Chapter 7

Here I am

After a period of familiarity, Luo Wanxia also enjoyed the private chat with this woman of the same age, and was not as good as a best friend.

Zhang Yarui sat on the chair, her plump buttocks completely squeezed the space on the seat, and her slender right leg was placed on her left leg, and under the packaging of black stockings, she looked sexy and slender.

He held the teacup handle with his left hand, and his thin red lips were pursed on the white ceramic, which was so red.

However... under the elegant posture, my heart is not very peaceful. The coffee is too hot, and I just tasted a smell. The small action is also giving my brain time to buffer and organize language.

I was busy all day and planned to go home to cook to adjust my mood, but I didn't expect that my mood would be worse.

Putting the cup in his hand on the table, Zhang Yarui's index finger was shaking her thumb, and there was an indelible emotion between her eyebrows. She typed: I think my son is really sick.

When Luo Wanxia saw this news, she was surprised. The first thought in her mind was that the mother's child was sick and said eagerly: Have you taken the child to the hospital for a visit?

Zhang Yarui knew that the other party was wrong and explained: I mean he had a problem with his brain until this time.

Luo Wanxia understood a little bit. Through previous communication and influence, the relationship between the mother and son should not be that bad. Why did the sudden change occur when the mother said this to her son.

What happened?

When Zhang Yarui mentioned this, she was full of anger. When she packed her clothes, she found that her stockings were passive and her legs were moved. The pair of hanging stockings had no feet shape, and they were completely new.

After thinking about it, she immediately locked the suspect on her son, after all, he had a criminal record.

I repeatedly warned me, but I didn’t expect to dare to do this. What do he want to do?

When she thought of her son touching her own personal belongings, Zhang Yarui couldn't help but think of the kitchen. The keyword of association is touch. During these days, her normal behavior is to build a situation that is not touched, use another lifestyle to cover up the previous unhappiness and survive the family life.

But it is obvious that his son didn't do it, and he was doing things again.

With a strong and strong fire, Zhang Yarui didn't plan to give her son too much face and typed: I really want to slap him with my personal belongings.

In a rage, the two big breasts were fluctuating.

Luo Wanxia sighed lightly, and her fingers moved her fingers and sent a message over.

It's masturbation

Zhang Yarui felt that she was being sucked by the eyes, and she was also very suspicious. Why could this intimate sister say it in such a calm tone?

You know?

When she saw this sentence, Luo Wanxia sighed for the second time. She was already surprised. Just the moment before, the information about the web page she was browsing was about this.

I'm looking up information about this because a student

While typing, Luo Wanxia recalled the student's strange behavior. She had been a teacher for so many years and had a keen insight, but many times, in order to worry about the other party's self-esteem, she would not say anything, so in order to better understand, she was also inquiring about this knowledge.

According to your understanding, is this a disease?Zhang Yarui asked for help, the heat in the tea cup was getting less and less, and the water temperature was getting cooler.

If you insist on understanding this way, it is indeed a disease, but it is controllable. Luo Wanxia wrote carefully.

How to guide?

Last time I bought my son something to masturbate, but I haven’t seen him use it before. How can I guide him?

Luo Wanxia was silent, and she was also looking for solutions in this regard. She turned a blind eye to what she encountered today and reminded her indirectly.

I'm ashamed, I'm thinking

Zhang Yarui was a little disappointed, but she thought about inquiring: How did you treat that student at that time?

I just made a fuss, but I fooled myself

This seemingly unfunny sentence made Zhang Yarui laugh.

After all, the child has grown up and has become curious and yearning for the opposite sex. Perhaps in your son's circle, the opposite sex he can contact is your mother.

After reading the full sentence, Zhang Yarui was silent.

a long time.

So what exactly should I do?Just pretend that I didn’t see it and didn’t happen?

Luo Wanxia did not rush to give the answer, and rubbed her brow bones with her right hand, both to relax and to think quietly. After a little, she thought of a more gentle method.

This kind of thing still requires communication. When the child is so old, he needs to know the correct relationship between the two genders.

Zhang Yarui was in trouble. She didn't understand these at all. And as a mother, she couldn't speak up, so she had to refuse: I can't do this. Luo Wanxia obviously made two preparations and continued to throw bricks and inspire her to say: Actually, the best person for this is you, but you can also choose another person, an elder woman, who is also familiar with your son.

In an instant.

Zhang Yarui had a flash of inspiration, and thought of a candidate, and hurriedly said: Thank you first, I will give you a try.

now.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with my eyes blankly, and I was very hungry, but I didn't want to get up, and looked at my phone, without any news, and it was unprecedentedly quiet.

