghe didn't want to say anything more to Zhou Jing, and he was right.

Of course.Zhou Jing said, "Jade, amber, you don't have to follow me."

Jade and amber are the two girls assigned by Zhou Jing to Shen Qinghe.The two of them were so happy that they heard that they didn't have to follow their wives to the cloth shop.

The two of them were unwilling to go out to the streets with Shen Qinghe. It was not that Shen Qinghe was arrogant and argued with merchants about prices, but because Shen Qinghe was too picky and often couldn't choose the same thing after walking for an hour. However, Shen Qinghe also liked to ask their opinions, and they didn't dare to say they liked it easily, let alone what to do.

The cloth shop that Shen Qinghe went to today was invested by Jinxiu Bank. It was said to be a cloth shop, but it would be fine if it was a garment shop.

Jinxiu Clothing was originally engaged in the fabric business, but after Jinxiu Bank invested, Jinxiu Clothing had a team of customized ready-made garments, specializing in custom-made businesses in the upper class.

The owner of the cloth shop was surnamed Qiu. When Boss Qiu saw Shen Qinghe and Zhou Jing walk into the store together, his eyes raised, and his face immediately appeared on his face: Mrs. Zhou, Young Marshal Zhou, by chance, I just arrived at a few new pieces of cloth in my cloth shop, Qing Yi'er was blue. Didn't Mrs. Zhou say that Jinxiu cloth shop lacked some blue fabric last time?Now, I'll buy the goods right away.

When Shen Qinghe heard the name Boss Qiu gave her, she suddenly remembered a question she asked her Mandarin teacher a few years ago.

She asked, why can a woman be called her husband's surname after she got married?Does a woman lose her last name after she gets married?

Her Mandarin teacher touched her goatee, then stroked her head and said, "This was the case thousands of years ago."

Although Shen Qinghe is young, she has many ideas in her mind and is unwilling to accept it. Is this true?

Shen Qinghe turned her head and looked at the blue fabric in the store, and stroked a piece of ice-blue fabric with her fingertips. The material felt cold and silky, and it was really a piece suitable for making pajamas.

This batch of blue materials is of good quality, and it is excellent in terms of color and feel.Shen Qinghe ordered a few pieces, then turned to look at the green material next to her.

But she was blinded by Zhou Jing as soon as she turned her head: I don’t like green.

But I like green very much...

Before she could finish a sentence, she immediately remembered that she was already a married woman, and Green seemed to have a bad impression.

what do you like?Zhou Jing put down his hand and asked in a deep voice.

...I said I like the filtered blue...

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, Boss Qiu immediately came out to change the topic: Is Mrs. Zhou's clothes still the same size as last year?

She was actually a little loose when she wore her clothes last year. She was getting thinner and thinner. In her early years, she could still stretch her clothes to fullness and see the exquisite curves. In the past two years, she became thinner and thinner. Her waist and arms were much thinner, and even her shoulders were thinner than ordinary people.

Weight once, where is Xiaojia?Shen Qinghe asked.

Xiaojia is a girl tailored by Jinxiu Clothing Village. She usually comes to measure Shen Qinghe's size.

Xiaojia has been on vacation these two days of family visits, why don’t Xiuniang let her take care of her?Boss Qiu discussed.

Shen Qinghe doesn’t like Xiu Niang. The second lady of the Jin family often talks about herself with Xiu Niang, saying that she will die sooner or later. What’s the use of saving so much money from the Shen family?

It’s better to donate it with one hand and you can still gain a reputation that will last forever.

Every time the second lady of the Jin family finished speaking, Xiuniang responded with a smile, saying that Shen Qinghe was just a medicine jar and she read some foreign languages ​​and could not be mentioned. Moreover, Shen Qinghe learned far less than what Miss Jin Er learned in the Chinese Language Hall.

Shen Qinghe didn't care whether others talked about her medicine jar, nor did she care whether she really died early, but what she hated the most was that Miss Jin Er and Xiu Niang sarcastically insulted her knowledge.

After all, Chen Zhennan found many teachers to teach his knowledge.

Zhou Jing saw Shen Qinghe without saying a word for a long time, and then said, "I'll just take my wife."

In a blink of an eye, she was taken into the wardrobe by Zhou Jing. The lotus pink curtain was put down by Zhou Jing. The two of them were slim and silhouetted. Although they could not distinguish clearly, they could still see someone moving slightly.

Zhou Jing put down another curtain, and now he couldn't even catch a figure outside.

You can measure your clothes?Shen Qinghe's voice trembled slightly.

She always did this. She began to be afraid when the two were alone. She knew that Zhou Jing would not kill her, but the fear in her heart still existed.

Is there anyone in this world who can’t do it?Zhou Jing asked jokingly.

How could I know?

