At night, an upscale apartment in Chicago Lakeside
The blood-covered boy sat on the sofa with his hands, holding his knees with both hands, staring blankly at the woman sitting cross-legged on the ground reading a book not far away
The other party didn't seem to dare to look directly at him, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
The woman tried her best to restrain herself and let herself immerse herself in the content of the book in her hands, but she was stared at by the other party for so long, even though she thought she was calm, she couldn't help but find it difficult to concentrate.
Mu Ming, how long do you need to watch?
Mu Wanzhi glanced at the boy opposite, his tone was faint
have no idea……
Mu Ming still looked at her, her delicate face, and her eyes responding to her, but he didn't know how to answer. His brain seemed to have stalled, because as soon as he came back to his senses, his mind would inevitably appear in his mind this morning's aunt's slender body was held in his arms by the old black.
(Disgusting! It's so disgusting!)
Mu Ming yelled and scolded in his heart, but he couldn't feel the pleasure of scolding at all. He only felt a moment of depression and depression in his chest. No matter how he comforted himself, it seemed to be useless. He gasped and suppressed the anger and loss in his heart. After saying the three words just now, he was speechless for a long time.
Bang!
The book was closed heavily, Mu Wanzhi avoided the boy's gaze attack, pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, and shook her head slowly. She stood up and said: Since you don't want to say anything, then I'll go back to the house to sleep
But when she walked to Mu Ming and passed by, the boy suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist
He lowered his head and his shoulders shook
Mu Wanzhi's eyes slowly softened, and he raised his other hand to stroke the boy's hair: Hey, do you have something to say to me? Give you another chance. If you don't say it now, then next time...
After Mu Wanzhi said this, she felt her wrist being held tightly and frowned in pain: Mu Ming, what are you doing?
Her response was a hoarse voice:
Aunt...why?
Inside the house, silent
After a long time, Mu Wanzhi sighed:
Xiao Ming, this has nothing to do with you, it’s my aunt’s business…
Why doesn't it have anything to do with me!!
A roar interrupted Mu Wanzhi's words, and she looked surprised. The woman had never seen a shy nephew in such a state. This was the first time she felt that the boy opposite was actually a perfect man.
The boy slowly stood up, holding the woman's wrist but never let go. His face was very pale. Looking at the other person's confused expression at the moment, he felt even more depressed. He lowered his voice and did not let his emotions be released endlessly. He said: Why is it okay? You are me...my aunt Ah
He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say that
Mu Ming, I'm sorry, letting you see what happened today is not my intention. Just pretend that nothing happened. Mu Wanzhi took the palm of her hand from the boy's head. The pain on her wrist made her more awake, and the woman's tone was calm.
But she didn't know that such peace made Mu Ming even more uncomfortable
How is that possible? Mu Ming lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
Is this difficult?
Mu Wanzhi!! The boy finally couldn't help but yell
He shook the woman's wrist, held the other person's shoulders with both hands, stared at the delicate face that had appeared countless times in his dream. He gritted his teeth and he was hysterical: You were with him and that old black last night, right? Tell me, you were with that nigger, you were together all night? Right? Tell me?!
He bent down, his emotions were released to the extreme and he could not cry, just like he suddenly drained all his anger and sadness.
No one knows how heavy the weight of this woman in front of him is in the heart of this young man who looks a little weak and introverted. His vision is a little blurred. In a trance, he saw the beautiful girl again, or the child's own crying and her nose was carried on her back. The brilliance in the child's eyes is probably, happiness...
Perhaps, she no longer remembers the time back then
(Why do you want to be so mean to yourself...)
This is Mu Ming’s only thought at this moment
Mu Ming, Mu Wanzhi quietly looked at the boy who was about the same height as her. She always felt that the other party was like her own brother. She had never seen the other party look so out of control. What was the purpose of?
Even when she saw herself and Rut hugging each other, she never imagined that the other party would have such an attitude. Could it be because of her behavior towards her nephew that night?
The woman regretted it, she shouldn't have provoked her
(He is not someone else, she is her nephew. She was so confused about what she did at that time)
Let it go! Mu Wanzhi spoke: I am your aunt, I shouldn’t ask about my private life, right, Xiao Ming?
For some reason, Mu Wanzhi's eyes were a little red. She shouldn't have been so fragile.
Not really...
Xiao Ming
Not true, right? You are just ordinary friends, right? This kind of hug in the United States is normal. You are just hugs between friends. I think too much, yes, I must be thinking too much, I misunderstood you, that's right? Aunt? You can't be with black people, haha, how is it possible? How can my aunt be with...
Mu Ming's eyes began to dissipate, and he kept muttering to himself, as if he was constantly cheering himself up. It seemed that only in this way would he feel better. Even if he didn't believe what he said, he still had a hint of luck. What if he really misunderstood her?
Last night, I was indeed with black people, and we were having sex... Without giving each other a little comfort, Mu Wanzhi said all this calmly. She didn't like to lie, and there was no need to lie. The only life principle she relied on for survival is to face herself calmly and never escape, so she did not give each other any chance to misunderstand.
Instead of the other party feeling hurt after knowing that she was deceived, it would be better to tell the truth today, let the other party wake up once, and stop thinking about herself. Even if she despises or even hates her aunt in the future, it would be better than keeping him in the dark. She doesn't want to treat him like this, even if she is responsible for her temptation to her nephew.
Don't listen! I didn't hear it!
Release the other party's shoulders, Mu Ming covered his ears, like a child who suddenly saw the real world, was not ready to face the cruel real world, caught off guard, and the worldview collapsed!
Okay, Xiao Ming, today I will let you see such a woman who has made life messy. I am really sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t live here, I…I will move out tomorrow
He raised his hand and put his hair scattered in his ears. Mu Wanzhi smiled with difficulty. She patted her nephew's shoulders who was stunned on the spot, changed into an indifferent expression, and smiled in a relaxed tone: Oh, why do you still have this expression? Do you remember what I said to you before? This world is imperfect, so we must all be happier, right?
Mu Ming didn't answer, he didn't know what to say
Well, since you have nothing to say to me, then I will go back to the house to sleep. Ah, so sleepy!
Mu Wanzhi turned around and stretched her waist. Her slender waist and her perky buttocks formed a perfect curve, demonstrating the woman's excellent figure. She covered her mouth with her right hand, yawning while walking: It's the last night here, I'm going to have a good night, good night!
The girl's figure is getting farther and farther away,
Immersed in the collapse of three views, Mu Ming seemed to be back online at this time, and his body shook slightly for a few times. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait!"
The woman stopped, but did not look back. Her thick black hair covered her snow-white cheeks.
Mu Wanzhi, are you planning to just leave like this?
