Chapter 9

I pinched Aunt Wanling's flesh-colored stockings with extremely secret methods. When I entered my hand, I felt the heat and softness of Aunt Wanling's skin on her legs and the slippery feeling of the stockings.

I was just trying to teach Aunt Wanling a little lesson, but I didn't expect that after touching this, I felt that it started from the fingers and directly reached the crotch, which made my slightly weak cock hard.

It's really fatal.

After pinching it and retracting my hand, I felt a little regretful, feeling that my hand should not be withdrawn.

Aunt Wanling just glanced at my actions and talked to her mother with a smile.

at this time.

Facing Aunt Wanling's indirect attacks, her mother had a consistent expression, and she looked deep without showing any sign of dew. She blinked and said: Nothing is true.

Aunt Wanling's eyes were flowing, showing her fox's posture. She smiled and shouted at the door: Why haven't you served the food yet?

The waiter responded quickly.

In my heart, I have to admire Aunt Wanling's ability to turn around. When I felt that she had no choice but to do anything to her mother, I heard Aunt Wanling say again: Yarui, I find that the relationship between you mother and son has been much better.

This moment.

Zhang Yarui's eyes flashed for a moment, and she said in a plain tone: I'm his fuck.

Hearing this.

I frowned and felt that my mother was dying about her words, but when I guessed it deeply, there was a world inside. Aunt Wanling asked about the relationship and mother took out the mother and son, and it was all there, and it was really a Tai Chi answer.

I looked at Aunt Wanling with the slanted light at the corner of my eyes, and saw that she was completely useless. She looked at the glass turntable in disappointment, as if thinking about other plans.

I went to the bathroom and my mother stood up and walked out.

At this moment, Aunt Wanling and I were left in the room. Aunt Wanling, who was holding her breath, finally got a chance to breathe and said to me: Only, have you noticed something wrong with your mother?

I said helplessly: Aunt Wanling, you just love gossip, my mom has nothing to do

When I said this, Aunt Wanling sniffed her crisp voice, looked at me with a look of discovering the new world, and said: Oh ~ Are you on the same front with your mother now?

Seeing Aunt Wanling getting excited, I hurriedly used my mother's words: I am her son, oh~ Am I an outsider?Aunt Wanling leaned back slightly, and because the movement was too sudden, the pair of big breasts on her chest also jumped.

I smiled bitterly, and I could see that Aunt Wanling was defeated by her mother. She was just making fun of me, otherwise it would be better to hide the smile at the end of her eyes.

Aunt Wanling is not an outsider, you are my godmother, I said something to please.

Aunt Wanling acted like she was sitting upright, with a hint of disgust, and said: Don't... I can't afford a son like you, it's easy to get angry, and you, the paws...

After saying that, he patted my hand and used the strength. It suddenly hurt to the back of his hand.

Who told Aunt Wanling, you always make fun of me? My other hand kept rubbing the beaten hand, and his words were aggrieved.

Aunt Wanling raised her eyebrows and choked: I'll use it if you want it, otherwise you will pay for this meal.

Damn... Aunt Wanling really can't eat at all, and she has to find the place immediately after eating. Em... she has to find it back from me.

If I have money, I must put the score on it, but nothing can I do.

When Aunt Wanling saw that I was defeated, she supported her cheeks with one hand and showed a foolish smile.

Aunt Wanling, you will only bully me

Hearing my words, Aunt Wanling then joked: As a child, it must be a joke, otherwise you will come here to have a free meal and you will not be able to help you with anything. She sits like the Three Nosense Bodhisattvas who don’t smell or ask or talk.

Oh... I smiled hoarsely, Aunt Wanling couldn't overcome this hurdle.

Just then.

My mother was back. I looked at it for a while and didn't notice anything unusual about my mother. She sat down and fiddled with her cell phone.

I always feel that my mother knows Aunt Wanling’s routine, so the method she takes is to dispel Aunt Wanling’s gossip.

Judging from the results, this method cannot be said to be effective, it is simply very effective.

The so-called Tao is one foot higher than the demon is one foot higher than that.

Thinking of the joy in my heart, I couldn't help but grin and laugh, but as soon as I laughed, a pain suddenly came from my feet, almost making me scream.

Oh ~ Sorry, my aunt didn't see it

Aunt Wanling's self-blame sounded in her ears.

Looking at Aunt Wanling's expression, I always felt that she did it on purpose, but I had no evidence, so I had to say: It's okay.

After thinking about it carefully, Aunt Wanling noticed that she was secretly happy, so she gave me a warning.

Before attending this dinner, I thought the pressure would come from my mother. Now I think I was a big mistake, and the pressure all came from Aunt Wanling.

