Chapter 5 The Truth

Xiao Chen is busy with business. I am very happy to come to my old man's house today, so I will do it first.

Thanks to Uncle Liu for his kind hospitality, I did it together on behalf of Yinglan.Looking at the familiar scene, my heart became nervous.

It was normal for the first 20 minutes after the meal. The topic was guided by Lao Liu as the main focus, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

But when I drank the fourth glass of wine on the screen, I noticed a trace of abnormality.

Old Liu first came to me, as if observing my expression and said:

Xiao Chen, what is uncle's craftsmanship?

Well, Ah?Well, OK.

Through the surveillance, I could see that my condition was very unstable at that time. Although I was not drunk, my erratic eyes and delayed reactions already explained the situation.

One by one, my head was thrown out by Lao Liu's head. I responded vaguely, and even supported the table with my arms to fix my slightly crooked body.

And the reaction of the wife on the other side was very strange.

She seemed very nervous, and kept lowering her head and carefully squeezing the vegetables in the bowl. Sometimes she would look up at me opposite me.

I don’t know if my judgment is wrong. From her eyes and expressions, I actually saw the emotions of concern, complexity, and panic.

What is even more incomprehensible is that I found that she was still a little excited.

Yes, that's right, it's excitement.

It looked like I was forced to watch a horror movie. I was both scared, but I secretly glanced at the thrilling scenes in the play from my arms.

This situation has not happened before. If I get together with friends, if I find that my condition is wrong, my wife will stop the wine for me as soon as possible, take on the social engagements of my friends, and get sober soup for me and help pick up food. It can be said that she takes care of meticulously.

In the eyes of my friends, it is simply awesome to marry such a wife, and there are many envious people.

But why was it different last night?

She was like a spectator, indifferent to Lao Liu's toast, as if we were just strangers.

Then Old Liu shook my shoulders, as if he wanted to prove something and nodded to his wife.

At this time, my wife slowly raised her head, and in order to see more clearly, I pulled the camera into some.

Her cheeks were slightly opened, her beautiful eyebrows were frowning, and her cherry-like mouth was filled with whiteness.

As the tongue stirs, the viscous liquid flows through the gums and flows between the bright white teeth.

The red lips tightened, the white turbidity slowly rose, and the tongue soaked in liquid applied the liquid to the lips, and the light shone crystal clear.

I don't know if she did it on purpose, but her behavior made me sitting in front of the computer inexplicable.

What is she doing? Is the thing in her mouth rice porridge?

Such a debauchery completely subverted her usual personality.

Then her eyes were illuminated, probably because she noticed my gaze, and she swept the residual liquid at the corner of her mouth into her mouth and swallowed it.

To figure out the reason, I continued to watch.

Old Liu picked up a piece of fish belly and handed it to his wife's bowl, nodding kindly.

This is just caught today, try it.

My wife didn't reply and lowered her head and returned to her original appearance.

The next few minutes were normal. Old Liu was chatting and chatting with me with a wine glass until I fell on the back of the chair with almost collapse.

Dad, stop drinking, Brother Chen feels that it’s almost impossible.

Zhang Yuxin took away the wine glass at my table and complained.

This is only a little bit. I think Xiao Chen's alcohol tolerance should be more than that.

Oh, stop drinking.

Zhang Yuxin was anxious.

At this time, my wife also looked at me and said with a voice:

Stop drinking.

It's just that the sound is very small, and I almost didn't hear it clearly.

Or, why not be here today.

After saying shyly, my wife wanted to get up, but Lao Liu pressed her head on her thigh.

My heart tightened and I stared at Old Liu's figure angrily through the screen.

How can you touch your hands when you are so old?

It's still early, and I see you haven't even eaten a few bites.

Old Liu continued.

I'm stuffed.

My wife's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

I can't understand. People put their hands on your thighs and you are like nothing else. Is it a question of whether you eat enough now?

Fortunately, Old Liu just patted his hand gently and took back his hand. The depressed breath that raised in my heart slowed down slightly.

On the other side, Zhang Yuxin thoughtfully wiped the residue on my face, and sent the tea to my mouth and took a few sips, which made me feel a little moved outside the surveillance camera.

Seeing this, Old Liu joked:

You have never been so careful with my son.

Humph, your son is not sure where to be happy now. I don’t have more people to wipe his mouth, and I don’t have less.

As if he had thought of something, Old Liu shook his head and sighed, then moved the chair to the corner of the table near his wife, and said softly:

Xiao Chen is really good, it would be great if my son was.

This should be said to my wife, but my wife did not answer.

Bah, you are shameless, I think you are just fine.

Zhang Yuxin spat lightly, with contempt on her face.

You girl, your mouth is really amazing.

Old Liu said sarcastically, as if he was a joke.

After thinking for a while, I still didn't understand what Zhang Yuxin said. I think you are just fine. What does this mean?

At this time, Old Liu and his wife were very close, with a table leg between them.

He held one of his wrists and placed it between his straddle, still facing the bulge of the fabric.

I was so shocked that I stood up directly from the computer.

this

What he wants to do.

Are those from last night true?

I stared at his every move, listening quietly to all the sounds coming from my headphones, for fear of missing a little detail.

My wife first resisted for a while and then took the initiative to open her palm and slowly grasped the thing hidden in her pants.

Jiang Yinglan

My heart was crying, and the anger of betrayal made me tense all over.

With the slender fingers and the palm of your palm, the things in the pants began to extend, supporting the cotton sweatpants up a twisted tent.

She also considered that she was afraid that the other party would feel uncomfortable, so she turned the stick-like object in a direction and placed it towards her navel.

Slide your flexible fingers on the stick, then circle the top and pull it towards the root.

Oh~

Old Liu chanted softly, tilting his head as if feeling the beauty.

My wife closed her eyes, her movements were gentle, and she seemed very skillful. Every time she grasped and stroked, she could arouse a comfortable response from Lao Liu. Finally, she lay on the back of the chair like me.

A ball of red and purple came out of the belt of the sweatpants. I knew what it was without looking closely.

But my wife hadn't noticed it yet, and her fingers were heading up the stick, and she paused when her fingertips touched it.

I begged in my heart that my wife could stand up and slap the old pussy, but things went against my wishes.

She opened her eyes, focused, staring at the ugly-looking thing.

Using the pink manicure that had just been done for a few days, I scratched the crack in the middle of the glans.

The sequins in the manicure shine brightly in the red and purple gullies, with a sharp contrast, but it hurts my nerves even more.