Mu Ming's voice trembled slightly
The woman's towering breasts fluctuated slightly, and she was a little confused about the other party's attitude. Isn't this what you want?
The boy's eyes twitched slightly. After a long time, he looked at the beautiful figure not far away and whispered: You said, you want to grow up with me, have you forgotten?
The woman chuckled: Well, I shouldn’t say these things, just treat me as nonsense!
You! Mu Ming was speechless for a while. He resisted the urge to curse and continued: Since you said it, how could you say it? I don't agree. You can't bear to blame this account.
Ah? Mu Wanzhi was a little confused and almost laughed out loud (What a second-middle school boy)
Seeing the other person wanting to laugh but not laughing, the boy turned red, and then he said loudly with shamelessness: This is what you said in person, you have to keep your word! This is the bottom line of being a human being
(Boy, what are you going to say?) Mu Wanzhi is a little confused so
I haven't grown up yet, so you can't leave
Mu Ming mustered up the courage and said word by word: You still have to live here, accompany me, and grow up with me... Oh, it's not that I want you like this, it's what you said yourself
(He actually kidnapped me with that joke?!)
Mu Wanzhi turned her head and looked at the young man whose cheeks were already red incredible. It was like the first time he saw the other party as unreasonable and unreasonable.
Kada Mu Wanzhi's door was gently closed
The woman hid behind the door, and she opened her eyes wide and looked ahead. It felt strange. At that moment, she seemed to be hit, and she just wanted to escape.
Bang, bang, bang!
That's my heartbeat
At the same time, the boy standing there did not step forward after all, he sighed quietly
Inside the house, his whisper sounded softly:
How could it be okay? You are me... You are the first woman I like Ah...
Chicago, South Side, Queen's Bar
The dance floor is brightly lit, and men and women are passionate.
At night, this is a hormone distribution center, full of unusual youthful vitality
Pingpur, who had just driven the second-hand wild horse to bomb the street by Ram, walked in from the door, and swayed with dynamic Rap music. A blond and slightly fat white girl next to her was dancing under the stage with her hands high. He couldn't help but reach out and pat the other person's fat butt. The woman screamed, but was not angry, but stuck out her tongue to make an intoxicated posture.
Pingbull grinned happily, and the dentures on his left teeth shone golden under the light. He also began to get excited. His body rotated and his butt was pressed against the woman's buttocks. The two began to dance closely together. The dance floor was filled with joy.
This is the Queen's Bar in Chicago, a very special place
No one noticed that by the dance floor, an Asian boy was adjusting the strings on his own. He seemed to block the noise around him and immersed in his own world, as if he had built up a piece of pure land in this dirty world.
As a resident singer here, he has been used to the chaos in this bar, but he has no worries in his heart.
In his heart, only his girlfriend and music were allowed to accommodate.
My performance just now was neither good nor bad. Although the response was not as enthusiastic as the rap music on the stage, it was considered to be a fixed audience. In Apu's opinion, it was already a smooth situation. He never had too much demand for life, which was also considered a certain degree of self-protection.
About a few minutes later, the rap singer with long-haired sunglasses on the stage ended. With a lot of cheers, Apu also cleaned up the strings and prepared to go home to rest. At this moment, he heard footsteps coming towards him. He looked up and saw the other person's appearance. Apu sighed softly: Hey, Pingpu, you came earlier than usual today.
It's Ah, there are not many cars on the street. Should you change your broken piano? It's always up to you to repair Ah, isn't it annoying?
A fierce-looking black guy was covered in sweat, holding his tattooed neck with his right hand and walking towards Apu as he said
The piano needs to be maintained, how can it be changed casually? New ones will always be unpleasant. Ap didn't look up at the other person. He didn't like to talk to this black man, especially when he joked with Lisa last time, which made him even worse about Pingpur. If it weren't for the other person being a regular visitor in this bar, he wouldn't have planned to deal with him.
If it breaks, change it, that's right! I saw the white girl who danced with me just now. How about it? She's really good in shape! What I want to say is that this is my charm!
The man bragged while showing a relaxed look
Apu looked up at the other person and snorted from his nose: His arm had spades tattooed on...
What? Do you really see spades printed on her arm? What the fuck! She is actually the queen of spades, Oh my gd! What did I miss!
Pingbul's palms are facing upward, looking very upset
It's not too late now. Look, she's waiting for you at the door of the backstage... Apu looked up and looked in the direction of the backstage, as if he was anxious about the IQ of the black guy in front of him. On the other hand, he also hoped that the other party would leave the range around him as soon as possible.
Pingbul looked in the direction he pointed. The exposed-dressed white girl was indeed standing at the door of the backstage and also looked in the direction he was in. The woman stretched out her finger and hooked it. This action instantly ignited Pingbul's enthusiasm.
Did you see it? Apu, this is my charm! He did not forget to show off himself, and at the same time he was looking for a scene for his embarrassment just now
No, it's the charm of spades, Ap whispered, and there was no lack of sarcasm in his words
The charm of spades is my charm! After saying that, Pinble patted Apu on the shoulder and shook his head to the backstage
Shameless guy, wait for the other party to walk away, Apu shook his head helplessly
Such situations happen almost every day, and for him who has been mingling with such occasions for a long time, it is no longer surprising.
The so-called Queen of Spades he just mentioned is actually a unique subculture of Interracial (interracial) love developed in Europe and the United States in recent years. To be precise, this is not love, but rather a sexual fetish that is easily spread, especially the sexual attraction between blacks and whites.
Spades are the core symbol of this subculture and are also a very obscure sexual suggestion
For Apu, this kind of culture is not a good thing, because in the Interracial environment, Asian men are relatively marginalized characters. This is the norm in European and American culture, and it also makes Apu feel disheartened.
Therefore, after initially rejecting Lisa's pursuit, Ap gradually accepted it, and even had sexual impulses due to the many contacts between Lisa and the black man, which made him very upset. In order to escape this emotion, he was addicted to music. He knew that this was a pathological psychology, and he also accepted such a life.
Because he still loves Lisa, no one except her seems to be able to tolerate such a decadent self, right?
After sorting out the guitar in his hand, he carried his bag and was about to walk out. At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure coming into his eyes. He was a little surprised at the other party's arrival, and then he stopped him:
Lisa? Why are you here?
The woman was wearing a loose gray sweatshirt. Although she couldn't be called naked, she was far from the thick makeup she usually came to the bar. Her nose was a little red and her face was not very good-looking. Apu was not sure whether the other party was cold or crying.
I went to find Rut today. Lisa's hair was a little messy and she was straight to the point.
He bullied you? Apu's eyes looked a little resentful
Go out, I'll tell you
Apu was in a very complicated mood at the moment, but he still followed him out.
