After a rain of ups and downs, the two white bodies were already soft and weak, lying lazily on the bed. The moonlight poured in outside the window, and the girl's skin was reflected like jade and snow, and the white luster like milk, and the blurred girl smelled in the air.
Old Zhao hugged left and right, and his calloused hands rubbed the girl's tender breasts freely. The rough fingerprints were like dried date skins, which made Zhao Qingyi and Murong Yu whisper softly. They closed their eyes at the same time, their eyelashes trembled slightly, and enjoyed the rude caress of their lover.
Lao Zhao's chest was still violently fluctuating, and sometimes he could hardly breathe. Fortunately, the headache symptoms had quietly disappeared, and the pleasure of orgasm still stayed in his mind, offsetting the severe pain... This feeling seemed to be taking drugs, making him almost addicted.
He had previously guessed that having sex could cure headaches, and this effect really worked, and the analgesia time was longer than morphine.
Because brain cancer worsens very quickly, as long as Lao Zhao doesn't take painkillers or injects morphine injections for a moment, his entire head will feel suddenly enlarged, causing unbearable pain and unable to sleep.
The fourth moon quietly appeared in the night sky. Old Zhao was used to this scene. As his eyelids became heavier, he hugged the two girls and fell asleep quickly.
The next morning, Lao Zhao was woken up by a quarrel.
He opened his eyes and saw two naked girls kneeling in front of him. They took turns licking their erect penis, as if they were in conflict with who should lick first, and they did not give in to each other.
Zhao Qingyi was afraid of waking up Lao Zhao, so she lowered her voice to retort: He is my father, I am his daughter, why should you compete with me?
Murong Yu was slightly drunk, and after her lips left her glans, she glanced at her: Why, Zhao Gaonian had sex with me first, I was his first woman.
You are talking nonsense, how could the first woman be you...
Murong Yu did not retreat at all, and held the glans tightly, leaving Zhao Qingyi helpless. Her angrily cute appearance made Lao Zhao unable to help but caress her cheek.
Dad, you're awake!
Zhao Qingyi suddenly hugged his neck and complained with a little aggrieved: She is so domineering and never let me lick my cock. It’s obvious that I am your daughter, wuwu...
After hearing this, Murong Yu looked panicked and shook her head to defend herself: Old sir, I am just helping you... clean your body, yes, it's cleaning, don't listen to her randomly.
Seeing that the two of them were quarreling, Lao Zhao quickly stopped him and said happily: So that's the case. Let's do it. You two lick together, lick one side, isn't it enough?
Although Lao Zhao's words were peaceful, they seemed to be a decisive creed to the two girls, and were unquestionable and provocative. No matter how reluctant Murong Yu was, he could only give up half of his penis obediently.
With the master's appreciation and gaze, they licked their penis hard, their pink tongues were as clever as snakes, making a sizzling sound. Lao Zhao only persisted for a while, and his glans jumped violently, and streams of semen spurted out, all of them ejaculated on the faces of the two girls.
They didn't care about fighting for each other, and quickly used their slender fingers to pull off the semen on their cheeks, then put them in their mouths, and moans immediately came out of their throats.
Their faces became red and charming, their eyes became more and more intoxicated, and their waists trembled slightly, and a new orgasm came.
After a while, the girls were soft and weak, and they lay on the bed motionless. Lao Zhao became energetic after ejaculation, and his beautiful new life began again.
The entire ward became a paradise of sexual intercourse, and the two women's panting one after another. After more than an hour of tossing, Murong Yu walked out of the ward in disarray.
Zhao Qingyi snuggled in his father's arms naked. After Murong Yu left the room, he whispered: Dad, when will we go home?
Old Zhao was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face: Go home?Why go home?
For him, his life in the hospital was like a god, with two beauties serving him, and he was unwilling to move this comfort nest for a moment.
Dad, are we going home? Zhao Qingyi continued to act coquettishly. The delicate nipples rubbed against Lao Zhao's arm, which made him immediately distracted and grabbed the smooth pigeon breasts with his big hands.
My daughter Ah, wouldn’t it be good to be with my dad here?
Zhao Qingyi shyly catered to Lao Zhao's grasp: Dad, it's not convenient for outsiders here. My daughter wants to go home and stay alone with her father... Woo...
Lao Zhao gradually understood her true intention. It turned out that he wanted to get rid of Murong Yu by himself and then let her own it.
After Lao Zhao saw through his intention, Zhao Qingyi became even more tender. She took the initiative to get into the quilt and put her glans in her mouth, trying her best to please her father: Dad, just promise your daughter, your daughter wants...
OK, I promise you all!
The next day, Murong Yu welcomed a heartbreaking news that Lao Zhao was going to be discharged from the hospital early and went home.
She rushed into the ward in panic and saw that the father and daughter were dressed neatly. After packing her suitcase, she stood there, looking at Lao Zhao in disbelief, her lips trembled slightly: Are you going back?
Zhao Qingyi showed a smile of the winner: Sister Xiaoyu, we will be discharged from the hospital later. Unfortunately, you can no longer take care of my dad. Thank you for your careful care during this period~
Mr. Zhao, you...the doctor said you should continue to stay in the hospital for observation...
Zhao Qingyi immediately interrupted her: I know the situation of my dad best. I hope that for the rest of the months, he can live happily with his family, rather than being trapped... trapped in this white ward with the smell of disinfectant. Do you understand?
Murong Yu pursed her lips: I, I can also make Mr. Zhao happy...
Nurse Xiaoyu, what are you talking about?Do you want me to complain to the hospital about your sexual harassment?Zhao Qingyi retorted and blocked all her words.
I'm not...
Murong Yu stood there at a loss. She wanted to say something, but her eyes turned red little by little, and she silently lowered her head.
Lao Zhao didn't say anything throughout the whole process. Seeing that she was crying a little, he waved to her: Child, come here.
She obediently walked to Lao Zhao, raised her head, and looked hopeless.
Child, I will come to the hospital to see you often. Don’t worry, don’t cry, be good.
Old Zhao showed a kind face. While touching her head, he unbuttoned his belt, exposed his majestic penis, and then sat beside the bed.
Murong Yu instantly realized what he meant, knelt obediently on the ground, leaned forward with his upper body, opened his cherry lips and held his glans.
Zhao Qingyi next to him frowned and looked coldly, but did not stop him.
Old Zhao enjoyed the beauty's warm and moist cavity comfortably, with his fragrant tongue smooth and agile, licking and sucking back and forth in the coronal groove of the glans and the lace position. The strong stimulation gave him the urge to disarm.
He gasped and said: Sit on, hurry.
Murong Yu immediately stood up and lifted up her skirt. She was not wearing underwear. Her long jade legs were covered with thin white silk pantyhose. She could vaguely see the wet pubic lip at the crotch of the pantyhose.
Obviously, in order to please Lao Zhao, Murong Yu's daily nurses wear it to arouse his sexual desire, and he doesn't even wear underwear, which makes Zhao Qingyi even more unhappy: Do you nurses like to seduce patients like this?
Murong Yu was a little blushed when she said it, and hesitated: It’s the old man who likes it, so I wear it like this.
OK, I like it, I like it very much.Lao Zhao's rough palms stroked her beautiful white silk legs. The smooth silky touch made him feel high in sexual desire, and his plump buttocks became tighter and rounder under the constraints of white silk pantyhose.
After Murong Yu tore open the white silk pantyhose in his crotch, his wet vagina could no longer be covered. After being teased by Lao Zhao's fingers, the vaginal fluid seeped out.
Then, her waist slowly sat down, and her plump labia were stretched open by the glans bit by bit. Under the lubrication of crystal liquid, her penis was slippery into the honey. She was able to sit smoothly on Lao Zhao's legs, covering her lips, and her legs couldn't help but get together.
Lao Zhao sighed, experiencing the pleasure of his penis being tightly wrapped in the wet and soft vagina.
Murong Yu's pussy was more slippery than ever. The soft flesh in the vagina sucked the penis tightly like life. Every time Lao Zhao thrust, it seemed difficult. The top of the glans hit the cervix, and made a hissing and lewd sound when rubbing back and forth.
She could no longer contain her moans, and moans came from her fingers, clamping her beautiful white legs, holding her hands on the bed to control the rhythm of her delicate body's thrusting. Her white buttocks caused ripples as Lao Zhao's legs hit.
Lao Zhao's hand climbed up to the beauty's perky breasts, rubbed them vigorously through the clothes, and a low and regular roar came from the corners of his mouth, and the blue veins on his neck were clearly visible.
Zhao Qingyi was watching from the side and was stunned. She slowly climbed onto the bed, hugged Lao Zhao from behind, and whispered: Dad, my daughter wants it too...
