When Lanshan Villa was developed, Yan Jing'an and someone worked together to create a project. Even the name was written by Li Qinglan.
Now in this two-story villa, the couple lives downstairs, while Yan Jing'an and his wife live on the second floor
The afternoon passed quickly, Yan Suifeng and his wife cleaned up the room all afternoon. After Xiang Yan arranged the last small ornaments in the suitcase, they would take their husband out for a walk.
As soon as he left the bedroom, Yan Suifeng saw Li Qinglan lying on the sofa in the living room, as if he was watching TV, but his eyes were aiming at the direction of his door.
Well... packed up? Is there anything missing? I'll send it here
Li Qinglan stretched lazily, and her beautiful legs as white as cream slowly dropped off the sofa. The nightgown was moved to the base of her thighs. Yan Suifeng couldn't help but mutter in his heart that it was indeed coquettish, and a hint of heat in his heart.
Aunt Lan, no, we don't need anything
Xiang Yan sweetly replied to Li Qinglan's concern
This aunt was also the title she discussed with Li Qinglan. After all, the two were a teenager apart, so she really couldn't even shout her sister Xiang Yan even if she really called her.
Maybe it's because women don't think there is anything abrupt when they see women. Besides, this is also the one who is at home. Xiang Yan was not considered to be inappropriate in Li Qinglan.
But just as Xiang Yan turned around and closed the bedroom door, Li Qinglan leaned over to get the remote control on the coffee table. The loose nightgown collar under the snow-white goose neck hung naturally, and the black bra and snow-white breasts were exposed to Yan Suifeng's vision. Mèi's bone-like movement made him unable to help but raise his head vaguely.
Ayan, let's go
Yan Suifeng held Xiang Yan's little hand a little embarrassedly, wanting to quickly pass through the living room
Where are you going?
A sound of Honghou came from the stairs next to the living room
Go outside
Dad, let's take a look nearby and get to know the environment
Compared to Yan Suifeng's perfunctory reply, Xiang Yan was much more polite.
Then go to the door to register your car and register your information. If you go, please report my phone number.
After Yan Jing'an finished speaking, he walked upstairs. Yan Suifeng couldn't tell whether his sudden appearance was a coincidence or intention.
Oh, why don't I go with you? Li Qinglan seemed to have regained her previous enthusiasm and asked the couple affectionately
At this time, Yan Jingan had disappeared on the stairs. Yan Suifeng naturally would not buy Li Qinglan's account, dragged Xiang Yan and walked towards the door.
Until the two of them were walking on the shaded path, Xiang Yan couldn't help but ask Yan Suifeng
Husband, why do I feel that you have a prejudice against Aunt Lan? And what conflicts do you have with my father-in-law? Can you tell me?
... Yan Suifeng didn't know how to answer his wife's question, because he didn't want to answer it
This may also be human nature. Just like some children's father is a criminal and is serving a prison sentence, the child will definitely not want to mention his father to others.
Yan Suifeng is in this heart now. Although his father Yan Jingan is looked down upon by him in his eyes, he is also his father, a close relative who is thicker than water.
If he took out the unbearable past and put it on the table and said it, he would still be somewhat resistant in his heart
There is no prejudice, but don’t you think she married my dad for money? Yan Suifeng thought about it and returned the problem to Xiang Yan.
Why do you think that way? Xiang Yan's face is shady and shady
Isn't it? She is so young, she is only 40 years old this year
Then do you think I married you because of money?
Yan Suifeng heard Xiang Yan say this and noticed that her face was a little unfavorable.
He patted his forehead and quickly coaxed: I'm talking about her, why did you touch yourself... I've never thought of you like that. Speaking of which, I took a lot of advantage. Without grandma, my previous company wouldn't be able to start!
Hearing Yan Suifeng say this, Xiang Yan angrily nodded and glanced at him. Humph, fortunately you didn't forget
But you said that if Aunt Lan was for money, why did she remember to have a baby now? Isn’t it okay to have a baby early? The two of them don’t have a baby and have been together for so many years. I think it’s not because of money that I married your father... Yan Suifeng couldn’t help but hilarious, have a baby?
I don't know if I don't want to be born or can't be born
Walking on the verdant tree-shaded path, some memories of the little things I remember when I was a child couldn't help but come to my mind. I still remember that at that time, only my mother Yuan Xue was accompanying me every day. Yan Jing'an either went home late at night or simply refused to come back. Even if he came back, he was full of alcohol and smelled too much.
At first, Yuan Xue would have an argument with him, but just a few quarrels, Yan Jing'an got into the guest room and threw the door loudly.
Gradually, Yuan Xue stopped quarreling, and people began to become taciturn day by day. If Yan Suifeng had been bigger at that time, he might have known that his mother might have suffered from depression, and he would not have looked at her cold body lying peacefully on the bed.