Apu, do you still remember what I said to you?
Lisa took out the lighter and lit a Korean-style fine cigarette for herself. She took a sip and the protruding smoke spread out under the street lights, like a floating ghost. She then continued: Once a woman is contaminated with the poison of black people, she can't go back.
Apu carried the guitar bag on his shoulder with his right hand, and kicked the ground with his head down. He smiled: Yes, many women are like this, aren't you the same...
When saying this, Apu turned off his emotional switch, and he did not experience the pain caused by this inferiority complex.
It's Ah, I always thought so, but... Lisa's eyes were a little dazed, she took another breath of cigarette, and then said: It's incredible that Rut didn't take her down, she was not convinced by Lu's feature!
Who are you talking about? Apu rarely sees the other person so confused, he asked curiously
The woman I told you last time, Mu Wanzhi, came here to study abroad, raised his right hand and Lisa tried to smooth out her somewhat scattered hair
So you come to ask me, are you just going to talk to her? Apu is obviously a little disappointed. She thought the other party was here to pick her up, but she still thought it was wrong.
Apu, what's wrong with you? Lisa noticed something wrong with the man
Nothing, that woman is not obsessed with Rut? Ap doesn't plan to talk about his little thoughts to the other party
Do you think it's normal? But she is so obsessed with black people on Twitter. She should be unable to do without black people. Is it because Rutt is not strong enough? Or do she have other black partners?
Lisa was obviously a little anxious. She didn't care about continuing to smoke the remaining half of the cigarette, but reached out and grabbed Apu's clothes on his arm.
The man looked at the anxious and disobedient woman in front of him and didn't speak for a long time
It was not until the woman popped the remaining cigarette butts on the ground and sent out stars that he slowly spoke: Twitter is a virtual world, what she shows may be what she wants to see, but you probably don’t know what kind of person she is, maybe she is like you said, not addicted to black people, just treating them as a tool to vent.
You mean, she is actually playing with Rut? Lisa thoughtful
I just think there is such a possibility. Of course, it is not ruled out that Rutt's ability is not enough to meet her physiological needs, or she doesn't want others to know that she is with black people, etc. These are possible. If you want to know, then just ask her directly. I am not her. These are all my guesses. Apu expressed his thoughts.
No, no, I can't question her like this, maybe she will escape, or we can think of a way to let her accept Rut, or other black people, anyone can
Lisa, I don't understand, this Mu Wanzhi is so worthy of your attention? Apu was very surprised and could hardly believe his ears
You don't understand! Lisa was a little angry: How long did it take to find such a perfect publicity template? Do you understand the hardships in it? You don't understand at all!
Women begin to feel hysterical
Anyway, don't ask why, you just need to know that I need her, she is the most important part of my plan, so I have to ask her to fall in love with black people as soon as possible, can you help me?
The woman's eyes were very firm, which made Apu, who was not willing to ask for anything on weekdays, very uncomfortable.
(It's simply unreasonable) Apu complained in his heart
But he also knew that this was something he had to do because it was Lisa who lent it
Well, you can think of this. Whether she is really obsessed with black people or not, but she can find them, it means that she is also a woman with strong sexual needs. Apu sighed helplessly, and at this time he was indeed interested in Mu Wanzhi, because he could not imagine why Lisa would be so obsessed with that woman no matter what.
Her sexual ability far exceeded my expectations. It can be said that she was born with a perfect body for sex. Lisa took a step back, leaned against the street light, took out a cigarette and took another sip.
Apu asked in surprise: Do women also have the so-called sexual ability?
Of course, hey, you have never experienced it. Lisa glanced at her boyfriend's puzzled eyes, and the fog in her mouth was floating under the fog lights, covering her face: During sex, a woman's physical strength factor is also very important, and her lower body can withstand repeated and vigorous thrusting, sensitivity, lubrication, and feel...
Speaking of this, Lisa realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing afterwards. She turned to look at her boyfriend's slightly pale face and stopped her words. She coughed lightly, saying that she was not deliberately stimulating the other party.
Apu's chest was a little stuffy. Although he knew that the other party was not intentionally mocking him, the words just now still implied that he could not force out the limit of the physical strength of a woman when having sex. He was not angry, but felt a little regretful. How good would it be if he was not born with this weak body.
After waiting for a while, he still spoke: If one is not enough, then two are not enough, only three, or more people, in short, it will be right to make her happy.
In the darkness, the cigarette butts lit up in the wind, Lisa was stunned
She didn't even realize that her boyfriend was so sarcastic...
If you don't believe it, come with me. Apu's voice is very stable, but it also reveals a little fatigue.
The two walked into the bar again, walked through the noisy dance floor, and Apu took Lisa into the backstage of the bar
It is an underground world composed of multiple private rooms, and it is the stage for black people to have fun.
The man's roar,
The woman's moans,
Echoing in the corridor
Through the open door, Lisa saw a white girl surrounded by several strong black men, trapped in front and back, and left and right.
Hormone splash!
Apu looked tummy. Although the woman surrounding the middle was sweating profusely and the makeup on her face was also exhausted, he still recognized that she was the woman who danced with Pingbull before!
At this moment, Pingbul, who was covered in tattoos, was standing happily behind the girl and thrusting hard with another black man in the two open flesh holes of the other party.
Apu felt a little vomiting. Such a picture made him feel physically uncomfortable with a cleanliness obsession.
But unlike him, Lisa beside her stared at this passionate sensual drama, and the brilliance in her eyes gradually became brighter
Thoughts rose in her heart, she murmured to herself:
Mu Wanzhi, I must try this ultimate experience...
At night, a high-end apartment in Binhu District
Mu Wanzhi was lying on the bed in her room. The room was pitch black. She was wrapped in a quilt and looked sideways, but her eyes were not closed. She had a very good sleep level for a long time, but she couldn't sleep tonight.
I didn't expect things to develop like this. Mu Ming knew his secret so quickly
How would he view such a ridiculous aunt as himself?
Mu Wanzhi's breathing was getting faster and she was actually not ready to face such a thing. She didn't know what was right. She originally planned to move out and pretended that nothing had happened, but was unexpectedly rejected by Mu Ming, the stinky brat.
My promise to him...
Mu Wanzhi chewed this sentence repeatedly in the dark room, and she was a little confused.
That was just a joke between me and my nephew. My indecent aunt probably never imagined that my nephew would really take this sentence seriously. It seemed a bit tricky.
(He won't really take this sentence seriously, right?)
Mu Wanzhi had a headache
(Did Mu Ming actually develop a love-like feeling for herself?)
When the woman thought of this, she felt a throbbing in her chest. She lifted the quilt, sat up straight, rubbed her hands on her hair. She was anxious for the first time.