OK, come all.Lao Zhao turned his head and collided with his daughter's soft lips.
Although Zhao Qingyi mocked Murong Yu for her lewd side of not wearing underwear, she did not wear underwear, and she specially chose a pair of open-stitched black silk pantyhose.
When the pleated skirt was taken off, the valley was already filled with slurry, and the two thick and smooth labia tightly protected the position of the jade slit, and the bulging steamed buns were very cute.
Lao Zhao asked them to hug each other, Murong Yu was lying at the bottom, her beautiful white legs were divided into an M-shaped shape, and Zhao Qingyi was almost naked on it, with her black silk buttocks raised high, and the two girls' fair and beautiful breasts overlapped and squeezed into a ball.
I will open my pussy and I will fuck whoever breaks the hole the biggest!
The two girls hesitated for a while, and then used their slender fingers to separate their wet labia bit by bit.
Murong Yu's mons pubic hair has a small tuft of pubic hair. When the labia are separated, the tender flesh of the vagina is exposed. Because he has just been thrusting with Lao Zhao's penis, the pink flesh of the acupoint wall is clearly visible, and there is a light white vaginal fluid squeezed back and forth in the vaginal wall.
Zhao Qingyi's steamed bun pussy seemed subtle and shy. Even though she had tried hard to separate the thick labia, the jade slit still loyally protected the safety of the pussy. The red crepe granulum inside was faintly visible, and only the pink clitoris was exposed outside.
For Lao Zhao, having sex with his daughter first became the first choice. After the glans successfully squeezed open the labia, under the lubrication of a little love fluid, the penis penetrated into the honey little by little, and squeezed open the folds of the scented walls.
Dad, come in...
Zhao Qingyi, who had just been broken, was suddenly surrounded by pain and pleasure. She gently bit her lips, her black silk and tender feet slightly raised, and her beautiful legs and her skin was tense.
When Lao Zhao's entire penis was swallowed by his daughter's soft vagina, the two of them moaned dullly, and their thrust waists drove their penis to thrust slowly.
Every impact made Zhao Qingyi's pigeon breasts rub back and forth with Murong Yu's breasts. She was extremely sensitive and was already hungry and thirsty when she lay down at the bottom. Seeing that Lao Zhao had not favored her for a long time, she simply stretched out her fingers to touch her sensitive clitoris.
Daughter, good daughter...
Lao Zhao only felt that his penis was wrapped in soft and warm vagina, his daughter's honey hole was tight and thin, and the wriggling honey particles sucked the penis and glans back and forth, allowing him to feel the refreshing and comfortable feeling deep into his bone marrow.
After thrusting for a long time, he pulled out his penis and inserted his wet glans into Murong Yu's vagina smoothly, and poked it to the deepest part with a slight thrust.
Murong Yu screamed in a daze, hugging Zhao Qingyi's back tightly, and his jade hips were hit back and forth.
Old gentleman...Ah...be gentler...
She couldn't help but kissed Zhao Qingyi who was lying on her body enthusiastically. Her beautiful white legs were grabbed by Lao Zhao in her hand, and her smooth white silky feet were swaying in the air.
All the goods are scattered...
Lao Zhao's Adam's apple was also trembling, his face was slightly ferocious. He was now the real old man pushing a cart, ravaging the two beautiful cars in front of him. His penis was pampering between the two wet vaginas, and his groaning was so ecstatic that he listened to the soul-absorbing.
Zhao Qingyi was like a bitch waiting for a visit, swaying black silk buttocks like a longing, her thick labia was flooded with honey, and her clitoris was about to release her tween.
When Lao Zhao's penis was inserted, she raised her head excitedly, her face flushed and intoxicated, and she made unconscious murmurs: Wild...Ah...
The two women were driving at the same time, but Lao Zhao could not help but semen after all. His glans shook violently, and the semen squirted out and all shot into Murong Yu's pussy.
The leaves swayed in the sun, reflecting the tender and greasy girl's body. The white semen seeped out from the crack of the jade, and were soon scraped away by Murong Yu's fingers and reached into his mouth.
After ejaculation, Lao Zhao's desire gradually faded. Looking at Murong Yu who was lying on the bed, and then looking at his daughter kneeling under him and swallowing her penis, he was a little tired and powerless.
When Zhao Qingyi sucked the glans clean, he turned around and stared at the semen dripping between Murong Yu's legs.
Lao Zhao saw her intention, calmed down her chest and said in a deep voice: All of this is for Xiaoyu. After you go back, you can still taste a lot of semen.
Well, OK.Zhao Qingyi reluctantly wore her skirt back.
Lao Zhao and his daughter pulled the suitcase and left the ward. Before leaving, he looked back at Murong Yu and saw that she was still immersed in the atmosphere of semen. She tucked out the semen from her pussy and stuck it into her mouth. Her semen dependence symptoms seemed to be deeper than her daughter.
……
Zhao Jingcheng helped him to handle the discharge procedures. He came to the hospital and met Zhao Qingyi briefly. After explaining some matters, he left in a hurry and did not meet Lao Zhao from beginning to end.
It was only after my daughter suddenly mentioned it that Lao Zhao realized that his eldest son had been to the hospital.
What are the children doing? Is there me? Old Zhao was in a state of anger. He originally thought that on the day he was discharged from the hospital, his three sons should come to pick him up, but in the end, only Ouyang Zhen came to the hospital.
Zhao Qingyi saw her from afar and waved her hand: Sister Ouyang, we are here~
Ouyang Zhen walked over in three or two steps. She took the suitcase in Lao Zhao's hand, and her cold face showed a hint of apology: Sorry, I'm late, Jing Xin suddenly had something urgent to come, so...
Gong Wenyin was at home and Lao Zhao could understand that he was taking care of his children. The only thing he didn't understand was the strange behavior of his three sons. It seemed that they had discussed with each other and were hiding from him, the plague god.
Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel disappointed: Why did this happen? Jing Ren didn't come either. None of his three sons came. Only my daughter and a daughter-in-law met. Alas...
Ouyang Zhen was also a little stunned. She probably didn't expect that neither Zhao Jingcheng nor Jingren came to pick him up. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. She dragged her suitcase and walked silently in front.
She was wearing a beret, with long hair and waist-length, and a black and white knitted sweater that was about to cover her black short skirt. She was paired with beautiful black stockings and long boots, which was both sexy and cold.
Under Zhao Qingyi's close-fitting scrutiny, Lao Zhao's displeasure quickly disappeared. His eyes quickly passed between Ouyang Zhen's legs, and then he withdrew his hot gaze.
Ouyang Zhen drove over a sedan. She and Zhao Qingyi stuffed the suitcase into the trunk together. Old Zhao sat in the back row and observed Ouyang Zhen's every move from the rearview mirror, and the corners of his eyes became narrower.
When he learned that Zhao Jingxin and Ouyang Zhen temporarily lived at Zhao Jingcheng's home due to internships, Lao Zhao was even more looking forward to the future.
The large flat-story mansion bought by Zhao Jingcheng is located in the center of the city. Whether it is the exquisite community garden vegetation or the magnificent hall elevator, it has opened Lao Zhao's eyes, which has changed dramatically from the big city he has visited more than ten years ago.
The eldest daughter-in-law Gong Wenyin opened the door. She had already prepared her slippers, held Lao Zhao's hand and sat aside, and said with a gentle smile: Dad, you have finally been discharged from the hospital. It's great.
Lao Zhao's mood has recovered and happy: Wen Yin, I miss you so much, where is the baby? Have you been asleep?
Well, I just finished feeding and fell asleep.
Perhaps to facilitate breastfeeding, she was wearing a simple blue suspender nightgown. The low-hanging silk neckline could not cover the white white breasts, the cleavage was faintly visible, and the curve of her breasts was hazy and seductive, especially the clothes on her chest had two clear slightly convex convex.
Ouyang Zhen, who was standing next to him, took off his long boots and exposed a pair of exquisite black stockings. He quickly reached into the fur shoes again, leaving only the heels exposed, and was hazy under the cover of the black stockings, making Lao Zhao feel itchy.
After Zhao Qingyi changed his shoes, he helped Lao Zhao up, and then he began to look at the indoor environment.
First, it is spacious, then it is luxurious and grand. The 100-inch TV hanging on the living room wall shocked Lao Zhao, and there are also a whole row of antiques on the antique shelves, not to mention the crystal chandeliers that flashed like a kaleidoscope. The entire mansion was decorated very high-end.