It seems that the wife doesn’t know me deeply enough. We, husband and wife, need to know each other more.Zhou Jing spread the tape ruler and pressed it on Shen Qinghe's shoulder while biting Shen Qinghe's earlobe. The wife's shoulders were narrower than they looked.

Shen Qinghe trembled and wanted to scream, but Boss Qiu was still outside, so she didn't dare and couldn't.

Why is the wife shaking again? I can’t measure it accurately.

If you want to measure your volatility, how can you do it? It's like a prodigal son?Shen Qinghe couldn't explain it clearly in one sentence.

Maybe she reacted because of Zhou Jing's action of biting her earlobe, or maybe because Zhou Jing's hand holding the tape ruler had moved to her chest, her lower body was constantly exuding honey, and her underwear became wet.

She hated her thoughts that she didn't want to resist, and she hated her thoughts that she was emotional.

Don't worry, I won't do anything when measuring my clothes.

Zhou Jing's words seemed to give her a reassurance: Really?

I never lie.

Shen Qinghe was afraid of itching, especially under the chest and waist. Therefore, after Zhou Jingfei measured the chest and inserted the caliper into her lower chest, she stuttered: I will do it myself.

If the measurement is not accurate, the clothes may not fit.

Zhou Jing perfectly grasped her love for beauty, and Shen Qinghe could only nodded when she heard this.

It can be itchy, but the clothes cannot be bad!

So she endured the itch and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, for fear that Zhou Jing would discover the fact that her lower chest was sensitive.

Zhou Jinggang used a tape ruler to surround her waist, but Shen Qinghe twisted twice to expose her sensitive parts.

The lady's waist is so thin that she doesn't even have a foot-eight.

Why do you say so much today?Haven't you touched it?Don't know the waist is thin?

If a rabbit is anxious, it will jump over the wall.

He has been teasing her since the beginning of measuring her clothes, and she really can't help it now.

Zhou Jing likes to see Shen Qinghe’s vitality.

In the end, the two of them finished their clothes without saying a word.

She asked: Is the measurement done?

Zhou Jing nodded and hugged Shen Qinghe's waist and made her fall on her lap.

After the measurement is over, what should I do.

Shen Qinghe blushed: You, you... But she couldn't think of a word to scold him.

What is this me?I didn't lie.

Yes, what he said just now was that he didn't do anything when measuring his clothes. Now that he has finished measuring, nothing he does is not a lie.

Zhou Jing leaned his right hand towards her lower body, and the wetness made him extremely satisfied: Madam is obviously looking forward to what I do.

I don't.

Zhou Jing pulled apart his underwear and pinched the pearl in the clam meat with both fingers, his movements were gentle.

Well... Zhou Jing...

There was someone outside the curtain, and Shen Qinghe didn't dare to shout loudly, so she could only shout Zhou Jing's name in a quiet voice.

Zhou Jing never told Shen Qinghe that what he liked the most was that she called his full name.

As soon as Zhou Jing opened his lips, he accurately bit Shen Qinghe's nipples through the light yellow cheongsam with his fully open collar. He pulled it out. Shen Qinghe was afraid of pain, so she sent it out. Within a while, she put her breasts into Zhou Jing's mouth through the clothes.

The body fluid stained the clothes with water, and honey was constantly flowing with Shen Qinghe's lower body. She was moved by emotions, but she didn't know that her actions were arousing Zhou Jing's desire.

It's awkward, otherwise you'll be stripped naked.

He had never warned Shen Qinghe. Maybe it was a flirtatious statement to others, but to Shen Qinghe, she was sure that if she twisted a few more times, Zhou Jingzhen would dare to strip her naked.

Her love flowed down Zhou Jing's right hand, rustling.

Yuanyuan, do you like it?

What?

Do you like this?Zhou Jing suddenly pulled out his finger and gently patted her clam meat. The two petals of clam meat instantly became colored.

Shen Qinghe wrapped her hands around Zhou Jing's neck, and the slap of clam meat made her shake her whole body, and she hid in Zhou Jing's arms at a loss.

She wanted to say that she liked him to take pictures of her, and she also wanted him to take pictures of her more, but she couldn't say such words.

Shen Qinghe blushed and dared not express her opinion. She could only bury herself in Zhou Jing's chest.

Does Yuanyuan hurt?

……Um.

When you lied to me, I could clearly realize that you liked me to take pictures of you.

I...I don't.

Zhou Jing turned her face and looked at Shen Qinghe seriously: Yuanyuan, don’t lie to me, I don’t like being deceived.

He spoke seriously, and his eyes were filled with four big words: sincere and sincere.

So she let go of herself and said in his ear: Well...I like it.

Zhou Jing accepted her likes, and his wolfish heart had already aroused. His hand slapped the table and then slapped Shen Qinghe's jade clam again and again. Every time he hit, a little juice flowed out of the crack of the clam.

The sound of intercourse turned into a slap, but the sound of slap still echoed in the measuring room.