Looking back at the daytime by the lake, the other person looked at him...
Oh! He even knew about Rut. He had said arrogantly before, "I want to grow up with her." This... Is this too shameless? It's still someone's dear aunt. I'm so shameless. Ah, Ah, so embarrassed...
On the bed, Mu Wanzhi kept muttering to herself, feeling that this is the only way to vent her extremely shameful emotions.
Three minutes later, the woman returned to calm
Room, outside the large floor-to-ceiling window, a bright moon hangs high
She lifted the quilt and was naked, with only her delicate pink underwear covering her lower body.
The slender soles were stomping on the slightly cold oak floor. The woman's body was very light, and the tall and plump round breast balls were not supported by a bra, but she didn't know how to sag. She showed a hemisphere shape and trembled slightly on her chest. The pink nipples were almost invisible to the areola. Combined with the slender waist and the exaggerated proportions, even the models in the magazine were pale in comparison.
But at this moment, the owner of this body has no time to appreciate himself
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly outside the window, and the reflection of the moonlight on the lake.
Mu Wanzhi sighed slowly
Such a situation has exceeded her control. At this moment, she truly realized how ridiculous her fantasy that she could control life was. She still overestimated herself. This world is full of various variables, so how could she control it?
Mu Wanzhi recalled the strong black man named Rut, who seemed to want to have something to do with him.
The woman shook her head immediately
(Can't contact that man anymore)
This is her decision, and it is already very good. I have to admit that the other party is indeed a great sex partner, and he can even be called a sex warrior, but this kind of relationship is best limited to one night of love, and it is a bit inappropriate to be a sexual partner.
Accept the original impulses in your body, but not be bound or restricted by such impulses.
This is probably one of Mu Wanzhi's principles for love
Just keep those two nights as a wonderful experience in your memory
As for Lisa, she was just acquainted with her Twitter partner, and she had met her. Although she was able to chat with her for the first time, it was limited to Mu Wanzhi's intentional cooperation with her. A woman like Lisa who is a little ill-minded is a good sociological research object, but it is not necessary to become a close friend.
Lisa, really admires black people
But she is not
The most difficult relationship to deal with at present is actually how to continue between myself and Mu Ming
Mu Wanzhi didn't have a clear idea of this
Because after this nephew made her come to the United States,
The first time I feel the sense of belonging to home
It is no exaggeration to say that even in my own home in Shanghai, I don’t seem to feel safe in this apartment.
Mu Wanzhi didn't know why he felt this way about Mu Ming, but the other party did it.
If he was not his nephew, he might have been pushed down on the bed by his shameless woman at this moment.
She turned around and sat slowly on the wooden floor against the window, holding her knees with her hands. The woman buried her head between her legs, and she laughed at herself.
Today my father sent him a WeChat message. This man is still so serious, and the words on the WeChat present a solemn and unquestionable atmosphere.
Mu Wanzhi curled up instinctively, as if only in this way could he bring a hint of warmth to himself
My father's serious face is the shadow of her childhood
Boone Hedge Fund Internship Invitation...
Mu Wanzhi whispered the contents of her father's WeChat. She wondered why her father suddenly told her to accept such an internship invitation. How did they get involved?
Yes, it's Lawrence Boone
Mu Wanzhi still remembers that this guy tried to invite him to participate in the internship at his family company before.
My father had never mentioned this internationally renowned fund company before, which means that this request could not be a unilateral request from my father.
If anyone in Boone Hedge Fund would think of himself as a freshman at the University of Chicago, he wouldn't have to use his brain, it must be Lawrence Boone's pen
He should not have such face, perhaps the condition is John Boone, the actual person in charge of the company.
But what Mu Wanzhi couldn't understand was why the white young man used such a large resource just for a woman who was not special?
In terms of cost performance, this is definitely not a good deal
(I really don't understand what this Lawrence is selling)
If you can't think clearly, don't bother thinking about things, otherwise it will be a waste of time.
This is also one of Mu Wanzhi's principles
Another thing, she looked up at a document on the table not far away. It was a assistance plan formulated by the Chicago Municipal Government's public charity foundation. As financial support for Chicago's relatively chaotic southern black neighborhood, the University of Chicago is one of the plan's plan and will regularly launch a group of volunteers to participate in the plan.
Of course, volunteers are not free voluntary labor. In addition to the credit bonus provided by the University of Chicago, there is also the city finance providing a cash support of $200 per week, which is still very attractive to many students at the University of Chicago. Mu Wanzhi also signed up for this plan last month and was not determined until last week.
Although these cash encouragement doesn't matter to Mu Wanzhi, the credit bonus is still worth it, not to mention that she also did charity. This is also a very pleasant and relaxing thing for Mu Wanzhi, who has liked to help others since childhood, so she signed up without hesitation at the first time.
As for the person to teach in two days, she also remembered the other person's name.
Jill Irving, and his brother, also the boy's guardian on the document, Ram Irving, according to the document, was a young car repair shop owner
The guardian is actually the elder brother?
(This chaotic black community…)
Mu Wanzhi sighed in her heart, but this was also a momentary thought, and then she no longer cared about it.
After coming to the United States, she went deep into her heart for the first time. After all, she was due to the complicated eyes of her previous nephew.
(Mu Ming, you little brat, there are so many dramas!)
Mu Wanzhi took a deep breath helplessly, and was somewhat unable to let go of Mu Ming's child.
At the same time, her breathing began to become more and more rapid, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
Um……
Mu Wanzhi couldn't help but snorted, she called out a secretly,
That familiar and irresistible feeling comes again!
The woman subconsciously clamped her legs, and a slight numbness came from between her legs
Immediately, Mu Wanzhi felt that the base of her legs gradually began to become wet
She bit her lip and sat on the ground, her legs constantly rubbing against each other, but the more this happened, the more itchy the lower body became, and she could not control it at all.
(Oh, sex addiction is happening again...)
Mu Wanzhi frowned, and her toes began to curl up
Since the first menstrual period in junior high school, this tidal desire has occurred frequently like a cervix attached to the bone. At first, it only happened once every ten days and half a month. However, after high school, this situation has become increasingly dense. Now it is almost a day to go back and forth, and every day is not fixed. Once it occurs, the lower body becomes extremely itchy. I really want to find something to put it in...
The woman raised her head, her legs slowly spread apart, and her butt was also stuck out. Her white palms trembled into her pink underwear. Her fingertips slid across her vagina, and she felt goosebumps. She looked at the ceiling, her eyes gradually faded.
In a trance, she seemed to see a blurry figure
Who is that?
Mu Wanzhi was slightly surprised. He had never had a sexual fantasy before.
As the figure gradually became clear, the originally charming eyes suddenly opened wide, and Mu Wanzhi exclaimed:
Xiao Ming?