Gong Wenyin walked in front to introduce the layout of the room at home, but Lao Zhao's gaze was quickly attracted by her side curve. It was almost perfect. The S-shaped curve can only be seen on the poster, with a bulge in front and a tilted back, and her buttocks were round and plump. Her breasts seemed to violate the law of the center of gravity, bulging high, and swaying slightly in her nightgown. Especially in the backlight, he could even vaguely see the shape of the breasts in the clothes of his eldest daughter-in-law.
Dad, do you think it looks good?
Good-looking, good-looking... Old Zhao suddenly woke up and quickly turned his gaze to a landscape oil painting hanging on the wall. Fortunately, Gong Wenyin did not notice his strangeness.
After a circle, Lao Zhao stood on the balcony that was ten meters wide, looking at the river view in the distance, Gong Wenyin's huge breasts and plump buttocks appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh: It turns out that this is the large flat layer, it is really big and big.
During dinner in the evening, Zhao Jingcheng finally came back. Zhao Jingxin said she would not come back if she had to work overtime, while Zhao Jingren and Xia Qingcheng were preparing for the exam at school.
Lao Zhao had been observing his eldest son's reaction. Although Zhao Jingcheng touched the cup with him several times in the middle, he didn't eat a single bite of his meal, and he just smoked with his head stuffed. His fat body twisted and twisted, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Zhao Jingcheng was bored for a long time, and it was not until Gong Wenyin pushed him and said: By the way, Dad, do you have any place to go? I'll take you to have fun.
Lao Zhao shook his head: There is no place I want to go. When I was young, I had already traveled all over the great rivers and mountains.
That's it.Zhao Jingcheng didn't know how to answer the conversation.
After the meal, he stood up and said that there were still some books to settle in the restaurant, and then left without looking back.
Now Lao Zhao finally understood. It was probably because of the strange lesions in his body that all men were avoiding it, even the three biological sons were no exception.
When he thought of this, he felt a little uncomfortable and felt emotionally lost.
Zhao Jingcheng's mansion has five bedrooms in total, and each bedroom is an independent bathroom. Old Zhao sat naked on the stool in the bathroom, allowing Zhao Qingyi to wipe his body.
He kept thinking about his thoughts so much that he didn't find his daughter deliberately tempted him.
After taking a shower, the lights were not turned on in the room. Lao Zhao stood by the window, staring at the full moon hanging high in the sky, and was stunned.
He could vaguely hear the call from afar. When he wanted to listen carefully, he disappeared, and could only feel the thumping sound of his heart.
At this time, the door of the room quietly opened, Zhao Qingyi walked in again, and then locked the door.
She was wearing a loose white pajamas, hugged Lao Zhao from behind, and said softly: Dad, what's wrong with tonight? Are you unhappy?
Alas, my daughter Ah, is this retribution? Why doesn’t a son pay attention to me?
Dad, maybe my brother and the others have something to do today, so I’m busy, don’t think too much, isn’t you still have a daughter with you?
Sure enough, feeling the soft breasts of his daughter behind him, Lao Zhao's crotch quickly had a physiological reaction.He turned around, pushed his daughter down on the bed, and took off his clothes in a few seconds.
Zhao Qingyi cooperated to take off her pajamas, revealing her smooth and white body, without any underwear inside.
Old Zhao, who had already burned his desire, pressed on her impatiently, and his glans stood apart from his daughter's plump labia, which was already soaked with a little love juice.
Dad, it hurts, be gentle... After having a fight with Lao Zhao in the morning, Zhao Qingyi's delicate body had not recovered. She hugged her father's neck tightly and endured continuous thrusting and impact.
The smooth and tender pigeon breasts were all light bruised, which were traces after being ravaged by Lao Zhao. His palm rubbed his daughter's sensitive nipples. The two kissed each other enthusiastically, and their bodies were entangled and tightly separated.
At first, she could bear not humming, but she completely let go of it afterwards, and the whole bedroom was filled with soft and beautiful moans: Dad...Ah...
Old Zhao's chest was fluctuating violently, and his neck and face were red. After he put up his daughter's beautiful legs, he began the final sprint before ejaculation.
After feeling his changes, Zhao Qingyi's moans became even higher. She was scattering her hair and her face was flushed and looked so cute: Dad... Dad... Woo... Ejaculated in her daughter's mouth... Ah...
After hearing this, Lao Zhao quickly pulled his penis out of his wet pussy and inserted it violently into his daughter's mouth. As the scrotum contracted violently, a stream of semen poured into her daughter's mouth, and she began to swallow hungrily.
Ha... Old Zhao looked up at the sky and looked at the ceiling, feeling his spiritual sense dazed, and semen squirted out, as if he had taken away a lot of his energy.
After the ejaculation, Zhao Qingyi's eyes became even more blurred and ecstatic. She knelt on the ground, licking the remaining semen on the glans passionately, and her obsessive appearance looked very much like Murong Yu.
When the glans left Zhao Qingyi's lips, she actually knelt on the ground and crawled towards Lao Zhao, then raised her head in a daze, opened her mouth and looked full of desire: I want semen, I want...
Lao Zhao looked at his daughter's strange behavior and was a little worried. He asked tentatively: Do you know who I am?
Who are you?Who are you……
Zhao Qingyi was stunned and said uncertainly after passing: Dad, Dad...
Yes, daughter Ah, I am your father, don’t forget Ah!Old Zhao was scared and hugged her tightly, fearing that his daughter would forget her identity.
After Zhao Qingyi's desire gradually faded, his spiritual consciousness returned to his senses: Dad, how could I forget you? Don't worry.
OK, that's good.Old Zhao lay tiredly on the bed, his body naked and he didn't want to move.
After Zhao Qingyi put on his pajamas, he kissed him on the cheek: Then I'll go back to the room first, good night dad~
Good night.
When she opened the door, she stopped and her tone was a little panicked: Sister Ouyang... are you not asleep yet?
Old Zhao looked out the door in shock and looked at Ouyang Zhen with four eyes. Then the door was quickly closed by his daughter. He never heard the conversation between the two again.
Did she hear what Ouyang Zhen was doing while standing outside the door? Old Zhao quickly picked up the quilt to cover his body, his head becoming more and more confused.
If Ouyang Zhen really discovered his and Zhao Qingyi’s misfortune, would she make it public directly?If all three sons knew about it, would they drive him away?
Lao Zhao, who was alone in the dark, was panicked at first, and then tried to comfort himself, and his second daughter-in-law should have seen nothing.
He lay on the bed and tossed and turned, finally unable to hold back, and quietly got up, came to the door of his daughter's bedroom, and found that the door was not locked.
Zhao Qingyi sat on the bed in a daze. When she saw Lao Zhao coming in, her expression was a little complicated: Dad...
My daughter, what's wrong? You haven't slept yet?After Old Zhao sat next to him, Zhao Qingyi naturally leaned over.
Dad, I'm sorry.
Old Zhao felt a little sad and said in confusion: What are you saying sorry?What's wrong?
Zhao Qingyi was nervous: Just now... we were in the room, and Sister Ouyang heard it.
What did she say?
She...she said nothing and went back to the room like that.
After getting the answer he wanted, Lao Zhao was silent instead, and half of his face was blocked by the shadow bit by bit.
……
The next morning, the severe pain from the skull woke Lao Zhao up instantly. He was so painful that he could hardly speak. He curled up in a ball, biting his pillowcase tightly, and his face was sweating profusely.
After a while of relief, the severe pain that touched the soul gradually disappeared. Lao Zhao was like a drowning man, staring at his eyes, breathing in fresh air in big mouthfuls, and his collapsed chest was filled again.
He slowly got up and found that he was sweating all over his body, his limbs were cold and stiff, and his blood was not smooth, causing his legs to become numb and he almost couldn't stand up.
Looking at the sick old man in the mirror, his hair was gray and sparse, his eyes were dim and uneven, and his face was uneven, especially the two nasolabial folds revealed, which was shocking, like a beggar who picked up rags.
Old Zhao stared at him for a while, shook his head and smiled.
Gong Wenyin and Zhao Qingyi were having breakfast. After seeing Lao Zhao come out, Gong Wenyin greeted him and went into the kitchen to heat the buns. Zhao Qingyi pushed away the chair and let Lao Zhao sit next to her.
Lao Zhao glanced around: Where is Jing Xin?
Zhao Qingyi bit the bun and replied: The second brother and the others are going to work.
What about Jingcheng?
Gong Wenyin came out with a bun and said softly: Dad, Jingcheng was busy until midnight last night, and he was in the room to take a break.
Lao Zhao nodded, took the bun and chewed it, but didn't make any noise throughout the whole process.
