After Wang Xifeng returned to the mansion, she naturally reported to the old lady all the things that happened in Datong Money House. Of course, she did not conceal Jia Huan's actions.
Only then did Mrs. Shi remember that besides Jia Baoyu, there were other grandchildren, and hurriedly said to the maid Yuanyang beside him: I haven’t chatted with Huan'er for some time. Go and call him, I ask. After saying this, the people next to him looked different. Aunt Zhao naturally had a happy expression, but Tanchun showed a hint of excitement. After all, Jia Huan is his own brother. It really makes people feel a bit glorious that he can handle the money house flexibly today.
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she frowned and looked at Wang Xifeng with some blame. Wang Xifeng here was originally thoughtful and immediately understood the meaning of her gaze. She was also a little annoyed in her heart. Why was she talking without thinking today?
Yuanyang has snow bones and ice skin, and her jade skin is condensed; her curves are soft and pistachios around the old lady. Jia Huan naturally cannot offend him. He looked at Yuanyang's charming face, fair and tender, and his face without makeup highlighted his bright red cherry lips.
If everyone thought Jia Huan's actions today might be someone's guidance, but when they saw him they all admired him, because Jia Huan's advance and retreat were well-known, and his behavior was dignified and decent, and he no longer looked as vulgar as before, especially making the old lady laugh and finally gave him some cinnamon twigs and hemp candy.
After everyone dispersed, Jia Huan quietly followed Li Wan and asked softly: I wonder what's wrong with my sister-in-law looking for me?
It's okay. In fact, after listening to Wang Xifeng's narration just now, Li Wan's anger had been eliminated. However, she was a little annoyed when she thought that this guy didn't even explain, so she knew that Jia Huan was following behind, but she walked quickly like a gust of wind, and her jade feet seemed to be flying under the Luoshang.
Good sister, just tell me...
Jia Huan had just said a little, but he never thought that Li Wan in front of him was walking too fast and staggered. Jia Huan naturally hugged her waist quickly.
For a moment, both of them were stunned, remembering the erotic scenes of the past few days. Li Wan's bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moist mist. Her delicate sandalwood mouth slightly opened, and her teeth licked her cherry lips lightly. A faint fragrance of a young woman stimulated Jia Huan's most primitive impulse...
Jia Huan couldn't help but put his body behind Li Wan's buttocks. His hot reaction naturally made Li Wan wake up, and he hurriedly broke free from his arms, running away like a thief, leaving Jia Huan alone feeling lost, but the desire that aroused was not so easy to eliminate. He felt that his desire was getting stronger and stronger, so he took a step and walked quickly towards Ping'er's residence.
Ping'er and Qiaojie were sitting in the yard copying copybooks. When they saw Jia Huan coming quickly, they hurriedly said: The third young master is here to look for Sister Feng. She has been tired for a long time today and is resting in the house.
Ping'er just heard Wang Xifeng mention Jia Huan's actions, so she was naturally happy, but she also had many doubts. Where did he learn the methods of dealing with things.
When Qiao'er saw Jia Huan coming, she immediately went up and pulled his shoulder excitedly and said: Uncle San is here, take me out for a while. I have copied the copybook for several hours, and my aunt doesn't let me rest.
You girl, I will take you out to play again. Your mother won’t let me come here from now on. I will give you these cinnamon twigs and hemp candy.
He said as he placed everything the old lady gave to him on the table.
Qiao'er was about to reach out to Matang, but Ping'er beat him and said: Write these words quickly and eat them, otherwise your mother will say it again later, and she has not finished writing two copybooks in the afternoon.
Oh, I'm fine, I'm just here to see Qiao'er. Jia Huan looked at Ping'er and sat down with a high sound, and his hand couldn't help but reach to her thigh.
Ping'er never expected Jia Huan to be so bold. In broad daylight, she dared to touch her Confucian skirt under the stone table. She instinctively moved her legs and stretched out her hand, trying to take off Jia Huan's lustful hand, but Jia Huan stopped it with a look.She leaned her body completely against the stone table helplessly, and pulled her pair of clothes intentionally or unintentionally to cover Jia Huan's big hand, then looked down at Qiao Jie who was busy there.