The blood-covered boy sat on the sofa with his hands, holding his knees with both hands, staring blankly at the woman sitting cross-legged on the ground reading a book not far away
The other party didn't seem to dare to look directly at him, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
The woman tried her best to restrain herself and let herself immerse herself in the content of the book in her hands, but she was stared at by the other party for so long, even though she thought she was calm, she couldn't help but find it difficult to concentrate.
Mu Ming, how long do you need to watch?
Mu Wanzhi glanced at the boy opposite, his tone was faint
have no idea……
Mu Ming still looked at her, her delicate face, and her eyes responding to her, but he didn't know how to answer. His brain seemed to have stalled, because as soon as he came back to his senses, his mind would inevitably appear in his mind this morning's aunt's slender body was held in his arms by the old black.
(Disgusting! It's so disgusting!)
Mu Ming yelled and scolded in his heart, but he couldn't feel the pleasure of scolding at all. He only felt a moment of depression and depression in his chest. No matter how he comforted himself, it seemed to be useless. He gasped and suppressed the anger and loss in his heart. After saying the three words just now, he was speechless for a long time.
Bang!
The book was closed heavily, Mu Wanzhi avoided the boy's gaze attack, pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, and shook her head slowly. She stood up and said: Since you don't want to say anything, then I'll go back to the house to sleep
But when she walked to Mu Ming and passed by, the boy suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist
He lowered his head and his shoulders shook
Mu Wanzhi's eyes slowly softened, and he raised his other hand to stroke the boy's hair: Hey, do you have something to say to me? Give you another chance. If you don't say it now, then next time...
After Mu Wanzhi said this, she felt her wrist being held tightly and frowned in pain: Mu Ming, what are you doing?
Her response was a hoarse voice:
Aunt...why?
Inside the house, silent
After a long time, Mu Wanzhi sighed:
Xiao Ming, this has nothing to do with you, it’s my aunt’s business…
Why doesn't it have anything to do with me!!
A roar interrupted Mu Wanzhi's words, and she looked surprised. The woman had never seen a shy nephew in such a state. This was the first time she felt that the boy opposite was actually a perfect man.
The boy slowly stood up, holding the woman's wrist but never let go. His face was very pale. Looking at the other person's confused expression at the moment, he felt even more depressed. He lowered his voice and did not let his emotions be released endlessly. He said: Why is it okay? You are me...my aunt Ah
He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say that
Mu Ming, I'm sorry, letting you see what happened today is not my intention. Just pretend that nothing happened. Mu Wanzhi took the palm of her hand from the boy's head. The pain on her wrist made her more awake, and the woman's tone was calm.
But she didn't know that such peace made Mu Ming even more uncomfortable
How is that possible? Mu Ming lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
Is this difficult?
Mu Wanzhi!! The boy finally couldn't help but yell
He shook the woman's wrist, held the other person's shoulders with both hands, stared at the delicate face that had appeared countless times in his dream. He gritted his teeth and he was hysterical: You were with him and that old black last night, right? Tell me, you were with that nigger, you were together all night? Right? Tell me?!
He bent down, his emotions were released to the extreme and he could not cry, just like he suddenly drained all his anger and sadness.
No one knows how heavy the weight of this woman in front of him is in the heart of this young man who looks a little weak and introverted. His vision is a little blurred. In a trance, he saw the beautiful girl again, or the child's own crying and her nose was carried on her back. The brilliance in the child's eyes is probably, happiness...
Perhaps, she no longer remembers the time back then
(Why do you want to be so mean to yourself...)
This is Mu Ming’s only thought at this moment
Mu Ming, Mu Wanzhi quietly looked at the boy who was about the same height as her. She always felt that the other party was like her own brother. She had never seen the other party look so out of control. What was the purpose of?
Even when she saw herself and Rut hugging each other, she never imagined that the other party would have such an attitude. Could it be because of her behavior towards her nephew that night?
The woman regretted it, she shouldn't have provoked her
(He is not someone else, she is her nephew. She was so confused about what she did at that time)
Let it go! Mu Wanzhi spoke: I am your aunt, I shouldn’t ask about my private life, right, Xiao Ming?
For some reason, Mu Wanzhi's eyes were a little red. She shouldn't have been so fragile.
Not really...
Xiao Ming
Not true, right? You are just ordinary friends, right? This kind of hug in the United States is normal. You are just hugs between friends. I think too much, yes, I must be thinking too much, I misunderstood you, that's right? Aunt? You can't be with black people, haha, how is it possible? How can my aunt be with...
Mu Ming's eyes began to dissipate, and he kept muttering to himself, as if he was constantly cheering himself up. It seemed that only in this way would he feel better. Even if he didn't believe what he said, he still had a hint of luck. What if he really misunderstood her?
Last night, I was indeed with black people, and we were having sex... Without giving each other a little comfort, Mu Wanzhi said all this calmly. She didn't like to lie, and there was no need to lie. The only life principle she relied on for survival is to face herself calmly and never escape, so she did not give each other any chance to misunderstand.
Instead of the other party feeling hurt after knowing that she was deceived, it would be better to tell the truth today, let the other party wake up once, and stop thinking about herself. Even if she despises or even hates her aunt in the future, it would be better than keeping him in the dark. She doesn't want to treat him like this, even if she is responsible for her temptation to her nephew.
Don't listen! I didn't hear it!
Release the other party's shoulders, Mu Ming covered his ears, like a child who suddenly saw the real world, was not ready to face the cruel real world, caught off guard, and the worldview collapsed!
Okay, Xiao Ming, today I will let you see such a woman who has made life messy. I am really sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t live here, I…I will move out tomorrow
He raised his hand and put his hair scattered in his ears. Mu Wanzhi smiled with difficulty. She patted her nephew's shoulders who was stunned on the spot, changed into an indifferent expression, and smiled in a relaxed tone: Oh, why do you still have this expression? Do you remember what I said to you before? This world is imperfect, so we must all be happier, right?
Mu Ming didn't answer, he didn't know what to say
Well, since you have nothing to say to me, then I will go back to the house to sleep. Ah, so sleepy!
Mu Wanzhi turned around and stretched her waist. Her slender waist and her perky buttocks formed a perfect curve, demonstrating the woman's excellent figure. She covered her mouth with her right hand, yawning while walking: It's the last night here, I'm going to have a good night, good night!
The girl's figure is getting farther and farther away,
Immersed in the collapse of three views, Mu Ming seemed to be back online at this time, and his body shook slightly for a few times. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait!"
The woman stopped, but did not look back. Her thick black hair covered her snow-white cheeks.
Mu Wanzhi, are you planning to just leave like this?