I still remember that night, Yan Suifeng was playing with a handheld game console in the bedroom, and his mother seemed to be making a phone call in the living room.
The phone was on hands-free at the beginning, but a word came from it. Are you annoying? Now it's too late and you can't let people sleep?
The sound was so loud that he could hear it clearly through a door
Then there was no sound of speaking, but there was more mother's constant sob and sob
That night, my mother sneaked into Suifeng's room and hugged him in the bed for a long time. She might have thought Suifeng had already slept to death, but in fact he knew it
After that night, Yan Suifeng could no longer see the familiar breakfast on the dining table in the morning, but he found his mother lying in the bedroom, relaxed and peacefully on the bed. At that time, he already knew what death was. When he couldn't wake up his mother, his trembling little hand reached under his nose and found that there was no breath at all. Only then did he realize that the hug that night was the last hug his mother gave him. His mother gave him
He was sobbing that when he called his grandmother, he heard a collision sound from over there...
At the funeral, he saw his mother with his own eyes, and both of his grandmother's coffins were carried into the cemetery. At that time, cremation was not popular yet. He was wearing a small mourning clothes and guarding the coffin for five days...
Later, in the textbook of his schoolbag, he found a letter left to him by Yuan Xue. The whole letter was apologized to him. Although she did not mention her own pain, as she grew older, the meaning of Yan Suifeng became clearer.
Then, he saw his father bringing a girl home. Yes, at that time, Li Qinglan was only eighteen years old, a girl with a sister-like appearance.
But the two lived in their mother's bedroom
Then Yan Suifeng began to skip classes and ran away from home...
Until my aunt Yan Jinglin took him to Jinling and finished elementary school there
Later, Yan Jinglin was busy with work and had no time to take care of him, so he chose to go back to Gusui to go to middle school and began his boarding career...
Seeing that her husband seemed to be trapped in memories, Xiang Yan quietly did not continue to speak, and let him hold his little hand and walk aimlessly. It was not until the two of them arrived at the entrance of the community that Yan Suifeng came back to his senses.
Yan Suifeng seemed to be a little tired that night, and slept a little early, but Xiang Yan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I don't know if it was because of the unfamiliar environment or why, but in short, I was not sleepy at all.
The sound insulation of the villa room is very good. After the bedroom is closed, there is no sound to be heard. At night, it is quiet, except for the whistling air outlet of the air conditioner above your head, there is no sound to be heard. It seems that the windows are also sound insulation, and even the chirping of crickets outside cannot be heard.
It's July now. Although the air conditioner is cool, it is inevitable that it's a little dry. When Xiang Yan touched the water cup at the head of the bed, she found that it was empty inside, so she had to get up and go to the living room outside the bedroom to get some water to drink.
When she came to the living room, she held her cell phone and shone it. Xiang Yan saw the water dispenser that had taken the water during the day and walked over. However, before she could pick up the water, she heard a slight low moan and panting sound from some direction of the living room. When she pricked her ears, she even heard the sound of the slap caused by the body colliding together...
Xiang Yan is no longer a little girl, so she naturally understands such a voice, but she can't help but feel confused. She was so quiet in her bedroom just now, but why did she hear such a shameful voice in the living room?
Xiang Yan, who was originally planning to receive water, was a little embarrassed, afraid that the father-in-law and Aunt Lan would feel embarrassed when they heard the sound, and they would be in a hurry to retreat.
But standing there, the faint sound was like a kitten scratching his heart. She wanted to go back to the bedroom and walked carefully towards the stairs by chance.
When she arrived at the stairs, her voice became much clearer. Xiang Yan could even clearly distinguish the conversation coming from the upper floor. Of course, Li Qinglan's suppressed moans were clearer.
Well... it's comfortable, I feel like you're very hard today...
Stick your butt, huh... it's great
Be gentle, be careful that they hear it with the wind...
No, the sound insulation is so good, even if they go to the living room downstairs to do it, they can't hear it.
Hehe, why do you mention them? You will still jump there...ah, slower... it hurts...
You slut, you have been so much water today, don’t you find it exciting?
Well...exciting...oh...oh...oh...
The clear dialogue made Xiang Yan blush and her ears blush after hearing it.
The body holding the handrail of the stairs couldn't help but tremble slightly, for fear that the upstairs would be heard when they moved. They were standing there and listening foolishly as the moans continued to grow, and the rustling body was touching and rubbing continuously.
Well... Jing'an... hurry up... ah...
Xiaolan, do you have any feelings?
Well... hurry up, I'm coming!...
Li Qinglan responded, as if she could not suppress the pleasure in her body, her moans were a little sharp.
Yan Jingan did not respond, but the sound of the slap was getting faster and faster
Ah! I'm going to shoot you to death...
Ahhhhh!…
It seemed that the two had reached the peak, the sound of physical collisions disappeared, and only heavy breathing sounds remained in the dark...
