Chapter 12

Xiaoshuang, where are you?

Because I was close enough, I heard the sound coming from my phone. It should be Huang Shuangshuang's mother.

Sure enough.

Mom, I'm using the bathroom.

Still on?

Go back soon.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Shuangshuang breathed a sigh of relief and said to me: Stop making trouble, my mother has urged me.

Then what should it do?I glanced down and fixed on my crotch.

Huang Shuangshuang glanced at me, shyly said, "You'll watch the movie yourself, you'll be disgusting.After saying this, he shook his right hand.

You owe me once and continue wearing stockings tomorrow.I teased and said.

Not worn!Humph... Huang Shuangshuang turned around and looked back at me with an angry expression.

When she left, I seized the opportunity and slipped out of the women's bathroom, but was stunned at the door. Should I go back?Or just go home?

Hesitation in three.

It feels a bit inappropriate to leave directly, and it seems impolite.

But if you go back to the private room...

When a person who was about to enter the toilet looked at me standing at the door with suspicious eyes, I made up my mind to go back to the private room, after all, it was a pity.

With a slight stance of my little daughter, I pushed open the door of the box with a small step.

In an instant.

What does it mean to be the focus of everyone?

The people in the private room looked at me one after another. At this moment, what I fear most was this kind of gaze. Among these many gazes, there was a gaze that was the coldest, and my bones were almost frozen.

Don't think about it.

That must be the look of my mother.

Actually...

The selfie picture of the cock was originally very good. The cock was hard and Optimus Prime, and he planned to send it to Aunt Wanling, but because he had something to do, he didn't delete it. The emoticon package he just wanted to send was next to this picture. Because of his distracted mind and his busyness, he slid his fingers a little more and chose two in a row and sent it out.

Where did you go to the bathroom?

Go there, clear your stomach and have a good time.I pointed my hand casually in one direction, sending my kindness to ask the person I didn't know about the next person.

When my butt was touched to the chair, I thoroughly realized what it means to feel like to be in pins and needles.

I didn't dare to turn my face to my mother, but from the corner of my eyes I saw my mother turning her face and looking at me with an extremely cold expression. Her eyes were like a coldness, like two invisible whips, whipping me hard and scolding me: Do you still dare to sit down?Look at what you are doing!

Zhang Yarui's eyes were blazing. This son made her angry and actually sent the obscene picture to herself. And she dared to be sure that this was her son's own. Although the information was withdrawn quickly, the strong and straight cylindrical male genitals were sealed in her mother's mind like a seal. She really wanted to erase or delete this memory clip, but she just couldn't remove it.

My nose smelled the perfume emitted from my mother, but my body was moving in the limited space of the seat, trying to widen the distance between me and my mother.

But it's obvious.

I underestimated my mother's cultivation and she took action.

When I saw no one used his extra eyes to look at us mother and son, my mother's fingers were like two jade dragons attacking, pinching the flesh on my thighs and began to squeeze them continuously, but she did not use the force at first. This was because I was afraid that I would scream out when I was caught off guard. This was not caring, but this was the prelude before the storm.

My mother knew that I would stand up and be beaten, so she kept pressing her fingers.

My face was almost distorted in pain. I put my hand on my mother's soft air and begged her not to punish her. The pain started to tremble and cramp.

My mother's expression never changed, stern and cold. She took back her hand and whispered: I'll talk about your problem when I get home, Zhang Wei!

This serious wording means that my mother is not relieved and has a more powerful backhand waiting for me.

It's so fatal...so fatal.

I really posted that selfie of the cock by accident, but now it is obviously futile to say such things. If I mention it again, I may not expect my mother to do anything more severe.

Hiss... I gasped in the cold air and kept rubbing my thighs. It hurt so much that I felt my legs were lame.

This dinner was a joy to the rest of the world.

But for my mother and I, I hope this dinner would rather not be available.

After the dishes, the table next to me started to cheer.

Tonight, this box of wine must be finished. If you don’t finish it, no one will think of leaving!

The reactions of the two tables are different.

Someone shook his head and said he couldn't drink.

Some people also remain silent.

However, the sound of cheering and drinking is louder, which suddenly overshadows people who don’t drink.

Bottle after bottle of high-end wine is opened.

This time.

I found an opportunity to redeem my sins, which is to block the wine for my mother to relieve the current embarrassing situation so as not to eat anything better when I go back.