Mu Ming's voice trembled slightly
The woman's towering breasts fluctuated slightly, and she was a little confused about the other party's attitude. Isn't this what you want?
The boy's eyes twitched slightly. After a long time, he looked at the beautiful figure not far away and whispered: You said, you want to grow up with me, have you forgotten?
The woman chuckled: Well, I shouldn’t say these things, just treat me as nonsense!
You! Mu Ming was speechless for a while. He resisted the urge to curse and continued: Since you said it, how could you say it? I don't agree. You can't bear to blame this account.
Ah? Mu Wanzhi was a little confused and almost laughed out loud (What a second-middle school boy)
Seeing the other person wanting to laugh but not laughing, the boy turned red, and then he said loudly with shamelessness: This is what you said in person, you have to keep your word! This is the bottom line of being a human being
(Boy, what are you going to say?) Mu Wanzhi is a little confused so
I haven't grown up yet, so you can't leave
Mu Ming mustered up the courage and said word by word: You still have to live here, accompany me, and grow up with me... Oh, it's not that I want you like this, it's what you said yourself
(He actually kidnapped me with that joke?!)
Mu Wanzhi turned her head and looked at the young man whose cheeks were already red incredible. It was like the first time he saw the other party as unreasonable and unreasonable.
Kada Mu Wanzhi's door was gently closed
The woman hid behind the door, and she opened her eyes wide and looked ahead. It felt strange. At that moment, she seemed to be hit, and she just wanted to escape.
Bang, bang, bang!
That's my heartbeat
At the same time, the boy standing there did not step forward after all, he sighed quietly
Inside the house, his whisper sounded softly:
How could it be okay? You are me... You are the first woman I like Ah...
Chicago, South Side, Queen's Bar
The dance floor is brightly lit, and men and women are passionate.
At night, this is a hormone distribution center, full of unusual youthful vitality
Pingpur, who had just driven the second-hand wild horse to bomb the street by Ram, walked in from the door, and swayed with dynamic Rap music. A blond and slightly fat white girl next to her was dancing under the stage with her hands high. He couldn't help but reach out and pat the other person's fat butt. The woman screamed, but was not angry, but stuck out her tongue to make an intoxicated posture.
Pingbull grinned happily, and the dentures on his left teeth shone golden under the light. He also began to get excited. His body rotated and his butt was pressed against the woman's buttocks. The two began to dance closely together. The dance floor was filled with joy.
This is the Queen's Bar in Chicago, a very special place
No one noticed that by the dance floor, an Asian boy was adjusting the strings on his own. He seemed to block the noise around him and immersed in his own world, as if he had built up a piece of pure land in this dirty world.
As a resident singer here, he has been used to the chaos in this bar, but he has no worries in his heart.
In his heart, only his girlfriend and music were allowed to accommodate.
My performance just now was neither good nor bad. Although the response was not as enthusiastic as the rap music on the stage, it was considered to be a fixed audience. In Apu's opinion, it was already a smooth situation. He never had too much demand for life, which was also considered a certain degree of self-protection.
About a few minutes later, the rap singer with long-haired sunglasses on the stage ended. With a lot of cheers, Apu also cleaned up the strings and prepared to go home to rest. At this moment, he heard footsteps coming towards him. He looked up and saw the other person's appearance. Apu sighed softly: Hey, Pingpu, you came earlier than usual today.
It's Ah, there are not many cars on the street. Should you change your broken piano? It's always up to you to repair Ah, isn't it annoying?
A fierce-looking black guy was covered in sweat, holding his tattooed neck with his right hand and walking towards Apu as he said
The piano needs to be maintained, how can it be changed casually? New ones will always be unpleasant. Ap didn't look up at the other person. He didn't like to talk to this black man, especially when he joked with Lisa last time, which made him even worse about Pingpur. If it weren't for the other person being a regular visitor in this bar, he wouldn't have planned to deal with him.
If it breaks, change it, that's right! I saw the white girl who danced with me just now. How about it? She's really good in shape! What I want to say is that this is my charm!
The man bragged while showing a relaxed look
Apu looked up at the other person and snorted from his nose: His arm had spades tattooed on...
What? Do you really see spades printed on her arm? What the fuck! She is actually the queen of spades, Oh my gd! What did I miss!
Pingbul's palms are facing upward, looking very upset
It's not too late now. Look, she's waiting for you at the door of the backstage... Apu looked up and looked in the direction of the backstage, as if he was anxious about the IQ of the black guy in front of him. On the other hand, he also hoped that the other party would leave the range around him as soon as possible.
Pingbul looked in the direction he pointed. The exposed-dressed white girl was indeed standing at the door of the backstage and also looked in the direction he was in. The woman stretched out her finger and hooked it. This action instantly ignited Pingbul's enthusiasm.
Did you see it? Apu, this is my charm! He did not forget to show off himself, and at the same time he was looking for a scene for his embarrassment just now
No, it's the charm of spades, Ap whispered, and there was no lack of sarcasm in his words
The charm of spades is my charm! After saying that, Pinble patted Apu on the shoulder and shook his head to the backstage
Shameless guy, wait for the other party to walk away, Apu shook his head helplessly
Such situations happen almost every day, and for him who has been mingling with such occasions for a long time, it is no longer surprising.
The so-called Queen of Spades he just mentioned is actually a unique subculture of Interracial (interracial) love developed in Europe and the United States in recent years. To be precise, this is not love, but rather a sexual fetish that is easily spread, especially the sexual attraction between blacks and whites.
Spades are the core symbol of this subculture and are also a very obscure sexual suggestion
For Apu, this kind of culture is not a good thing, because in the Interracial environment, Asian men are relatively marginalized characters. This is the norm in European and American culture, and it also makes Apu feel disheartened.
Therefore, after initially rejecting Lisa's pursuit, Ap gradually accepted it, and even had sexual impulses due to the many contacts between Lisa and the black man, which made him very upset. In order to escape this emotion, he was addicted to music. He knew that this was a pathological psychology, and he also accepted such a life.
Because he still loves Lisa, no one except her seems to be able to tolerate such a decadent self, right?
After sorting out the guitar in his hand, he carried his bag and was about to walk out. At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure coming into his eyes. He was a little surprised at the other party's arrival, and then he stopped him:
Lisa? Why are you here?
The woman was wearing a loose gray sweatshirt. Although she couldn't be called naked, she was far from the thick makeup she usually came to the bar. Her nose was a little red and her face was not very good-looking. Apu was not sure whether the other party was cold or crying.
I went to find Rut today. Lisa's hair was a little messy and she was straight to the point.
He bullied you? Apu's eyes looked a little resentful
Go out, I'll tell you
Apu was in a very complicated mood at the moment, but he still followed him out.
Apu, do you still remember what I said to you?
