Chapter 188-189

There was only a blank in my mind at that time. All kinds of mixed thoughts were slapped by my mother, and a hot feeling came from my face. If there was a mirror at this time, I think my mother's palm print must have appeared on my face with the same proportions.

Mom is so angry that she is embarrassed?

But I haven't said anything Ah, this slap was too unfair

I realized that I covered my red left face and looked at my mother in confusion. The strength of the slap was obviously not the level of a joke. The mother of the initiator was busy sorting out the spring light she leaked and tightly clamped her legs. Not only did she not show any guilt of hitting the wrong person, but she stared at me with anger. The disappointment in her eyes deeply hurt my heart. Could it be that my mother mistakenly thought that I did to her while she was asleep without any warning?

Thinking of the inexplicable slap I just heard, I hurriedly explained: Mom, it’s not what you thought, it’s you...

What's that like?

My mother's eyes coldly swept my crotch, which gradually faded from the slap just now. Her tone was so calm that I felt nervous. Did I lift my clothes up and stick them to you?

Yes Yes Yes Yes!

This is the truth!

Unexpectedly, my mother guessed the whole story at once. Although she was slapped in vain, this accident was a work-related injury and accidental injury. It shouldn’t be too much for me to make some compensation claims reasonably?

However, my mother's next words were like pouring a basin of cold water on my head in the cold winter. She looked overjoyed when she saw me. Mom seemed even more angry. She raised her right hand and wanted to slap me again. However, her right hand was holding her pajama pants. The loose pants slipped down again, revealing a large piece of white underwear. My eyes were instantly attracted. It was not that I was still thinking about engaging in this way, it was purely a human instinct reaction, just like something suddenly appeared in front of you and you would subconsciously look over. Mom noticed her mistake and noticed my sight. Now the anger that was already close to fullness was directly detonated. Mom almost roared and roared: Zhao Liang! You disappointed me so much! Go back to your own room!

I was stunned again when I thought I was moving in a good direction, and then an indescribable grievance surged into my heart. I suddenly felt that everything was irrelevant, and I no longer tried to explain the whole story to my mother. I stood up and walked out of my mother's bedroom. But I did not choose to go back to my room, but opened the door and left this home

I didn't choose to take the elevator. After all, a big boy with red eyes was still embarrassed to appear in this state in the increasingly busy and crowded elevator near the morning rush. The footsteps of me were the only one in the dim corridor, and the voice-controlled light above my head emitted pale light. I was numb and down the stairs like a soul lost. At this moment, I just hope that the stairs under my feet had no end, so how good it would be to let me walk like this for a lifetime. However, the height of the 20th floor is limited after all. When I walked out of the stairwell, I was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice. I subconsciously looked back and saw that my aunt, who was sweating slightly on her forehead, just finished her morning exercise. She was looking at me in surprise in front of the elevator. She was watching me coming out of the stairwell from the stairwell in surprise.

I hurriedly turned around and speeded up to walk out of the lobby. However, my neck was grabbed after I took a few steps. I didn't have to look back and I knew who was behind me. I didn't dare to let my aunt see my red eyes. After a moment of brewing, I pretended to be nothing. "What a coincidence, Aunt Ah, I'm going out to buy breakfast. Do you want to bring one for you?"

You went down the 20th floor to buy breakfast?

My aunt was humming disdainfully, as if my little thoughts were invisible in front of her. I was about to find a suitable excuse for my behavior, but my aunt had pulled my back neck and pulled me to the elevator without saying a word. At this time, the elevator just arrived at the first floor. A large number of office workers were rushing out. Everyone was busy with their own livelihoods. Who would have the leisure to pay attention to the whining of a little kid?

After a while, the elevator was full of free time. My aunt pushed it in, then walked in and pressed the button on the 20th floor. My aunt did not look back throughout the whole process, nor did she communicate with me again. I was relieved, but I felt a little up and down. I didn't know if my aunt would see anything. I had a criminal record in front of her. If she knew that I was driven out by my mother, I might have to give me some more crimes.

During the morning rush hour, everyone's demand for elevators was only downward, so we went straight to the 20th floor without any obstacles. As soon as the door was opened, my aunt walked out. I hesitated whether to take this opportunity to sneak away. However, my aunt, who had obviously walked out of the elevator, paused as if her eyes were on her back and turned her head slightly. I knew that this meant that if I dared to sneak away, there would be only one word death. I would not dare to touch the bad head of a woman with a small pistol.

Fortunately, my aunt led me to pass by my doorstep, which made me feel relieved. What I fear most now is that my aunt took me directly to my mother. By the way, I didn’t seem to have entered my new house I bought yet. I couldn’t help but look forward to it. My aunt, who has always been synonymous with no shortage of money, wouldn’t she know what the ordinary community suite would look like. Could it be that I saw a palace as soon as I entered the door?

Although it was a bit exaggerated, I had no doubt that my aunt's strength, nor did I doubt that this woman would never treat herself badly. However, when I actually walked into my aunt's house, I was really shocked. It was not that my aunt made the house so exaggerated. The result was just the opposite. The walls on all sides were simply painted with a layer of simple white paint, and there was no tiles. The furniture I saw was only a sofa, a coffee table, and a TV. There was nothing else. Even if you told me that this was the place where the fugitive was settled, I believed that this was the home of the aunt who drove a super luxury sports car. Although it was the house that my aunt bought on a whim, I felt that even this was not the case. The only explanation was that it was related to the owner's mood. I was a little mixed, and the two women in the house seemed to have some change because of me.