In fact, she had no intention of looking at Qiaojie again, and her heart was beating, but she couldn't make a sound at this moment. She clearly sensed that Jia Huan's big hand was groping along the folds of the Confucian skirt on her legs, leaving a scorching mark on her body. She lowered her head to hide her blush, her teeth were bitten lightly, her cherry lips slightly opened, and her expression seemed annoyed and happy.It was so happy that this cruel thief did not forget himself. It seemed that he still had himself in his heart. What was annoyed was that Jia Huan actually flirted with him in front of everyone. If someone discovered him, the two of them might have fallen into the abyss from then on. She tried her best to calm her keen body down, pressing her beating heart, and even the jade hand that was huddled in her cuffs quietly twisted her thighs. The piercing pain calmed the desire in her body for a while, and even the eyes containing spring disappeared in her eyes, regaining her focused gaze. Only the slightest hint of her eyebrows that had not completely disappeared made people know that she was not so calm in her heart.
She tried hard to calm down the sensitive body of Huo Ren, suppressing the surging desire in her body. Because she was too focused and hard, she listened to the buzzing sounds coming from her ears; when she raised her head, her blurred eyes had been hidden well, and her face had regained its solemnity, and only her blushing expression showed her delicate woman.
Jia Huan looked at Ping'er with a little surprise. He could roughly guess her mentality, but the more Ping'er did, the more intense his desire to conquer, and just touching his thighs could no longer satisfy her. He longed to harass her more comprehensively. It was his inner dream to be able to completely surrender this usually docile woman.Thinking of these, his fingers began to knead Ping'er's thighs lightly and hardly, but he looked at her and smiled. Sister Ping'er, tell me how Ah Qiao'er's handwriting is written.
Ping'er's heart trembled, as if a soft feather was brushing past the young woman's sensitive heart in an instant, and her face turned redder. She knew that Jia Huan was deliberately causing trouble for her, so she couldn't help but glared at him angrily, then endured the strong pleasure in her body, and a charming look appeared on her face that was pretending to be calm. The trembling jade hand secretly twisted her thighs again, and said in a slightly trembling tone: Oh... OK, Qiao'er wrote it so well... When she spoke, Jia Huan's hot and thick fingers pressed directly on the tense and sensitive smooth skin. Ping'er's heart was about to jump out of her throat, and a few fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. His caress on Ping'er's thigh is already like a gentle daughter sitting on a needle blanket, huh...
He let out a soft cry, and his soft jade body subconsciously leaned against the edge of the stone table. His jade legs tightened in vain, and he was so nervous that he trembled, for fear that Qiao'er would find anything abnormal.She was unable to stop Jia Huan's movements at all. The evil hand placed on Ping'er's jade leg seemed to have magical power, and she started to move in an experienced manner. Uh... well...
Ping'er could only make heavy breaths with her nose. The strong stimulation made her both excited and nervous. Her jade hand held his clutch tightly, and her body pressed against the stone table, and she didn't dare to move. Especially when she realized that the moans in her nose were so springy, her face turned redder. At this time, even Qiao'er felt her abnormality and stopped the brush in her hand and asked in confusion: Auntie, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?
No... No. Ping'er replied in a hurry, not daring to look up at her, for fear that Ping'er would find the flush on her face. This scene made her feel a strange feeling, and her body was about to collapse. She couldn't help but curse Jia Huan, a cruel thief, in her heart, who was tormenting herself so much. She had to support her hands on the table and stroke her hot cheeks, pick up the copybook and pretend to appreciate it to block her shame, hoping that he would end this unscrupulous move soon.
Looking at Ping'er squinting her eyes, her face full of spring love as bright as peach blossoms, her frown and gritting her teeth, as if she was enduring and unstimulating, Jia Huan's heart was even more comfortable, not only did not stop, but instead she tilted her fingers up her thighs even more. In an instant, she felt like she was exposed nakedly in front of everyone. Her fingers were unconsciously gestured on the copybook, and her body against the stone table was twisting, her red mouth was biting tightly, and her long breath was slowly and slightly ejaculated from her nose, trying not to make any sound, and her eyes were staring at the big words on the copybook.