My mother obviously didn't plan to drink, at least tonight. She was upset and raised her black stockings and placed her right leg on her left leg. The black stockings had a deep attraction. She stacked two straight and slender legs, which not only appreciated the temptation of the stockings but also allowed her to appreciate the straight and slender legs. Compared with Aunt Wanling, her mother's legs looked slender.

Two tables of wine are half divided.

Looking at the bottles of wine, it made people tremble.

The warriors at this table suggested that they stand up, pick up a bottle of wine and start pouring it. If this situation does not touch a drop, it is truly not giving face. They can only control the amount in terms of how much they hear. The most common thing is that there is more, okay, that's enough.

When it was my mother's turn, I grabbed the bottle.

I drink it for my mother, after all, I will take me home later, so I will pick you up as much as I come. I volunteered.

My performance made the audience look sideways, either laughing or complimenting, but it lifted the atmosphere of the table.

At this time, I didn't notice that my mother's expression began to cool down, not so cold and angry, and her face was dull, as usual.

Is the wine delicious?

If a drink is delicious, then a large drink will only cause the five internal organs to churn.

The more I drink, the more I am more active and good at socializing.

In the end, I felt like I had a different person.

Holding a cup in one hand and a bottle in the other, she actually stood up and clinked glasses with everyone on the table. She was muttering that in the business world, my mother must contact her if she can help, which made the people in Zaizhuo laugh and looked at her mother, praising her son for being able to do it!

Very promising.

I was already drunk and saw my mother showing a subtle smile, responding to everyone's flattery for her.

Seeing my mother like this, I was also happy.

Just then.

Yarui, you didn’t realize that your son is drunk, so why don’t you come to our table to touch it?

Someone spoke at the next table.

My mother glanced at me and saw that I was a little drunk, so she quickly declined: He can drink it tonight.

But I interrupted: Touch, Mom, I will make a fortune for you and contact these uncles and aunts.

The loud and slightly playful words made people laugh, and more praise rushed to her mother's ears like a tide, which made her happy and worried at the same time, but she temporarily forgot the unhappiness between the mother and son just now.

In the end, I sat at the next table in a daze, only knowing how much I was drinking, but I didn't know at all. In the end, my memory began to become fragmented, and my consciousness woke up from time to time, as if I was confirming whether I was dead or not.

When I heard the banquet ended, everyone was having fun. When I heard that someone was vomited, I was supported from the seat and felt that my mother seemed to be on my right hand.

Then the consciousness was intermittent.

On the way, I started talking nonsense: Mom... I didn't mean it before... I sent it wrong...

My mother didn’t respond, and it might not be convenient to respond because I was being held by two people.

I heard it in my ear: Come on, put his legs on, drink too much, I guess I will vomit, where is the garbage bag?

only?This is my mother's question.

Um.I replied in a daze, feeling something stuffed into my hand, like a plastic bag.

This doesn't work. This person must be uncomfortable lying so lying on his back. He vomited everywhere, so I'll find a price.

I don't know who is saying this.

After waiting for a long time, there was constant noise in my ears. Someone got on the main driver, and someone came into my arms, barely helping me up from my lying position.

Don't lie down, sit up. The sound is from my mother.

With the remaining rationality and the cooperation of my mother, I sat up and leaned on my mother's body crookedly, putting my hand casually on my mother's stockings thighs, and my other hand was on my mother's back hips, holding my mother all over.

My mother did not resist my behavior. If I changed my state and did this, she would have to deal with me. Or tonight, there would be some changes in my hearts between us, mother and son, and it seemed to be closer. I was no longer the one who only knew how to avoid and hate this cold mother too much, and my mother was not angry. I would be just a rebellious child who caused trouble and made her feel unhappy.

Xiangyu hugged her mother and hugged her mother, which made me feel particularly comfortable, but it was also the comfort and the perfume on her mother that inspired my lust to start causing trouble again.

The hand placed on my mother's thigh slowly grabbed the stockings and the tender white legs under the stockings.

This time, my mother responded and reached out to capture my bad hand. I am now a drunk octopus. I was completely trying to move my hand, and it immediately stopped when it was caught.

But I have another hand!

The hand that was originally placed on my mother's back buttocks began to rub it. Because of the sitting position, my mother's buttocks looked like a spherical surface. It was really easy to touch with the skirt, which made my palm itch.

Zhang Yarui frowned, and became annoyed and got tired of it. After drinking, she had to compete in this back seat.

My body parts seemed to be playing guerrilla warfare, and each of them used their magical powers.