After breakfast, Lao Zhao said he wanted to go out for a walk, and Zhao Qingyi's eyes lit up: OK, I'll accompany you to take a walk downstairs, the old man should bask in more sunshine.
Old Zhao quickly shook his head: Hey, I, an old man, just stroll around casually. Aren’t you going to your mother’s place to get something? Go quickly.
I want to accompany my dad~
Don’t mess around, go and go back quickly, dad has time to accompany you.
Zhao Qingyi said helplessly: OK.
After Lao Zhao left the door, he confirmed that his daughter did not follow him, and then slowly walked into the elevator and pressed the numeric key six.
After leaving the elevator door, he took a look at the door number next to him, 601, which was exactly the number Tang Wu told him in the hospital.
After the doorbell rang, the figure that made him dream of finally appeared.
Hey, isn’t this... Teacher Zhao?
Tang Wu's eyebrows were full of surprise and joy. She quickly stood aside and signaled Lao Zhao to come in: Teacher Zhao, please come in, please come in, it's so great. Why didn't you tell us when you are back? We should visit us first.
Hahaha, Xiaowu Ah, you didn’t expect me to be discharged from the hospital so soon, did you?
Old Zhao smiled and said with a hearty smile: I moved in last night, and the next day I thought about coming to see you.
Teacher Zhao, there is no need to change your shoes, come in and sit in. I call my husband now and ask him to come back. He just went out to work, and the teacher, you came in.
Old Zhao waved his hand quickly: Oh no, no, young people should look like they are struggling. I just sat for a while, it's okay, let him go to work well.
Then...Okay, teacher, please sit down for a while, I'll go make tea.Tang Wu picked up the kettle and walked into the kitchen.
Lao Zhao sat on the sofa and took a leisurely look at Tang Wu's home decoration environment.
In terms of indoor area, Tang Wu's home is far smaller than Zhao Jingcheng's home, and the decoration style is also more simple and elegant. The ceiling design without a master lamp and the walls are warm and white, giving people a faint sense of warmth in the home.
Tang Wu came back with a kettle, showed a subtle smile at him, and sat on the single chair.
Lao Zhao looked at Tang Wu who was making tea. She put on light makeup today, her face and skin were fair and moist, her eyes were bright and eyebrows, and her manners were elegant and dignified. By tying up her hair, she could reveal her swan-like jade neck.
She wore a beige home sweater with a soft color, and a light-colored belt was tied around her waist, making the willow waist neat and light, and a long velvet skirt with apricot under her body. The satin surface of the skirt was shimmering like the bright moon on the Milky Way, and her temperament was gentle and soft, as if it was spotless.
Teacher Zhao, please have tea.
Tang Wu handed the teacup to Lao Zhao, and did not forget to remind him to be careful of the hot cup.
Thank you Xiaowu, I haven’t drunk tea seriously for a long time.
After Lao Zhao picked up the teacup and blew a few sips, he quickly finished drinking it. He still didn't forget to talk about his previous experience: In the past, I filled a large pot of water, and put a few pieces of tea in it and could drink it all day. Of course, the taste was very light, so I could just drink it. If the tea leaves were too good, the group of melons would sneak away.
When Lao Zhao recalled his teaching career, he realized that Tang Wu had already heard it. His eyes were on a laptop on the coffee table, with a few books next to it. He asked curiously: Xiaowu Ah, don’t you need to attend classes today?
Attend class……
Tang Wu's eyes dimmed in an instant, and she lowered her head: Teacher, I have resigned for a while and now I am learning accounting by myself and preparing to find other jobs.
Old Zhao was stunned: Oh, what's going on?
Tang Wu sighed lightly and began to tell the story of the causes and consequences.
It turned out that a teacher in the school coveted her beauty and repeatedly hinted that Tang Wu and Lu Di wanted to divorce, while doing various small moves behind her back.
This happened to be discovered by her husband's younger brother Lu Ming. Lu Ming is the leader of the society and has a bad temper. He directly led a group of social hooligans to make a big fuss in the school and tied up the director to beat him.
In the end, the director of the teaching director bleed too much and died after ineffective rescue. Lu Ming was also arrested by the police. Because the evidence of the crime was conclusive, the sentence was announced at a date.
After this incident, Tang Wu was no longer in the mood to continue to teach at school. During this period, they were communicating with lawyers, spending a lot of energy and becoming exhausted.
At the end of the story, Lao Zhao burst into tears when he saw her sadness, took out a few tissues and handed them over.Tang Wu said thank you and lowered her head to wipe the pear blossoms' delicate face with rain.
After the brief touch just now, Lao Zhao felt her fingers chill and frowned and said: Xiaowu Ah, why are your hands so cold?
Tang Wu forced a smile and said: My hands and feet have been cold since I was a child. The doctor said that I was cold and weak.
In the flash of lightning, Old Zhao immediately thought of something. He slowly stood up and said with a smile: Xiao Wu Ah, I brought some honey from my hometown. Yes, honey, it is very gentle and can cure your body cold and weak body. The rheumatism of the elderly in the village is conditioned by these honeys. I will give it to you.
Ah, thank you teacher, but I'm fine, I'm now...
If you wait for me for a while, I will put it... and put it at home. I will pack it and take it for you. It is not worth it, just treat it as a gift from the teacher.
But……
Lao Zhao stopped Tang Wu's repeated refusal and walked out of the door with weak steps.Seeing Tang Wu standing outside the elevator, Lao Zhao nodded happily and pressed the number key to nine.
After the elevator arrived at the ninth floor, he pressed back to the first floor.
After leaving the elevator and then out of the community gate, he wandered around the streets, walking very slowly, like an old man who could be blown down by the wind at any time.
Soon, he found a grocery store and walked in and asked directly: Boss, do you have any honey sold?
The shop owner is a honest man. He frowned and looked at Lao Zhao, and Ning pointed: Yes, how much do you want?
Seeing this, Old Zhao hurriedly retreated to the door and said carefully: Come on one kilogram.
good.
The boss took a bottle of unlabeled honey from the shelves and handed it to Lao Zhao: Homemade, one kilogram, 100 yuan.
So expensive?
Old Zhao shook his head, looked at the color of the honey in the bottle, and then took out a brand new 100 yuan from his arms.He thought about it and asked the boss for a few small empty bottles.
After leaving the grocery store, he unscrewed the cap of the honey, poured it into his hand and tried to taste it a little bit, frowned: It's far worse than what he was from his hometown, at least it's still a real thing.
The journey home was not far, but he walked a little quickly and couldn't wait to return to the community and walked into the elevator. The number key he pressed was eight.
After leaving the elevator, Lao Zhao looked at the unfamiliar door frame and the 802 next to him, and realized that he had walked on the wrong floor and said to himself: You are so confused.
When I turned around, the elevator door was closed and down.
Lao Zhao glanced at the fire door passage, thinking that it was only a small floor, so he pushed open the door, held the big bag in one hand, and held the wall in the other, and walked slowly up the fire stairs.
Just a staircase made him pant, maybe it was because the air was not circulating.
He stood in the fire passage on the ninth floor and was about to push open the fire door, but he saw his eldest son Zhao Jingcheng walking out of his home.
After Zhao Jingcheng pressed the elevator button, he turned his head and continued to say to Gong Wenyin: I thought this was not a solution. I had to find a place to settle him as soon as possible. Really, the smell of rottenness at home is so disgusting. Jingxin didn't come back last night. He slept directly in the company. Jingren simply didn't come back at school. Wenyin, you don't understand.
Gong Wenyin stood at the door and sighed: Then why don’t I ask my friend if there are any free rented houses nearby, but... if our dad lives alone, who can take care of him?He is in a deteriorating condition now.
Zhao Jingcheng shook his head: Hi, or just send it back to the hospital. There are also nursing staff to take care of him. If you ask Jingxin to take care of him, Jingxin may really strangle him to death on the spot.
Gong Wenyin frowned and said: You three brothers are really...
Wen Yin, can't you stand it either? I just said that the washing machines are dirty. Ouyang Zhen also sent me a message saying that she will move out in a few days, and she will definitely not be able to stand our dad, and she thinks the family is disgusting.
Seeing Gong Wenyin silent, Zhao Jingcheng continued: Wife, you don’t understand some things. I don’t want to argue with you anymore. I will make an appointment for a hospital bed later to see how much the cheapest bed costs, and then I will pick him up.
Gong Wenyin was helpless: OK, that’s all.
After the two looked at each other, Zhao Jingcheng said helplessly: There are still a few months left, and he hasn't breathed a lot. I'll bear it. Every year from now on, the three of us brothers will go to the graves to burn incense, which is also considered to be filial.