Lisa took out the lighter and lit a Korean-style fine cigarette for herself. She took a sip and the protruding smoke spread out under the street lights, like a floating ghost. She then continued: Once a woman is contaminated with the poison of black people, she can't go back.
Apu carried the guitar bag on his shoulder with his right hand, and kicked the ground with his head down. He smiled: Yes, many women are like this, aren't you the same...
When saying this, Apu turned off his emotional switch, and he did not experience the pain caused by this inferiority complex.
It's Ah, I always thought so, but... Lisa's eyes were a little dazed, she took another breath of cigarette, and then said: It's incredible that Rut didn't take her down, she was not convinced by Lu's feature!
Who are you talking about? Apu rarely sees the other person so confused, he asked curiously
The woman I told you last time, Mu Wanzhi, came here to study abroad, raised his right hand and Lisa tried to smooth out her somewhat scattered hair
So you come to ask me, are you just going to talk to her? Apu is obviously a little disappointed. She thought the other party was here to pick her up, but she still thought it was wrong.
Apu, what's wrong with you? Lisa noticed something wrong with the man
Nothing, that woman is not obsessed with Rut? Ap doesn't plan to talk about his little thoughts to the other party
Do you think it's normal? But she is so obsessed with black people on Twitter. She should be unable to do without black people. Is it because Rutt is not strong enough? Or do she have other black partners?
Lisa was obviously a little anxious. She didn't care about continuing to smoke the remaining half of the cigarette, but reached out and grabbed Apu's clothes on his arm.
The man looked at the anxious and disobedient woman in front of him and didn't speak for a long time
It was not until the woman popped the remaining cigarette butts on the ground and sent out stars that he slowly spoke: Twitter is a virtual world, what she shows may be what she wants to see, but you probably don’t know what kind of person she is, maybe she is like you said, not addicted to black people, just treating them as a tool to vent.
You mean, she is actually playing with Rut? Lisa thoughtful
I just think there is such a possibility. Of course, it is not ruled out that Rutt's ability is not enough to meet her physiological needs, or she doesn't want others to know that she is with black people, etc. These are possible. If you want to know, then just ask her directly. I am not her. These are all my guesses. Apu expressed his thoughts.
No, no, I can't question her like this, maybe she will escape, or we can think of a way to let her accept Rut, or other black people, anyone can
Lisa, I don't understand, this Mu Wanzhi is so worthy of your attention? Apu was very surprised and could hardly believe his ears
You don't understand! Lisa was a little angry: How long did it take to find such a perfect publicity template? Do you understand the hardships in it? You don't understand at all!
Women begin to feel hysterical
Anyway, don't ask why, you just need to know that I need her, she is the most important part of my plan, so I have to ask her to fall in love with black people as soon as possible, can you help me?
The woman's eyes were very firm, which made Apu, who was not willing to ask for anything on weekdays, very uncomfortable.
(It's simply unreasonable) Apu complained in his heart
But he also knew that this was something he had to do because it was Lisa who lent it
Well, you can think of this. Whether she is really obsessed with black people or not, but she can find them, it means that she is also a woman with strong sexual needs. Apu sighed helplessly, and at this time he was indeed interested in Mu Wanzhi, because he could not imagine why Lisa would be so obsessed with that woman no matter what.
Her sexual ability far exceeded my expectations. It can be said that she was born with a perfect body for sex. Lisa took a step back, leaned against the street light, took out a cigarette and took another sip.
Apu asked in surprise: Do women also have the so-called sexual ability?
Of course, hey, you have never experienced it. Lisa glanced at her boyfriend's puzzled eyes, and the fog in her mouth was floating under the fog lights, covering her face: During sex, a woman's physical strength factor is also very important, and her lower body can withstand repeated and vigorous thrusting, sensitivity, lubrication, and feel...
Speaking of this, Lisa realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing afterwards. She turned to look at her boyfriend's slightly pale face and stopped her words. She coughed lightly, saying that she was not deliberately stimulating the other party.
Apu's chest was a little stuffy. Although he knew that the other party was not intentionally mocking him, the words just now still implied that he could not force out the limit of the physical strength of a woman when having sex. He was not angry, but felt a little regretful. How good would it be if he was not born with this weak body.
After waiting for a while, he still spoke: If one is not enough, then two are not enough, only three, or more people, in short, it will be right to make her happy.
In the darkness, the cigarette butts lit up in the wind, Lisa was stunned
She didn't even realize that her boyfriend was so sarcastic...
If you don't believe it, come with me. Apu's voice is very stable, but it also reveals a little fatigue.
The two walked into the bar again, walked through the noisy dance floor, and Apu took Lisa into the backstage of the bar
It is an underground world composed of multiple private rooms, and it is the stage for black people to have fun.
The man's roar,
The woman's moans,
Echoing in the corridor
Through the open door, Lisa saw a white girl surrounded by several strong black men, trapped in front and back, and left and right.
Hormone splash!
Apu looked tummy. Although the woman surrounding the middle was sweating profusely and the makeup on her face was also exhausted, he still recognized that she was the woman who danced with Pingbull before!
At this moment, Pingbul, who was covered in tattoos, was standing happily behind the girl and thrusting hard with another black man in the two open flesh holes of the other party.
Apu felt a little vomiting. Such a picture made him feel physically uncomfortable with a cleanliness obsession.
But unlike him, Lisa beside her stared at this passionate sensual drama, and the brilliance in her eyes gradually became brighter
Thoughts rose in her heart, she murmured to herself:
Mu Wanzhi, I must try this ultimate experience...
At night, a high-end apartment in Binhu District
Mu Wanzhi was lying on the bed in her room. The room was pitch black. She was wrapped in a quilt and looked sideways, but her eyes were not closed. She had a very good sleep level for a long time, but she couldn't sleep tonight.
I didn't expect things to develop like this. Mu Ming knew his secret so quickly
How would he view such a ridiculous aunt as himself?
Mu Wanzhi's breathing was getting faster and she was actually not ready to face such a thing. She didn't know what was right. She originally planned to move out and pretended that nothing had happened, but was unexpectedly rejected by Mu Ming, the stinky brat.
My promise to him...
Mu Wanzhi chewed this sentence repeatedly in the dark room, and she was a little confused.
That was just a joke between me and my nephew. My indecent aunt probably never imagined that my nephew would really take this sentence seriously. It seemed a bit tricky.
(He won't really take this sentence seriously, right?)
Mu Wanzhi had a headache
(Did Mu Ming actually develop a love-like feeling for herself?)
When the woman thought of this, she felt a throbbing in her chest. She lifted the quilt, sat up straight, rubbed her hands on her hair. She was anxious for the first time.
Looking back at the daytime by the lake, the other person looked at him...