My aunt seemed to be dissatisfied with my reaction, nor did she feel that she had lost face in front of her nephew, nor did she entertain me, who was visiting for the first time, so she walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door. After a while, the sound of water sounded

I closed the door behind me embarrassedly, feeling a little worried that it would be so embarrassing if my mother saw me as soon as she went out. My aunt didn't know if she had separated from me for a while and treated me as a normal child again. She actually took a shower while being alone and widowed. She wasn't she afraid that I would do anything on impulse?

I smiled self-deprecatingly and took this opportunity to visit the place where my aunt lived these days. However, the living room was just a three-piece set and it was just a glance. The next one was the kitchen and the bedroom. I hesitated for a moment and chose the bedroom. After all, if I go to the kitchen, I must pass through the bathroom. If my aunt misunderstood again, I want to peek at her to take a bath, I really have no place to stand in this world

However, as soon as I opened the door of my aunt's bedroom, I hurriedly retreated. The temperature on my face began to heat up, and even covered the slap marks left by my mother. The bedroom door was facing my aunt's bed. Although my aunt didn't buy any furniture and didn't spend much effort to decorate, I said that the only furniture was probably not something that ordinary people could buy. The bed that my aunt used every night naturally seemed very expensive. However, what attracted my attention was not a high-end bed, but a variety of underwear covered in messy beds, ranging from bras to underwear. I didn't expect that I would blush when I saw the clothes. I didn't expect that I would blush when I saw the clothes.

Then I remembered that girls' bedrooms are also one of the forbidden areas, and they would not easily allow a creature like men to step on. If I were to be normal, I would have to pounce on my aunt's soft bed and bury my face in my aunt's underwear and roll around. However, now I am indifferent to everything, as if everything has lost its color in my eyes.

Back in the living room, I chose to sit honestly on the leather sofa and turned on the 100-inch TV. My aunt also opened the bathroom door at this time, wrapped in a bath towel, and walked out with steam. However, she noticed that I, a lustful little guy, didn't look at her, just stared at the TV for a moment, or was immersed in my own world. My aunt took a deep look at my face gradually faded, and she almost disappeared with a slap, and returned to the bedroom.

After a while, my aunt walked out again, and she still had a thin, sexy but not sensible nightgown. She leaned against the sofa with a very indecent position for girls. She leaned comfortably on the other side of the sofa in a very indecent position, and shook off the slippers with figure patterns on her little feet. Her white and tender little feet also emitted a trace of residual heat just after she got out of the bath, but she kicked me who was wandering around without mercy. Go and put two more eggs for me, and put less green onion.

After giving orders, my aunt picked up the remote control at her own expense. She changed the table without asking if I had to watch it. I was still in a daze and had to get up helplessly to go to the kitchen to eat for my aunt. However, I saw that the skirt of my aunt's nightgown half leaning on the sofa was so short that it was criminal. Two slender and sexy long legs were placed on the coffee table. My aunt, who was not wearing stockings, had a unique charm. My lips couldn't help but drip, and I quickly shifted my sight and took down the slippers that were thrown by my aunt and flew to the coffee table. But I found that the one with a cartoon avatar printed on my aunt's slippers was nothing strange, but I felt more familiar to me. Why did it look so similar to me?

Couldn’t my aunt have specially customized such a pair of slippers and stepped on me every day, right?

No wonder I've memorized this recently...

I didn't dare to ask too much. At this time, I was most afraid of facing my aunt. If she saw something, it would not be a simple thing to turn it over in front of the vile aunt, let alone the slap marks left by my mother on her face. So my aunt asked me to go down and hit my mind. I wish I could find an excuse to leave my aunt quickly. Even if my aunt didn't ask me to cook, I would plan to escape for half an hour before talking.

After I placed my aunt's drag kid, I quickly walked into the kitchen. I shouldn't say anything. My aunt is a person who can cook instant noodles. There are not many furniture, but there are not many kitchen utensils at all. It's complete just like a model room where kitchen utensils are placed in the supermarket. My aunt shouldn't be practicing cooking secretly. This idea was verified when I opened the refrigerator. The double-door freezer was stuffed with ingredients, and it was not the kind of instant food that could be unpacked and heated in the microwave. It was real vegetables and various meats, and it looked very fresh. Has my aunt reached the level of cooking for herself?

After thinking about it, I still think it's better not to ask. If my aunt insists on showing me a skill, it's not easy to deal with. If she doesn't eat, she will die. If she eats it, she seems to die. It's not that I look down on my aunt's skills. My body really can't stand the destruction of dark food again.

I looked at the types in the refrigerator a few times, chose some vegetables and meat, and simply put two bowls of noodles. I haven't eaten yet. Although I'm not hungry, eating should also buy me some time.

When I put the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table, my aunt had not yet taken her feet back from the table. She pressed the remote control on her own, as if she was anxiously looking for the food. I wouldn't spoil her. I picked up a chopstick and poked her on the soles of my aunt's white and tender feet. My aunt shook her feet in a tickiness, and she glanced at me and hummed: Annoying!

However, my aunt did not put her feet on, but put them back on the slippers. I nodded with satisfaction, and then returned to the kitchen and brought out my own bowl. Just as I was about to start eating, my aunt suddenly said: Go and change my chopsticks!

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that I was holding her chopsticks and poked her feet. I had just taken a shower and I still disliked myself. I rolled my eyes and put the clean chopsticks on my hands on my aunt's bowl. After changing the chopsticks that poked the soles of my aunt's feet, I started to eat noodles. My aunt sat up straight and wanted to stop her. She couldn't even stop her. A faint blush appeared on her face and she spat: Little pervert!

He picked up the chopsticks and sucked up his noodles with hatred