The eldest son's words were like a cold knife in winter. He cut off Old Zhao's heart veins with one knife. He leaned against the wall, his finger bones trembled slightly.
Old Zhao hugged left and right, and his calloused hands rubbed the girl's tender breasts freely. The rough fingerprints were like dried date skins, which made Zhao Qingyi and Murong Yu whisper softly. They closed their eyes at the same time, their eyelashes trembled slightly, and enjoyed the rude caress of their lover.
Lao Zhao's chest was still violently fluctuating, and sometimes he could hardly breathe. Fortunately, the headache symptoms had quietly disappeared, and the pleasure of orgasm still stayed in his mind, offsetting the severe pain... This feeling seemed to be taking drugs, making him almost addicted.
He had previously guessed that having sex could cure headaches, and this effect really worked, and the analgesia time was longer than morphine.
Because brain cancer worsens very quickly, as long as Lao Zhao doesn't take painkillers or injects morphine injections for a moment, his entire head will feel suddenly enlarged, causing unbearable pain and unable to sleep.
The fourth moon quietly appeared in the night sky. Old Zhao was used to this scene. As his eyelids became heavier, he hugged the two girls and fell asleep quickly.
The next morning, Lao Zhao was woken up by a quarrel.
He opened his eyes and saw two naked girls kneeling in front of him. They took turns licking their erect penis, as if they were in conflict with who should lick first, and they did not give in to each other.
Zhao Qingyi was afraid of waking up Lao Zhao, so she lowered her voice to retort: He is my father, I am his daughter, why should you compete with me?
Murong Yu was slightly drunk, and after her lips left her glans, she glanced at her: Why, Zhao Gaonian had sex with me first, I was his first woman.
You are talking nonsense, how could the first woman be you...
Murong Yu did not retreat at all, and held the glans tightly, leaving Zhao Qingyi helpless. Her angrily cute appearance made Lao Zhao unable to help but caress her cheek.
Dad, you're awake!
Zhao Qingyi suddenly hugged his neck and complained with a little aggrieved: She is so domineering and never let me lick my cock. It’s obvious that I am your daughter, wuwu...
After hearing this, Murong Yu looked panicked and shook her head to defend herself: Old sir, I am just helping you... clean your body, yes, it's cleaning, don't listen to her randomly.
Seeing that the two of them were quarreling, Lao Zhao quickly stopped him and said happily: So that's the case. Let's do it. You two lick together, lick one side, isn't it enough?
Although Lao Zhao's words were peaceful, they seemed to be a decisive creed to the two girls, and were unquestionable and provocative. No matter how reluctant Murong Yu was, he could only give up half of his penis obediently.
With the master's appreciation and gaze, they licked their penis hard, their pink tongues were as clever as snakes, making a sizzling sound. Lao Zhao only persisted for a while, and his glans jumped violently, and streams of semen spurted out, all of them ejaculated on the faces of the two girls.
They didn't care about fighting for each other, and quickly used their slender fingers to pull off the semen on their cheeks, then put them in their mouths, and moans immediately came out of their throats.
Their faces became red and charming, their eyes became more and more intoxicated, and their waists trembled slightly, and a new orgasm came.
After a while, the girls were soft and weak, and they lay on the bed motionless. Lao Zhao became energetic after ejaculation, and his beautiful new life began again.
The entire ward became a paradise of sexual intercourse, and the two women's panting one after another. After more than an hour of tossing, Murong Yu walked out of the ward in disarray.
Zhao Qingyi snuggled in his father's arms naked. After Murong Yu left the room, he whispered: Dad, when will we go home?
Old Zhao was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face: Go home?Why go home?
For him, his life in the hospital was like a god, with two beauties serving him, and he was unwilling to move this comfort nest for a moment.
Dad, are we going home? Zhao Qingyi continued to act coquettishly. The delicate nipples rubbed against Lao Zhao's arm, which made him immediately distracted and grabbed the smooth pigeon breasts with his big hands.
My daughter Ah, wouldn’t it be good to be with my dad here?
Zhao Qingyi shyly catered to Lao Zhao's grasp: Dad, it's not convenient for outsiders here. My daughter wants to go home and stay alone with her father... Woo...
Lao Zhao gradually understood her true intention. It turned out that he wanted to get rid of Murong Yu by himself and then let her own it.
After Lao Zhao saw through his intention, Zhao Qingyi became even more tender. She took the initiative to get into the quilt and put her glans in her mouth, trying her best to please her father: Dad, just promise your daughter, your daughter wants...
OK, I promise you all!
The next day, Murong Yu welcomed a heartbreaking news that Lao Zhao was going to be discharged from the hospital early and went home.
She rushed into the ward in panic and saw that the father and daughter were dressed neatly. After packing her suitcase, she stood there, looking at Lao Zhao in disbelief, her lips trembled slightly: Are you going back?
Zhao Qingyi showed a smile of the winner: Sister Xiaoyu, we will be discharged from the hospital later. Unfortunately, you can no longer take care of my dad. Thank you for your careful care during this period~
Mr. Zhao, you...the doctor said you should continue to stay in the hospital for observation...
Zhao Qingyi immediately interrupted her: I know the situation of my dad best. I hope that for the rest of the months, he can live happily with his family, rather than being trapped... trapped in this white ward with the smell of disinfectant. Do you understand?
Murong Yu pursed her lips: I, I can also make Mr. Zhao happy...
Nurse Xiaoyu, what are you talking about?Do you want me to complain to the hospital about your sexual harassment?Zhao Qingyi retorted and blocked all her words.
I'm not...
Murong Yu stood there at a loss. She wanted to say something, but her eyes turned red little by little, and she silently lowered her head.
Lao Zhao didn't say anything throughout the whole process. Seeing that she was crying a little, he waved to her: Child, come here.
She obediently walked to Lao Zhao, raised her head, and looked hopeless.
Child, I will come to the hospital to see you often. Don’t worry, don’t cry, be good.
Old Zhao showed a kind face. While touching her head, he unbuttoned his belt, exposed his majestic penis, and then sat beside the bed.
Murong Yu instantly realized what he meant, knelt obediently on the ground, leaned forward with his upper body, opened his cherry lips and held his glans.
Zhao Qingyi next to him frowned and looked coldly, but did not stop him.
Old Zhao enjoyed the beauty's warm and moist cavity comfortably, with his fragrant tongue smooth and agile, licking and sucking back and forth in the coronal groove of the glans and the lace position. The strong stimulation gave him the urge to disarm.
He gasped and said: Sit on, hurry.
Murong Yu immediately stood up and lifted up her skirt. She was not wearing underwear. Her long jade legs were covered with thin white silk pantyhose. She could vaguely see the wet pubic lip at the crotch of the pantyhose.
Obviously, in order to please Lao Zhao, Murong Yu's daily nurses wear it to arouse his sexual desire, and he doesn't even wear underwear, which makes Zhao Qingyi even more unhappy: Do you nurses like to seduce patients like this?
Murong Yu was a little blushed when she said it, and hesitated: It’s the old man who likes it, so I wear it like this.
OK, I like it, I like it very much.Lao Zhao's rough palms stroked her beautiful white silk legs. The smooth silky touch made him feel high in sexual desire, and his plump buttocks became tighter and rounder under the constraints of white silk pantyhose.
After Murong Yu tore open the white silk pantyhose in his crotch, his wet vagina could no longer be covered. After being teased by Lao Zhao's fingers, the vaginal fluid seeped out.
Then, her waist slowly sat down, and her plump labia were stretched open by the glans bit by bit. Under the lubrication of crystal liquid, her penis was slippery into the honey. She was able to sit smoothly on Lao Zhao's legs, covering her lips, and her legs couldn't help but get together.
Lao Zhao sighed, experiencing the pleasure of his penis being tightly wrapped in the wet and soft vagina.
Murong Yu's pussy was more slippery than ever. The soft flesh in the vagina sucked the penis tightly like life. Every time Lao Zhao thrust, it seemed difficult. The top of the glans hit the cervix, and made a hissing and lewd sound when rubbing back and forth.
She could no longer contain her moans, and moans came from her fingers, clamping her beautiful white legs, holding her hands on the bed to control the rhythm of her delicate body's thrusting. Her white buttocks caused ripples as Lao Zhao's legs hit.
Lao Zhao's hand climbed up to the beauty's perky breasts, rubbed them vigorously through the clothes, and a low and regular roar came from the corners of his mouth, and the blue veins on his neck were clearly visible.
Zhao Qingyi was watching from the side and was stunned. She slowly climbed onto the bed, hugged Lao Zhao from behind, and whispered: Dad, my daughter wants it too...