Oh! He even knew about Rut. He had said arrogantly before, "I want to grow up with her." This... Is this too shameless? It's still someone's dear aunt. I'm so shameless. Ah, Ah, so embarrassed...
On the bed, Mu Wanzhi kept muttering to herself, feeling that this is the only way to vent her extremely shameful emotions.
Three minutes later, the woman returned to calm
Room, outside the large floor-to-ceiling window, a bright moon hangs high
She lifted the quilt and was naked, with only her delicate pink underwear covering her lower body.
The slender soles were stomping on the slightly cold oak floor. The woman's body was very light, and the tall and plump round breast balls were not supported by a bra, but she didn't know how to sag. She showed a hemisphere shape and trembled slightly on her chest. The pink nipples were almost invisible to the areola. Combined with the slender waist and the exaggerated proportions, even the models in the magazine were pale in comparison.
But at this moment, the owner of this body has no time to appreciate himself
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly outside the window, and the reflection of the moonlight on the lake.
Mu Wanzhi sighed slowly
Such a situation has exceeded her control. At this moment, she truly realized how ridiculous her fantasy that she could control life was. She still overestimated herself. This world is full of various variables, so how could she control it?
Mu Wanzhi recalled the strong black man named Rut, who seemed to want to have something to do with him.
The woman shook her head immediately
(Can't contact that man anymore)
This is her decision, and it is already very good. I have to admit that the other party is indeed a great sex partner, and he can even be called a sex warrior, but this kind of relationship is best limited to one night of love, and it is a bit inappropriate to be a sexual partner.
Accept the original impulses in your body, but not be bound or restricted by such impulses.
This is probably one of Mu Wanzhi's principles for love
Just keep those two nights as a wonderful experience in your memory
As for Lisa, she was just acquainted with her Twitter partner, and she had met her. Although she was able to chat with her for the first time, it was limited to Mu Wanzhi's intentional cooperation with her. A woman like Lisa who is a little ill-minded is a good sociological research object, but it is not necessary to become a close friend.
Lisa, really admires black people
But she is not
The most difficult relationship to deal with at present is actually how to continue between myself and Mu Ming
Mu Wanzhi didn't have a clear idea of this
Because after this nephew made her come to the United States,
The first time I feel the sense of belonging to home
It is no exaggeration to say that even in my own home in Shanghai, I don’t seem to feel safe in this apartment.
Mu Wanzhi didn't know why he felt this way about Mu Ming, but the other party did it.
If he was not his nephew, he might have been pushed down on the bed by his shameless woman at this moment.
She turned around and sat slowly on the wooden floor against the window, holding her knees with her hands. The woman buried her head between her legs, and she laughed at herself.
Today my father sent him a WeChat message. This man is still so serious, and the words on the WeChat present a solemn and unquestionable atmosphere.
Mu Wanzhi curled up instinctively, as if only in this way could he bring a hint of warmth to himself
My father's serious face is the shadow of her childhood
Boone Hedge Fund Internship Invitation...
Mu Wanzhi whispered the contents of her father's WeChat. She wondered why her father suddenly told her to accept such an internship invitation. How did they get involved?
Yes, it's Lawrence Boone
Mu Wanzhi still remembers that this guy tried to invite him to participate in the internship at his family company before.
My father had never mentioned this internationally renowned fund company before, which means that this request could not be a unilateral request from my father.
If anyone in Boone Hedge Fund would think of himself as a freshman at the University of Chicago, he wouldn't have to use his brain, it must be Lawrence Boone's pen
He should not have such face, perhaps the condition is John Boone, the actual person in charge of the company.
But what Mu Wanzhi couldn't understand was why the white young man used such a large resource just for a woman who was not special?
In terms of cost performance, this is definitely not a good deal
(I really don't understand what this Lawrence is selling)
If you can't think clearly, don't bother thinking about things, otherwise it will be a waste of time.
This is also one of Mu Wanzhi's principles
Another thing, she looked up at a document on the table not far away. It was a assistance plan formulated by the Chicago Municipal Government's public charity foundation. As financial support for Chicago's relatively chaotic southern black neighborhood, the University of Chicago is one of the plan's plan and will regularly launch a group of volunteers to participate in the plan.
Of course, volunteers are not free voluntary labor. In addition to the credit bonus provided by the University of Chicago, there is also the city finance providing a cash support of $200 per week, which is still very attractive to many students at the University of Chicago. Mu Wanzhi also signed up for this plan last month and was not determined until last week.
Although these cash encouragement doesn't matter to Mu Wanzhi, the credit bonus is still worth it, not to mention that she also did charity. This is also a very pleasant and relaxing thing for Mu Wanzhi, who has liked to help others since childhood, so she signed up without hesitation at the first time.
As for the person to teach in two days, she also remembered the other person's name.
Jill Irving, and his brother, also the boy's guardian on the document, Ram Irving, according to the document, was a young car repair shop owner
The guardian is actually the elder brother?
(This chaotic black community…)
Mu Wanzhi sighed in her heart, but this was also a momentary thought, and then she no longer cared about it.
After coming to the United States, she went deep into her heart for the first time. After all, she was due to the complicated eyes of her previous nephew.
(Mu Ming, you little brat, there are so many dramas!)
Mu Wanzhi took a deep breath helplessly, and was somewhat unable to let go of Mu Ming's child.
At the same time, her breathing began to become more and more rapid, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
Um……
Mu Wanzhi couldn't help but snorted, she called out a secretly,
That familiar and irresistible feeling comes again!
The woman subconsciously clamped her legs, and a slight numbness came from between her legs
Immediately, Mu Wanzhi felt that the base of her legs gradually began to become wet
She bit her lip and sat on the ground, her legs constantly rubbing against each other, but the more this happened, the more itchy the lower body became, and she could not control it at all.
(Oh, sex addiction is happening again...)
Mu Wanzhi frowned, and her toes began to curl up
Since the first menstrual period in junior high school, this tidal desire has occurred frequently like a cervix attached to the bone. At first, it only happened once every ten days and half a month. However, after high school, this situation has become increasingly dense. Now it is almost a day to go back and forth, and every day is not fixed. Once it occurs, the lower body becomes extremely itchy. I really want to find something to put it in...
The woman raised her head, her legs slowly spread apart, and her butt was also stuck out. Her white palms trembled into her pink underwear. Her fingertips slid across her vagina, and she felt goosebumps. She looked at the ceiling, her eyes gradually faded.
In a trance, she seemed to see a blurry figure
Who is that?
Mu Wanzhi was slightly surprised. He had never had a sexual fantasy before.
As the figure gradually became clear, the originally charming eyes suddenly opened wide, and Mu Wanzhi exclaimed:
Xiao Ming?
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