Only then did Mrs. Shi remember that besides Jia Baoyu, there were other grandchildren, and hurriedly said to the maid Yuanyang beside him: I haven’t chatted with Huan'er for some time. Go and call him, I ask. After saying this, the people next to him looked different. Aunt Zhao naturally had a happy expression, but Tanchun showed a hint of excitement. After all, Jia Huan is his own brother. It really makes people feel a bit glorious that he can handle the money house flexibly today.
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she frowned and looked at Wang Xifeng with some blame. Wang Xifeng here was originally thoughtful and immediately understood the meaning of her gaze. She was also a little annoyed in her heart. Why was she talking without thinking today?
Yuanyang has snow bones and ice skin, and her jade skin is condensed; her curves are soft and pistachios around the old lady. Jia Huan naturally cannot offend him. He looked at Yuanyang's charming face, fair and tender, and his face without makeup highlighted his bright red cherry lips.
If everyone thought Jia Huan's actions today might be someone's guidance, but when they saw him they all admired him, because Jia Huan's advance and retreat were well-known, and his behavior was dignified and decent, and he no longer looked as vulgar as before, especially making the old lady laugh and finally gave him some cinnamon twigs and hemp candy.
After everyone dispersed, Jia Huan quietly followed Li Wan and asked softly: I wonder what's wrong with my sister-in-law looking for me?
It's okay. In fact, after listening to Wang Xifeng's narration just now, Li Wan's anger had been eliminated. However, she was a little annoyed when she thought that this guy didn't even explain, so she knew that Jia Huan was following behind, but she walked quickly like a gust of wind, and her jade feet seemed to be flying under the Luoshang.
Good sister, just tell me...
Jia Huan had just said a little, but he never thought that Li Wan in front of him was walking too fast and staggered. Jia Huan naturally hugged her waist quickly.
For a moment, both of them were stunned, remembering the erotic scenes of the past few days. Li Wan's bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moist mist. Her delicate sandalwood mouth slightly opened, and her teeth licked her cherry lips lightly. A faint fragrance of a young woman stimulated Jia Huan's most primitive impulse...
Jia Huan couldn't help but put his body behind Li Wan's buttocks. His hot reaction naturally made Li Wan wake up, and he hurriedly broke free from his arms, running away like a thief, leaving Jia Huan alone feeling lost, but the desire that aroused was not so easy to eliminate. He felt that his desire was getting stronger and stronger, so he took a step and walked quickly towards Ping'er's residence.
Ping'er and Qiaojie were sitting in the yard copying copybooks. When they saw Jia Huan coming quickly, they hurriedly said: The third young master is here to look for Sister Feng. She has been tired for a long time today and is resting in the house.
Ping'er just heard Wang Xifeng mention Jia Huan's actions, so she was naturally happy, but she also had many doubts. Where did he learn the methods of dealing with things.
When Qiao'er saw Jia Huan coming, she immediately went up and pulled his shoulder excitedly and said: Uncle San is here, take me out for a while. I have copied the copybook for several hours, and my aunt doesn't let me rest.
You girl, I will take you out to play again. Your mother won’t let me come here from now on. I will give you these cinnamon twigs and hemp candy.
He said as he placed everything the old lady gave to him on the table.
Qiao'er was about to reach out to Matang, but Ping'er beat him and said: Write these words quickly and eat them, otherwise your mother will say it again later, and she has not finished writing two copybooks in the afternoon.
Oh, I'm fine, I'm just here to see Qiao'er. Jia Huan looked at Ping'er and sat down with a high sound, and his hand couldn't help but reach to her thigh.
Ping'er never expected Jia Huan to be so bold. In broad daylight, she dared to touch her Confucian skirt under the stone table. She instinctively moved her legs and stretched out her hand, trying to take off Jia Huan's lustful hand, but Jia Huan stopped it with a look.She leaned her body completely against the stone table helplessly, and pulled her pair of clothes intentionally or unintentionally to cover Jia Huan's big hand, then looked down at Qiao Jie who was busy there.