OK, come all.Lao Zhao turned his head and collided with his daughter's soft lips.
Although Zhao Qingyi mocked Murong Yu for her lewd side of not wearing underwear, she did not wear underwear, and she specially chose a pair of open-stitched black silk pantyhose.
When the pleated skirt was taken off, the valley was already filled with slurry, and the two thick and smooth labia tightly protected the position of the jade slit, and the bulging steamed buns were very cute.
Lao Zhao asked them to hug each other, Murong Yu was lying at the bottom, her beautiful white legs were divided into an M-shaped shape, and Zhao Qingyi was almost naked on it, with her black silk buttocks raised high, and the two girls' fair and beautiful breasts overlapped and squeezed into a ball.
I will open my pussy and I will fuck whoever breaks the hole the biggest!
The two girls hesitated for a while, and then used their slender fingers to separate their wet labia bit by bit.
Murong Yu's mons pubic hair has a small tuft of pubic hair. When the labia are separated, the tender flesh of the vagina is exposed. Because he has just been thrusting with Lao Zhao's penis, the pink flesh of the acupoint wall is clearly visible, and there is a light white vaginal fluid squeezed back and forth in the vaginal wall.
Zhao Qingyi's steamed bun pussy seemed subtle and shy. Even though she had tried hard to separate the thick labia, the jade slit still loyally protected the safety of the pussy. The red crepe granulum inside was faintly visible, and only the pink clitoris was exposed outside.
For Lao Zhao, having sex with his daughter first became the first choice. After the glans successfully squeezed open the labia, under the lubrication of a little love fluid, the penis penetrated into the honey little by little, and squeezed open the folds of the scented walls.
Dad, come in...
Zhao Qingyi, who had just been broken, was suddenly surrounded by pain and pleasure. She gently bit her lips, her black silk and tender feet slightly raised, and her beautiful legs and her skin was tense.
When Lao Zhao's entire penis was swallowed by his daughter's soft vagina, the two of them moaned dullly, and their thrust waists drove their penis to thrust slowly.
Every impact made Zhao Qingyi's pigeon breasts rub back and forth with Murong Yu's breasts. She was extremely sensitive and was already hungry and thirsty when she lay down at the bottom. Seeing that Lao Zhao had not favored her for a long time, she simply stretched out her fingers to touch her sensitive clitoris.
Daughter, good daughter...
Lao Zhao only felt that his penis was wrapped in soft and warm vagina, his daughter's honey hole was tight and thin, and the wriggling honey particles sucked the penis and glans back and forth, allowing him to feel the refreshing and comfortable feeling deep into his bone marrow.
After thrusting for a long time, he pulled out his penis and inserted his wet glans into Murong Yu's vagina smoothly, and poked it to the deepest part with a slight thrust.
Murong Yu screamed in a daze, hugging Zhao Qingyi's back tightly, and his jade hips were hit back and forth.
Old gentleman...Ah...be gentler...
She couldn't help but kissed Zhao Qingyi who was lying on her body enthusiastically. Her beautiful white legs were grabbed by Lao Zhao in her hand, and her smooth white silky feet were swaying in the air.
All the goods are scattered...
Lao Zhao's Adam's apple was also trembling, his face was slightly ferocious. He was now the real old man pushing a cart, ravaging the two beautiful cars in front of him. His penis was pampering between the two wet vaginas, and his groaning was so ecstatic that he listened to the soul-absorbing.
Zhao Qingyi was like a bitch waiting for a visit, swaying black silk buttocks like a longing, her thick labia was flooded with honey, and her clitoris was about to release her tween.
When Lao Zhao's penis was inserted, she raised her head excitedly, her face flushed and intoxicated, and she made unconscious murmurs: Wild...Ah...
The two women were driving at the same time, but Lao Zhao could not help but semen after all. His glans shook violently, and the semen squirted out and all shot into Murong Yu's pussy.
The leaves swayed in the sun, reflecting the tender and greasy girl's body. The white semen seeped out from the crack of the jade, and were soon scraped away by Murong Yu's fingers and reached into his mouth.
After ejaculation, Lao Zhao's desire gradually faded. Looking at Murong Yu who was lying on the bed, and then looking at his daughter kneeling under him and swallowing her penis, he was a little tired and powerless.
When Zhao Qingyi sucked the glans clean, he turned around and stared at the semen dripping between Murong Yu's legs.
Lao Zhao saw her intention, calmed down her chest and said in a deep voice: All of this is for Xiaoyu. After you go back, you can still taste a lot of semen.
Well, OK.Zhao Qingyi reluctantly wore her skirt back.
Lao Zhao and his daughter pulled the suitcase and left the ward. Before leaving, he looked back at Murong Yu and saw that she was still immersed in the atmosphere of semen. She tucked out the semen from her pussy and stuck it into her mouth. Her semen dependence symptoms seemed to be deeper than her daughter.
……
Zhao Jingcheng helped him to handle the discharge procedures. He came to the hospital and met Zhao Qingyi briefly. After explaining some matters, he left in a hurry and did not meet Lao Zhao from beginning to end.
It was only after my daughter suddenly mentioned it that Lao Zhao realized that his eldest son had been to the hospital.
What are the children doing? Is there me? Old Zhao was in a state of anger. He originally thought that on the day he was discharged from the hospital, his three sons should come to pick him up, but in the end, only Ouyang Zhen came to the hospital.
Zhao Qingyi saw her from afar and waved her hand: Sister Ouyang, we are here~
Ouyang Zhen walked over in three or two steps. She took the suitcase in Lao Zhao's hand, and her cold face showed a hint of apology: Sorry, I'm late, Jing Xin suddenly had something urgent to come, so...
Gong Wenyin was at home and Lao Zhao could understand that he was taking care of his children. The only thing he didn't understand was the strange behavior of his three sons. It seemed that they had discussed with each other and were hiding from him, the plague god.
Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel disappointed: Why did this happen? Jing Ren didn't come either. None of his three sons came. Only my daughter and a daughter-in-law met. Alas...
Ouyang Zhen was also a little stunned. She probably didn't expect that neither Zhao Jingcheng nor Jingren came to pick him up. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. She dragged her suitcase and walked silently in front.
She was wearing a beret, with long hair and waist-length, and a black and white knitted sweater that was about to cover her black short skirt. She was paired with beautiful black stockings and long boots, which was both sexy and cold.
Under Zhao Qingyi's close-fitting scrutiny, Lao Zhao's displeasure quickly disappeared. His eyes quickly passed between Ouyang Zhen's legs, and then he withdrew his hot gaze.
Ouyang Zhen drove over a sedan. She and Zhao Qingyi stuffed the suitcase into the trunk together. Old Zhao sat in the back row and observed Ouyang Zhen's every move from the rearview mirror, and the corners of his eyes became narrower.
When he learned that Zhao Jingxin and Ouyang Zhen temporarily lived at Zhao Jingcheng's home due to internships, Lao Zhao was even more looking forward to the future.
The large flat-story mansion bought by Zhao Jingcheng is located in the center of the city. Whether it is the exquisite community garden vegetation or the magnificent hall elevator, it has opened Lao Zhao's eyes, which has changed dramatically from the big city he has visited more than ten years ago.
The eldest daughter-in-law Gong Wenyin opened the door. She had already prepared her slippers, held Lao Zhao's hand and sat aside, and said with a gentle smile: Dad, you have finally been discharged from the hospital. It's great.
Lao Zhao's mood has recovered and happy: Wen Yin, I miss you so much, where is the baby? Have you been asleep?
Well, I just finished feeding and fell asleep.
Perhaps to facilitate breastfeeding, she was wearing a simple blue suspender nightgown. The low-hanging silk neckline could not cover the white white breasts, the cleavage was faintly visible, and the curve of her breasts was hazy and seductive, especially the clothes on her chest had two clear slightly convex convex.
Ouyang Zhen, who was standing next to him, took off his long boots and exposed a pair of exquisite black stockings. He quickly reached into the fur shoes again, leaving only the heels exposed, and was hazy under the cover of the black stockings, making Lao Zhao feel itchy.
After Zhao Qingyi changed his shoes, he helped Lao Zhao up, and then he began to look at the indoor environment.
First, it is spacious, then it is luxurious and grand. The 100-inch TV hanging on the living room wall shocked Lao Zhao, and there are also a whole row of antiques on the antique shelves, not to mention the crystal chandeliers that flashed like a kaleidoscope. The entire mansion was decorated very high-end.