Now in this two-story villa, the couple lives downstairs, while Yan Jing'an and his wife live on the second floor
The afternoon passed quickly, Yan Suifeng and his wife cleaned up the room all afternoon. After Xiang Yan arranged the last small ornaments in the suitcase, they would take their husband out for a walk.
As soon as he left the bedroom, Yan Suifeng saw Li Qinglan lying on the sofa in the living room, as if he was watching TV, but his eyes were aiming at the direction of his door.
Well... packed up? Is there anything missing? I'll send it here
Li Qinglan stretched lazily, and her beautiful legs as white as cream slowly dropped off the sofa. The nightgown was moved to the base of her thighs. Yan Suifeng couldn't help but mutter in his heart that it was indeed coquettish, and a hint of heat in his heart.
Aunt Lan, no, we don't need anything
Xiang Yan sweetly replied to Li Qinglan's concern
This aunt was also the title she discussed with Li Qinglan. After all, the two were a teenager apart, so she really couldn't even shout her sister Xiang Yan even if she really called her.
Maybe it's because women don't think there is anything abrupt when they see women. Besides, this is also the one who is at home. Xiang Yan was not considered to be inappropriate in Li Qinglan.
But just as Xiang Yan turned around and closed the bedroom door, Li Qinglan leaned over to get the remote control on the coffee table. The loose nightgown collar under the snow-white goose neck hung naturally, and the black bra and snow-white breasts were exposed to Yan Suifeng's vision. Mèi's bone-like movement made him unable to help but raise his head vaguely.
Ayan, let's go
Yan Suifeng held Xiang Yan's little hand a little embarrassedly, wanting to quickly pass through the living room
Where are you going?
A sound of Honghou came from the stairs next to the living room
Go outside
Dad, let's take a look nearby and get to know the environment
Compared to Yan Suifeng's perfunctory reply, Xiang Yan was much more polite.
Then go to the door to register your car and register your information. If you go, please report my phone number.
After Yan Jing'an finished speaking, he walked upstairs. Yan Suifeng couldn't tell whether his sudden appearance was a coincidence or intention.
Oh, why don't I go with you? Li Qinglan seemed to have regained her previous enthusiasm and asked the couple affectionately
At this time, Yan Jingan had disappeared on the stairs. Yan Suifeng naturally would not buy Li Qinglan's account, dragged Xiang Yan and walked towards the door.
Until the two of them were walking on the shaded path, Xiang Yan couldn't help but ask Yan Suifeng
Husband, why do I feel that you have a prejudice against Aunt Lan? And what conflicts do you have with my father-in-law? Can you tell me?
... Yan Suifeng didn't know how to answer his wife's question, because he didn't want to answer it
This may also be human nature. Just like some children's father is a criminal and is serving a prison sentence, the child will definitely not want to mention his father to others.
Yan Suifeng is in this heart now. Although his father Yan Jingan is looked down upon by him in his eyes, he is also his father, a close relative who is thicker than water.
If he took out the unbearable past and put it on the table and said it, he would still be somewhat resistant in his heart
There is no prejudice, but don’t you think she married my dad for money? Yan Suifeng thought about it and returned the problem to Xiang Yan.
Why do you think that way? Xiang Yan's face is shady and shady
Isn't it? She is so young, she is only 40 years old this year
Then do you think I married you because of money?
Yan Suifeng heard Xiang Yan say this and noticed that her face was a little unfavorable.
He patted his forehead and quickly coaxed: I'm talking about her, why did you touch yourself... I've never thought of you like that. Speaking of which, I took a lot of advantage. Without grandma, my previous company wouldn't be able to start!
Hearing Yan Suifeng say this, Xiang Yan angrily nodded and glanced at him. Humph, fortunately you didn't forget
But you said that if Aunt Lan was for money, why did she remember to have a baby now? Isn’t it okay to have a baby early? The two of them don’t have a baby and have been together for so many years. I think it’s not because of money that I married your father... Yan Suifeng couldn’t help but hilarious, have a baby?
I don't know if I don't want to be born or can't be born
Walking on the verdant tree-shaded path, some memories of the little things I remember when I was a child couldn't help but come to my mind. I still remember that at that time, only my mother Yuan Xue was accompanying me every day. Yan Jing'an either went home late at night or simply refused to come back. Even if he came back, he was full of alcohol and smelled too much.
At first, Yuan Xue would have an argument with him, but just a few quarrels, Yan Jing'an got into the guest room and threw the door loudly.
Gradually, Yuan Xue stopped quarreling, and people began to become taciturn day by day. If Yan Suifeng had been bigger at that time, he might have known that his mother might have suffered from depression, and he would not have looked at her cold body lying peacefully on the bed.