Just when I was about to close my eyes and sleep for the rest of my life, I suddenly remembered the voice call and was shocked.

Aunt Wanling?

When I saw the contact person, my mind suddenly shuddered. I wonder what Aunt Wanling is asking me for. Is it still related to my mother?

While guessing in my heart, I still answered the voice call.

Have you eaten?On the other end of the phone, Aunt Wanling's voice was very casual.

Not yet, I replied honestly.

I'll pick you up for dinner now. Aunt Wanling's tone was very cheerful, which made me very confused. I always felt that Aunt Wanling was the kind of person who would not enter the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. Suddenly, she said to eat. Could it be that Xiang Zhuang danced his sword intent in Pei Gong?

I expressed my doubts: I'll call my mother. No, she said she's not hungry. Tonight, Aunt Wanling takes you to a good place. The food at his house is pretty good. Aunt Wanling talks very well and takes the initiative to arrange a trip for me. She even speaks in an undeniable tone.

Then... well, I didn't answer very firmly, but hesitated, revealing the kind of meaning I didn't really want to go.

Aunt Wanling ignored my subtle changes and urged me like a big heroine: pack your clothes, I will call you when I arrive here.

Then, the voice phone was hung up.

I sat up slowly, lamented, and planned to clean myself and change my clothes.

When I finished cleaning and just putting on my shirt, the voice call rang again. I didn’t have to guess that it was Aunt Wanling who called me.

Come out quickly, my car is already parked outside

Oh oh, I hung up the phone, and I came out of the room in a hurry. When I walked to the door, I looked at my mother's room. The area was very quiet, maybe... my mother was asleep.

I tiptoed downstairs and came outside. The red coupe belonging to Aunt Wanling was very eye-catching. I walked around to the passenger seat and opened the car door. A strong perfume smell hit my arms, which smelled good and intoxicating.

When I looked at Aunt Wanling, I saw her wearing a black and hot hip-covered skirt. The most eye-catching one was the deep V-neck, which showed most of the snow-white and deep cleavage. This attraction alone almost made my eyes pop. Looking at Aunt Wanling's makeup, it was obviously carefully dressed up. Her plump and red lips made me dry mouth, and her eyes seemed to be smiling and hooked, and radio waves were always on.

Little ghost, I can't confuse you, giggle~ Aunt Wanling blinked at me, laughing softly, and hearing people's ears itchy.

My face turned red by Aunt Wanling's squeeze, and I spoke and relieved myself of embarrassment: Aunt Wanling, you are so beautiful tonight

Aunt Wanling's bare hands were placed on the steering wheel, and her beautiful manicures were like colorful butterfly wings, embellishing every place of this beautiful woman.

Is there anything else to say?Aunt Wanling closed her eyes, and her lips, which were as red as fire, had a faint smile, causing a small dimples to spun on her fair cheeks.

Aunt Wanling, you are so beautiful tonight, and you are so beautiful that the whole country is so beautiful. You are really a charming person. I flatter you, but it really fits the saying, "Women are to please themselves, and at the moment when they see Aunt Wanling, their mood seems to have improved."

Her mouth is quite sweet. She has no drinks tonight. Don’t stand and come in quickly. Aunt Wanling’s smile is getting deeper and deeper, and her eyes are facing ahead.

It was not until this time that I realized that I had not gotten in the car. At the same time, I also discovered something. Unexpectedly, Aunt Wanling was wearing black net stockings. Her eyes were just looking at Aunt Wanling's makeup and round breasts, but she missed her lower body outfit.

Damn it!

Aunt Wanling is dressed so sexy, she shows me hard, her cock is very hard.

I quickly changed my sight to prevent myself from making further embarrassment, but the effect was very minimal.

Aunt Wanling, do you have anything else to ask tonight?I found a topic to distract myself.

Aunt Wanling was driving the vehicle and said with a clever smile: What do you think I want to ask?

I thought about it and replied: Is it...about my mother?

Aunt Wanling smiled and said nothing.

Aunt Wanling, I don’t know much about my mother. I’ll get a vaccination first.

Aunt Wanling raised her eyebrows and spat: Little kid, if you can't tell me any useful information, just brush the plate for me.

I knew Aunt Wanling was scaring me, but she didn't take it to my heart. Through the car window, she looked at the view that was galloping through the outside.

Mu Wanling, who was driving attentively, glanced at the big boy on the passenger seat, smiled faintly, and turned the button with her fingers, played the on-board radio, and recalled the message sent by her best friend to her in her mind.