Gong Wenyin walked in front to introduce the layout of the room at home, but Lao Zhao's gaze was quickly attracted by her side curve. It was almost perfect. The S-shaped curve can only be seen on the poster, with a bulge in front and a tilted back, and her buttocks were round and plump. Her breasts seemed to violate the law of the center of gravity, bulging high, and swaying slightly in her nightgown. Especially in the backlight, he could even vaguely see the shape of the breasts in the clothes of his eldest daughter-in-law.
Dad, do you think it looks good?
Good-looking, good-looking... Old Zhao suddenly woke up and quickly turned his gaze to a landscape oil painting hanging on the wall. Fortunately, Gong Wenyin did not notice his strangeness.
After a circle, Lao Zhao stood on the balcony that was ten meters wide, looking at the river view in the distance, Gong Wenyin's huge breasts and plump buttocks appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh: It turns out that this is the large flat layer, it is really big and big.
During dinner in the evening, Zhao Jingcheng finally came back. Zhao Jingxin said she would not come back if she had to work overtime, while Zhao Jingren and Xia Qingcheng were preparing for the exam at school.
Lao Zhao had been observing his eldest son's reaction. Although Zhao Jingcheng touched the cup with him several times in the middle, he didn't eat a single bite of his meal, and he just smoked with his head stuffed. His fat body twisted and twisted, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Zhao Jingcheng was bored for a long time, and it was not until Gong Wenyin pushed him and said: By the way, Dad, do you have any place to go? I'll take you to have fun.
Lao Zhao shook his head: There is no place I want to go. When I was young, I had already traveled all over the great rivers and mountains.
That's it.Zhao Jingcheng didn't know how to answer the conversation.
After the meal, he stood up and said that there were still some books to settle in the restaurant, and then left without looking back.
Now Lao Zhao finally understood. It was probably because of the strange lesions in his body that all men were avoiding it, even the three biological sons were no exception.
When he thought of this, he felt a little uncomfortable and felt emotionally lost.
Zhao Jingcheng's mansion has five bedrooms in total, and each bedroom is an independent bathroom. Old Zhao sat naked on the stool in the bathroom, allowing Zhao Qingyi to wipe his body.
He kept thinking about his thoughts so much that he didn't find his daughter deliberately tempted him.
After taking a shower, the lights were not turned on in the room. Lao Zhao stood by the window, staring at the full moon hanging high in the sky, and was stunned.
He could vaguely hear the call from afar. When he wanted to listen carefully, he disappeared, and could only feel the thumping sound of his heart.
At this time, the door of the room quietly opened, Zhao Qingyi walked in again, and then locked the door.
She was wearing a loose white pajamas, hugged Lao Zhao from behind, and said softly: Dad, what's wrong with tonight? Are you unhappy?
Alas, my daughter Ah, is this retribution? Why doesn’t a son pay attention to me?
Dad, maybe my brother and the others have something to do today, so I’m busy, don’t think too much, isn’t you still have a daughter with you?
Sure enough, feeling the soft breasts of his daughter behind him, Lao Zhao's crotch quickly had a physiological reaction.He turned around, pushed his daughter down on the bed, and took off his clothes in a few seconds.
Zhao Qingyi cooperated to take off her pajamas, revealing her smooth and white body, without any underwear inside.
Old Zhao, who had already burned his desire, pressed on her impatiently, and his glans stood apart from his daughter's plump labia, which was already soaked with a little love juice.
Dad, it hurts, be gentle... After having a fight with Lao Zhao in the morning, Zhao Qingyi's delicate body had not recovered. She hugged her father's neck tightly and endured continuous thrusting and impact.
The smooth and tender pigeon breasts were all light bruised, which were traces after being ravaged by Lao Zhao. His palm rubbed his daughter's sensitive nipples. The two kissed each other enthusiastically, and their bodies were entangled and tightly separated.
At first, she could bear not humming, but she completely let go of it afterwards, and the whole bedroom was filled with soft and beautiful moans: Dad...Ah...
Old Zhao's chest was fluctuating violently, and his neck and face were red. After he put up his daughter's beautiful legs, he began the final sprint before ejaculation.
After feeling his changes, Zhao Qingyi's moans became even higher. She was scattering her hair and her face was flushed and looked so cute: Dad... Dad... Woo... Ejaculated in her daughter's mouth... Ah...
After hearing this, Lao Zhao quickly pulled his penis out of his wet pussy and inserted it violently into his daughter's mouth. As the scrotum contracted violently, a stream of semen poured into her daughter's mouth, and she began to swallow hungrily.
Ha... Old Zhao looked up at the sky and looked at the ceiling, feeling his spiritual sense dazed, and semen squirted out, as if he had taken away a lot of his energy.
After the ejaculation, Zhao Qingyi's eyes became even more blurred and ecstatic. She knelt on the ground, licking the remaining semen on the glans passionately, and her obsessive appearance looked very much like Murong Yu.
When the glans left Zhao Qingyi's lips, she actually knelt on the ground and crawled towards Lao Zhao, then raised her head in a daze, opened her mouth and looked full of desire: I want semen, I want...
Lao Zhao looked at his daughter's strange behavior and was a little worried. He asked tentatively: Do you know who I am?
Who are you?Who are you……
Zhao Qingyi was stunned and said uncertainly after passing: Dad, Dad...
Yes, daughter Ah, I am your father, don’t forget Ah!Old Zhao was scared and hugged her tightly, fearing that his daughter would forget her identity.
After Zhao Qingyi's desire gradually faded, his spiritual consciousness returned to his senses: Dad, how could I forget you? Don't worry.
OK, that's good.Old Zhao lay tiredly on the bed, his body naked and he didn't want to move.
After Zhao Qingyi put on his pajamas, he kissed him on the cheek: Then I'll go back to the room first, good night dad~
Good night.
When she opened the door, she stopped and her tone was a little panicked: Sister Ouyang... are you not asleep yet?
Old Zhao looked out the door in shock and looked at Ouyang Zhen with four eyes. Then the door was quickly closed by his daughter. He never heard the conversation between the two again.
Did she hear what Ouyang Zhen was doing while standing outside the door? Old Zhao quickly picked up the quilt to cover his body, his head becoming more and more confused.
If Ouyang Zhen really discovered his and Zhao Qingyi’s misfortune, would she make it public directly?If all three sons knew about it, would they drive him away?
Lao Zhao, who was alone in the dark, was panicked at first, and then tried to comfort himself, and his second daughter-in-law should have seen nothing.
He lay on the bed and tossed and turned, finally unable to hold back, and quietly got up, came to the door of his daughter's bedroom, and found that the door was not locked.
Zhao Qingyi sat on the bed in a daze. When she saw Lao Zhao coming in, her expression was a little complicated: Dad...
My daughter, what's wrong? You haven't slept yet?After Old Zhao sat next to him, Zhao Qingyi naturally leaned over.
Dad, I'm sorry.
Old Zhao felt a little sad and said in confusion: What are you saying sorry?What's wrong?
Zhao Qingyi was nervous: Just now... we were in the room, and Sister Ouyang heard it.
What did she say?
She...she said nothing and went back to the room like that.
After getting the answer he wanted, Lao Zhao was silent instead, and half of his face was blocked by the shadow bit by bit.
……
The next morning, the severe pain from the skull woke Lao Zhao up instantly. He was so painful that he could hardly speak. He curled up in a ball, biting his pillowcase tightly, and his face was sweating profusely.
After a while of relief, the severe pain that touched the soul gradually disappeared. Lao Zhao was like a drowning man, staring at his eyes, breathing in fresh air in big mouthfuls, and his collapsed chest was filled again.
He slowly got up and found that he was sweating all over his body, his limbs were cold and stiff, and his blood was not smooth, causing his legs to become numb and he almost couldn't stand up.
Looking at the sick old man in the mirror, his hair was gray and sparse, his eyes were dim and uneven, and his face was uneven, especially the two nasolabial folds revealed, which was shocking, like a beggar who picked up rags.
Old Zhao stared at him for a while, shook his head and smiled.
Gong Wenyin and Zhao Qingyi were having breakfast. After seeing Lao Zhao come out, Gong Wenyin greeted him and went into the kitchen to heat the buns. Zhao Qingyi pushed away the chair and let Lao Zhao sit next to her.
Lao Zhao glanced around: Where is Jing Xin?
Zhao Qingyi bit the bun and replied: The second brother and the others are going to work.
What about Jingcheng?
Gong Wenyin came out with a bun and said softly: Dad, Jingcheng was busy until midnight last night, and he was in the room to take a break.
Lao Zhao nodded, took the bun and chewed it, but didn't make any noise throughout the whole process.
After breakfast, Lao Zhao said he wanted to go out for a walk, and Zhao Qingyi's eyes lit up: OK, I'll accompany you to take a walk downstairs, the old man should bask in more sunshine.