In fact, she had no intention of looking at Qiaojie again, and her heart was beating, but she couldn't make a sound at this moment. She clearly sensed that Jia Huan's big hand was groping along the folds of the Confucian skirt on her legs, leaving a scorching mark on her body. She lowered her head to hide her blush, her teeth were bitten lightly, her cherry lips slightly opened, and her expression seemed annoyed and happy.It was so happy that this cruel thief did not forget himself. It seemed that he still had himself in his heart. What was annoyed was that Jia Huan actually flirted with him in front of everyone. If someone discovered him, the two of them might have fallen into the abyss from then on. She tried her best to calm her keen body down, pressing her beating heart, and even the jade hand that was huddled in her cuffs quietly twisted her thighs. The piercing pain calmed the desire in her body for a while, and even the eyes containing spring disappeared in her eyes, regaining her focused gaze. Only the slightest hint of her eyebrows that had not completely disappeared made people know that she was not so calm in her heart.
She tried hard to calm down the sensitive body of Huo Ren, suppressing the surging desire in her body. Because she was too focused and hard, she listened to the buzzing sounds coming from her ears; when she raised her head, her blurred eyes had been hidden well, and her face had regained its solemnity, and only her blushing expression showed her delicate woman.
Jia Huan looked at Ping'er with a little surprise. He could roughly guess her mentality, but the more Ping'er did, the more intense his desire to conquer, and just touching his thighs could no longer satisfy her. He longed to harass her more comprehensively. It was his inner dream to be able to completely surrender this usually docile woman.Thinking of these, his fingers began to knead Ping'er's thighs lightly and hardly, but he looked at her and smiled. Sister Ping'er, tell me how Ah Qiao'er's handwriting is written.
Ping'er's heart trembled, as if a soft feather was brushing past the young woman's sensitive heart in an instant, and her face turned redder. She knew that Jia Huan was deliberately causing trouble for her, so she couldn't help but glared at him angrily, then endured the strong pleasure in her body, and a charming look appeared on her face that was pretending to be calm. The trembling jade hand secretly twisted her thighs again, and said in a slightly trembling tone: Oh... OK, Qiao'er wrote it so well... When she spoke, Jia Huan's hot and thick fingers pressed directly on the tense and sensitive smooth skin. Ping'er's heart was about to jump out of her throat, and a few fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. His caress on Ping'er's thigh is already like a gentle daughter sitting on a needle blanket, huh...
He let out a soft cry, and his soft jade body subconsciously leaned against the edge of the stone table. His jade legs tightened in vain, and he was so nervous that he trembled, for fear that Qiao'er would find anything abnormal.She was unable to stop Jia Huan's movements at all. The evil hand placed on Ping'er's jade leg seemed to have magical power, and she started to move in an experienced manner. Uh... well...
Ping'er could only make heavy breaths with her nose. The strong stimulation made her both excited and nervous. Her jade hand held his clutch tightly, and her body pressed against the stone table, and she didn't dare to move. Especially when she realized that the moans in her nose were so springy, her face turned redder. At this time, even Qiao'er felt her abnormality and stopped the brush in her hand and asked in confusion: Auntie, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?
No... No. Ping'er replied in a hurry, not daring to look up at her, for fear that Ping'er would find the flush on her face. This scene made her feel a strange feeling, and her body was about to collapse. She couldn't help but curse Jia Huan, a cruel thief, in her heart, who was tormenting herself so much. She had to support her hands on the table and stroke her hot cheeks, pick up the copybook and pretend to appreciate it to block her shame, hoping that he would end this unscrupulous move soon.
Looking at Ping'er squinting her eyes, her face full of spring love as bright as peach blossoms, her frown and gritting her teeth, as if she was enduring and unstimulating, Jia Huan's heart was even more comfortable, not only did not stop, but instead she tilted her fingers up her thighs even more. In an instant, she felt like she was exposed nakedly in front of everyone. Her fingers were unconsciously gestured on the copybook, and her body against the stone table was twisting, her red mouth was biting tightly, and her long breath was slowly and slightly ejaculated from her nose, trying not to make any sound, and her eyes were staring at the big words on the copybook.
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