I still remember that night, Yan Suifeng was playing with a handheld game console in the bedroom, and his mother seemed to be making a phone call in the living room.
The phone was on hands-free at the beginning, but a word came from it. Are you annoying? Now it's too late and you can't let people sleep?
The sound was so loud that he could hear it clearly through a door
Then there was no sound of speaking, but there was more mother's constant sob and sob
That night, my mother sneaked into Suifeng's room and hugged him in the bed for a long time. She might have thought Suifeng had already slept to death, but in fact he knew it
After that night, Yan Suifeng could no longer see the familiar breakfast on the dining table in the morning, but he found his mother lying in the bedroom, relaxed and peacefully on the bed. At that time, he already knew what death was. When he couldn't wake up his mother, his trembling little hand reached under his nose and found that there was no breath at all. Only then did he realize that the hug that night was the last hug his mother gave him. His mother gave him
He was sobbing that when he called his grandmother, he heard a collision sound from over there...
At the funeral, he saw his mother with his own eyes, and both of his grandmother's coffins were carried into the cemetery. At that time, cremation was not popular yet. He was wearing a small mourning clothes and guarding the coffin for five days...
Later, in the textbook of his schoolbag, he found a letter left to him by Yuan Xue. The whole letter was apologized to him. Although she did not mention her own pain, as she grew older, the meaning of Yan Suifeng became clearer.
Then, he saw his father bringing a girl home. Yes, at that time, Li Qinglan was only eighteen years old, a girl with a sister-like appearance.
But the two lived in their mother's bedroom
Then Yan Suifeng began to skip classes and ran away from home...
Until my aunt Yan Jinglin took him to Jinling and finished elementary school there
Later, Yan Jinglin was busy with work and had no time to take care of him, so he chose to go back to Gusui to go to middle school and began his boarding career...
Seeing that her husband seemed to be trapped in memories, Xiang Yan quietly did not continue to speak, and let him hold his little hand and walk aimlessly. It was not until the two of them arrived at the entrance of the community that Yan Suifeng came back to his senses.
Yan Suifeng seemed to be a little tired that night, and slept a little early, but Xiang Yan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I don't know if it was because of the unfamiliar environment or why, but in short, I was not sleepy at all.
The sound insulation of the villa room is very good. After the bedroom is closed, there is no sound to be heard. At night, it is quiet, except for the whistling air outlet of the air conditioner above your head, there is no sound to be heard. It seems that the windows are also sound insulation, and even the chirping of crickets outside cannot be heard.
It's July now. Although the air conditioner is cool, it is inevitable that it's a little dry. When Xiang Yan touched the water cup at the head of the bed, she found that it was empty inside, so she had to get up and go to the living room outside the bedroom to get some water to drink.
When she came to the living room, she held her cell phone and shone it. Xiang Yan saw the water dispenser that had taken the water during the day and walked over. However, before she could pick up the water, she heard a slight low moan and panting sound from some direction of the living room. When she pricked her ears, she even heard the sound of the slap caused by the body colliding together...
Xiang Yan is no longer a little girl, so she naturally understands such a voice, but she can't help but feel confused. She was so quiet in her bedroom just now, but why did she hear such a shameful voice in the living room?
Xiang Yan, who was originally planning to receive water, was a little embarrassed, afraid that the father-in-law and Aunt Lan would feel embarrassed when they heard the sound, and they would be in a hurry to retreat.
But standing there, the faint sound was like a kitten scratching his heart. She wanted to go back to the bedroom and walked carefully towards the stairs by chance.
When she arrived at the stairs, her voice became much clearer. Xiang Yan could even clearly distinguish the conversation coming from the upper floor. Of course, Li Qinglan's suppressed moans were clearer.
Well... it's comfortable, I feel like you're very hard today...
Stick your butt, huh... it's great
Be gentle, be careful that they hear it with the wind...
No, the sound insulation is so good, even if they go to the living room downstairs to do it, they can't hear it.
Hehe, why do you mention them? You will still jump there...ah, slower... it hurts...
You slut, you have been so much water today, don’t you find it exciting?
Well...exciting...oh...oh...oh...
The clear dialogue made Xiang Yan blush and her ears blush after hearing it.
The body holding the handrail of the stairs couldn't help but tremble slightly, for fear that the upstairs would be heard when they moved. They were standing there and listening foolishly as the moans continued to grow, and the rustling body was touching and rubbing continuously.
Well... Jing'an... hurry up... ah...
Xiaolan, do you have any feelings?
Well... hurry up, I'm coming!...
Li Qinglan responded, as if she could not suppress the pleasure in her body, her moans were a little sharp.
Yan Jingan did not respond, but the sound of the slap was getting faster and faster
Ah! I'm going to shoot you to death...
Ahhhhh!…
It seemed that the two had reached the peak, the sound of physical collisions disappeared, and only heavy breathing sounds remained in the dark...
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