Old Zhao quickly shook his head: Hey, I, an old man, just stroll around casually. Aren’t you going to your mother’s place to get something? Go quickly.
I want to accompany my dad~
Don’t mess around, go and go back quickly, dad has time to accompany you.
Zhao Qingyi said helplessly: OK.
After Lao Zhao left the door, he confirmed that his daughter did not follow him, and then slowly walked into the elevator and pressed the numeric key six.
After leaving the elevator door, he took a look at the door number next to him, 601, which was exactly the number Tang Wu told him in the hospital.
After the doorbell rang, the figure that made him dream of finally appeared.
Hey, isn’t this... Teacher Zhao?
Tang Wu's eyebrows were full of surprise and joy. She quickly stood aside and signaled Lao Zhao to come in: Teacher Zhao, please come in, please come in, it's so great. Why didn't you tell us when you are back? We should visit us first.
Hahaha, Xiaowu Ah, you didn’t expect me to be discharged from the hospital so soon, did you?
Old Zhao smiled and said with a hearty smile: I moved in last night, and the next day I thought about coming to see you.
Teacher Zhao, there is no need to change your shoes, come in and sit in. I call my husband now and ask him to come back. He just went out to work, and the teacher, you came in.
Old Zhao waved his hand quickly: Oh no, no, young people should look like they are struggling. I just sat for a while, it's okay, let him go to work well.
Then...Okay, teacher, please sit down for a while, I'll go make tea.Tang Wu picked up the kettle and walked into the kitchen.
Lao Zhao sat on the sofa and took a leisurely look at Tang Wu's home decoration environment.
In terms of indoor area, Tang Wu's home is far smaller than Zhao Jingcheng's home, and the decoration style is also more simple and elegant. The ceiling design without a master lamp and the walls are warm and white, giving people a faint sense of warmth in the home.
Tang Wu came back with a kettle, showed a subtle smile at him, and sat on the single chair.
Lao Zhao looked at Tang Wu who was making tea. She put on light makeup today, her face and skin were fair and moist, her eyes were bright and eyebrows, and her manners were elegant and dignified. By tying up her hair, she could reveal her swan-like jade neck.
She wore a beige home sweater with a soft color, and a light-colored belt was tied around her waist, making the willow waist neat and light, and a long velvet skirt with apricot under her body. The satin surface of the skirt was shimmering like the bright moon on the Milky Way, and her temperament was gentle and soft, as if it was spotless.
Teacher Zhao, please have tea.
Tang Wu handed the teacup to Lao Zhao, and did not forget to remind him to be careful of the hot cup.
Thank you Xiaowu, I haven’t drunk tea seriously for a long time.
After Lao Zhao picked up the teacup and blew a few sips, he quickly finished drinking it. He still didn't forget to talk about his previous experience: In the past, I filled a large pot of water, and put a few pieces of tea in it and could drink it all day. Of course, the taste was very light, so I could just drink it. If the tea leaves were too good, the group of melons would sneak away.
When Lao Zhao recalled his teaching career, he realized that Tang Wu had already heard it. His eyes were on a laptop on the coffee table, with a few books next to it. He asked curiously: Xiaowu Ah, don’t you need to attend classes today?
Attend class……
Tang Wu's eyes dimmed in an instant, and she lowered her head: Teacher, I have resigned for a while and now I am learning accounting by myself and preparing to find other jobs.
Old Zhao was stunned: Oh, what's going on?
Tang Wu sighed lightly and began to tell the story of the causes and consequences.
It turned out that a teacher in the school coveted her beauty and repeatedly hinted that Tang Wu and Lu Di wanted to divorce, while doing various small moves behind her back.
This happened to be discovered by her husband's younger brother Lu Ming. Lu Ming is the leader of the society and has a bad temper. He directly led a group of social hooligans to make a big fuss in the school and tied up the director to beat him.
In the end, the director of the teaching director bleed too much and died after ineffective rescue. Lu Ming was also arrested by the police. Because the evidence of the crime was conclusive, the sentence was announced at a date.
After this incident, Tang Wu was no longer in the mood to continue to teach at school. During this period, they were communicating with lawyers, spending a lot of energy and becoming exhausted.
At the end of the story, Lao Zhao burst into tears when he saw her sadness, took out a few tissues and handed them over.Tang Wu said thank you and lowered her head to wipe the pear blossoms' delicate face with rain.
After the brief touch just now, Lao Zhao felt her fingers chill and frowned and said: Xiaowu Ah, why are your hands so cold?
Tang Wu forced a smile and said: My hands and feet have been cold since I was a child. The doctor said that I was cold and weak.
In the flash of lightning, Old Zhao immediately thought of something. He slowly stood up and said with a smile: Xiao Wu Ah, I brought some honey from my hometown. Yes, honey, it is very gentle and can cure your body cold and weak body. The rheumatism of the elderly in the village is conditioned by these honeys. I will give it to you.
Ah, thank you teacher, but I'm fine, I'm now...
If you wait for me for a while, I will put it... and put it at home. I will pack it and take it for you. It is not worth it, just treat it as a gift from the teacher.
But……
Lao Zhao stopped Tang Wu's repeated refusal and walked out of the door with weak steps.Seeing Tang Wu standing outside the elevator, Lao Zhao nodded happily and pressed the number key to nine.
After the elevator arrived at the ninth floor, he pressed back to the first floor.
After leaving the elevator and then out of the community gate, he wandered around the streets, walking very slowly, like an old man who could be blown down by the wind at any time.
Soon, he found a grocery store and walked in and asked directly: Boss, do you have any honey sold?
The shop owner is a honest man. He frowned and looked at Lao Zhao, and Ning pointed: Yes, how much do you want?
Seeing this, Old Zhao hurriedly retreated to the door and said carefully: Come on one kilogram.
good.
The boss took a bottle of unlabeled honey from the shelves and handed it to Lao Zhao: Homemade, one kilogram, 100 yuan.
So expensive?
Old Zhao shook his head, looked at the color of the honey in the bottle, and then took out a brand new 100 yuan from his arms.He thought about it and asked the boss for a few small empty bottles.
After leaving the grocery store, he unscrewed the cap of the honey, poured it into his hand and tried to taste it a little bit, frowned: It's far worse than what he was from his hometown, at least it's still a real thing.
The journey home was not far, but he walked a little quickly and couldn't wait to return to the community and walked into the elevator. The number key he pressed was eight.
After leaving the elevator, Lao Zhao looked at the unfamiliar door frame and the 802 next to him, and realized that he had walked on the wrong floor and said to himself: You are so confused.
When I turned around, the elevator door was closed and down.
Lao Zhao glanced at the fire door passage, thinking that it was only a small floor, so he pushed open the door, held the big bag in one hand, and held the wall in the other, and walked slowly up the fire stairs.
Just a staircase made him pant, maybe it was because the air was not circulating.
He stood in the fire passage on the ninth floor and was about to push open the fire door, but he saw his eldest son Zhao Jingcheng walking out of his home.
After Zhao Jingcheng pressed the elevator button, he turned his head and continued to say to Gong Wenyin: I thought this was not a solution. I had to find a place to settle him as soon as possible. Really, the smell of rottenness at home is so disgusting. Jingxin didn't come back last night. He slept directly in the company. Jingren simply didn't come back at school. Wenyin, you don't understand.
Gong Wenyin stood at the door and sighed: Then why don’t I ask my friend if there are any free rented houses nearby, but... if our dad lives alone, who can take care of him?He is in a deteriorating condition now.
Zhao Jingcheng shook his head: Hi, or just send it back to the hospital. There are also nursing staff to take care of him. If you ask Jingxin to take care of him, Jingxin may really strangle him to death on the spot.
Gong Wenyin frowned and said: You three brothers are really...
Wen Yin, can't you stand it either? I just said that the washing machines are dirty. Ouyang Zhen also sent me a message saying that she will move out in a few days, and she will definitely not be able to stand our dad, and she thinks the family is disgusting.
Seeing Gong Wenyin silent, Zhao Jingcheng continued: Wife, you don’t understand some things. I don’t want to argue with you anymore. I will make an appointment for a hospital bed later to see how much the cheapest bed costs, and then I will pick him up.
Gong Wenyin was helpless: OK, that’s all.
After the two looked at each other, Zhao Jingcheng said helplessly: There are still a few months left, and he hasn't breathed a lot. I'll bear it. Every year from now on, the three of us brothers will go to the graves to burn incense, which is also considered to be filial.
The eldest son's words were like a cold knife in winter. He cut off Old Zhao's heart veins with one knife. He leaned against the wall, his finger bones trembled slightly.
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