The food is coming, let's start eating

Aunt Wanling smiled enthusiastically and began to pick up the dishes on her own. Her mother also started to move her chopsticks, but it was the last time I moved her chopsticks.

In the second half of the dinner, nothing happened. After the meal, everyone went back to their own houses.

On the way.

My mother was driving the car, and the expression on her face was very normal. The gaze staring ahead seemed to have a deep meaning. She could feel that there was something in her heart, but I couldn't speak, and I felt that life was good to maintain like this.

When I got home, I got out of the car first, rushed upstairs, came to my room, closed the door, and then settled my heart slightly. For me, it would be better for anyone to stay with, but I just felt something was wrong with my mother.

At this moment.

Zhang Yarui sat in the car, with the seats constantly placed back, leaving her in a half-lying position. This position made her very relaxed, holding her mobile phone in one hand and looking at the information on it.

As a woman, do you feel tired?

During this period, the chat with the intimate sister made Zhang Yarui find a partner to talk to, who is not similar in age, energy and personality, but they are very chatting.

Some words are hard to say to the people around you. Even if you are a good friend, you can open your heart to this intimate sister who has never been masked.

Luo Wanxia looked at the content on the message. She had a rich knowledge and showed a faint sorrow. Her concentrated thoughts were also affected. She slowly typed: How can I not be tired? As soon as the conversation opened, Zhang Yarui said empathetically: It's Ah, I'm not going well, are you looking for it again?

Regarding this topic, it was also because of the actions of her best friend that Zhang Yarui had some thoughts. Her delicate fleshy feet were separated from her high heels, and her two beautiful legs were stacked together and placed on the center console. This comfortable and upright posture made Zhang Yarui feel very comfortable. The claustrophobic environment not only isolated the troubles from the outside world, but also felt at ease inside.

Looking at the questions sent on the screen, Luo Wanxia was a little dazed for a moment. She had never thought about this question.

No, I have experienced a not-so-good memory and spent the rest of my life with my daughter. I am already satisfied enough for me. What about you?

After writing this passage, Luo Wanxia felt that her body seemed to be lighter, she stretched out her hand, pulled out a napkin from the cardboard box next to her, and lit the corner of her eyes. Although she looked rational, she was emotional inside. This chat evoked not very beautiful memories and gave tears a chance to cause trouble.

Zhang Yarui put down the car window, and the wind blew in from outside, blew her dress, her pair of fleshy legs were cold, her skin tightened, and her scattered hair slapped the tip of the nose and the corners of her lips, like a pair of hands, gently stroking the woman who was hurt inside.

A pair of Mingdong eyes looked at the pitch-black dome, with stars and shining dots above representing the always happy things in life, but most of the time, they are black.

Zhang Yarui smiled sadly, feeling that this was her life.

I raised the car window and cut off contact with the outside world, making it feel better at the right time.

Pick up the phone and then replied: I am disappointed with a man. I will be alone in the second half of my life.

Through the words, the fallen sunset feels the bitter taste. If the bitterness is like a bitter melon, it will be difficult to swallow. If you wander in your mouth, you will even notice something wrong in your words.

Where is your child?

Zhang Yarui understood what she meant and continued: He will have his own life in the future, get married and have children, I... I will find a nursing home to spend the sun, and it is also good to raise flowers and dogs.

Although this sentence was made with a smile, Zhang Yarui felt speechless and choked. She stretched out her long arm, ran her index finger lightly, took a napkin, tapped the corners of her eyes, and tears... she slid out without realizing it, and tears flashed in her eyes. Just looking at these eyes, you can directly face the deep sadness.

On weekdays.

Luo Wanxia always felt that her life could not see the future and was dark, but the story of this mother tonight was even worse, and that loneliness hit her heart.

Children are always children and need your life guidance. Isn’t this the responsibility of being a mother? Luo Wanxia encouraged.

A napkin was obviously not enough for the tears tonight. In the car, rustling paper pumping sounded one after another. Zhang Yarui tried to control her emotions, but she didn't know what was going on, and she collapsed so thoroughly.

Thank you, but I am too tired and want to be alone. Maybe my life will be so confused in this life

A gentle sob sounded, and Zhang Yarui leaned back with all her might, trying to return the tears that were gushing back. She held the napkin in her hand and hung it aside with weak strength.

Luo Wanxia took off her glasses, and she could feel the violent pain like a flood. She typed: There are always many unsatisfactory life in life. In fact, you have lived a good life. Find more things to do. I believe your child doesn’t want you to live alone in the end. You can take care of your grandson, right?

Zhang Yarui's red lips slightly pulled, showing a faint smile, and typed: To be continued