Yang Ke x Qiao Manqing
Today is Friday
After returning from buying vegetables from the supermarket, Qiao Manqing stood in front of the door and took out the keys. The big bag in her hand was a bit in trouble, so she put it down.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and with a click, the sound of footsteps came from behind.
She subconsciously turned around and saw the child next door walking up with his schoolbag on his back.
Named Yang Ke
Xiao Ke, is it summer vacation? She asked casually, following the boy to the opposite side, the last time I saw it was spring, I haven't seen him for a few months, and I have grown taller again
Adolescent boys are indeed running fast, and they are a big boy when they stand there.
No, summer vacation will be on next week. The male attitude is mediocre. I don’t know why I have been not looking at Qiao Manqing in a direct way. I turned around and opened my door with my eyebrows down.
Although the two families are neighbors, they don’t have much contact. Qiao Qingman has only been married to her husband Li Xie for a year, and the couple has only been moved here for less than a year.
I only know that he is a 17-year-old, and he is studying very well
But he talked very little, and he looked a little introverted. He looked like he didn't want to pay attention to him. Qiao Qingman didn't want to say much, so he smiled and went into the house.
The house is quiet and empty
Qiao Qingman frowned and called Li Xie. The opposite side showed a busy voice. After beating for a while, she hung up the phone and stuffed things into the refrigerator alone.
She is obviously a married woman, but she lives like a single person, probably only her
Li Xie is engaged in real estate sales. He is busy during festivals and has no feet on the ground. There are hundreds of strange women on his phone. When he calls their sister, he is even more close to her wife, but she can't even care about anything.
Qiao Manqing is a teacher. She has been graduating from undergraduate studies for two years and works as an English teacher in a nearby junior high school. Her salary is average. Fortunately, her job is stable and she is considered to be free.
She went to the balcony to collect her clothes, and saw herself from the floor-to-ceiling mirror placed on the balcony.
I'm a little haggard and haven't cleaned up for a long time. When I went out to buy groceries, I just wore a loose skirt.
She is not very beautiful, at most she can be considered pretty and gentle, but her figure should be pretty good. Li Xie loves her body very much. When she does it, she always praises her for being soft, with big breasts and thin waists.
I haven't done it for two months, and the two are always together. Li Xie is very committed to doing business and goes out all day long.
She also accepted her fate and knew that every family had difficult scriptures to recite. Li Xie was a decent man as a whole. If she married him as a wife, she would not blame him for these trivial matters.
As usual at night, I cooked and ate alone. Li Xie called back and said that he would not go home if there was a social engagement in the evening.
Qiao Manqing looked at the dishes on the table and angrily deleted the one in the memo on her mobile phone.
While washing dishes, I heard the man's curse next door, intermittently mixed with the sharp cry of a woman. Qiao Manqing's heart trembled slightly, and he unconsciously remembered the child he met at the door of his house in the afternoon.
Yang Ke's father is a drunkard, and he will cause trouble at home when he drinks too much.
Half a year ago, she and Li Xie were woken up in the middle of the night and knocked the door open and tied up, which prevented a tragedy. When they entered, Yang Ke was already beaten to the head with blood. His father was holding a chair in his hand and smashing it around. His mother knelt on the side and cried.
Li Xie said that if you go in a while later, maybe the man would beat his own son to death. The child was beaten like that, and he didn't even say a word. He was able to bear it.
The man is arrogant and dares to make trouble at home. When he saw his neighbors coming to the door, he didn't know whether he was afraid of family ugliness or that Qiao Manqing and his wife called the police. He angrily stopped making trouble and promised that he would never hit the child or the woman in the future.
Qiao Manqing thought that it was someone else's family matter after all, so she didn't call the police in the end
As a result, in just a few months, what he said confidently seemed to fart
Qiao Manqing remembered that he had pulled Yang Ke out of his home and took him to a pharmacy near the community to bandage him. He kept lowering his head, dark red blood flowed from his forehead to his chin, and the clerk disinfected him with alcohol without complaining.
She asked him: Do you recognize me? I am the neighbor next door to your house. Do you call me Sister Manqing?
That was the first thing she said to Yang Ke
This is also the same sentence. Yang Ke, who was wearing gauze on his head, finally looked up. Only then did she see clearly the helplessness and scarlet redness in the boy's eyes.
My name is Yang Ke He said this, looking down at her comfortingly holding his hand
Later, he got close to her for a while. The child would greet her when he saw her, and occasionally he would smile when he was in a good mood. However, he didn't know when he started to talk much when he met her again.
The quarrel stopped for more than ten minutes, and it seemed that it was not dead. Qiao Manqing sighed and stood up to take a shower.
It was already 7:30 after coming out of the bathroom. The last trace of sunset faded and night fell.
The evening breeze in midsummer was dull, and the lights of the high-rise buildings in the city center were on in the distance. Some people walked downstairs in pairs of slippers.
She went to the balcony, and Yang Ke was standing next to the balcony. The thin boy raised his hand and held the railing. His thick black hair fluttered fluttered by the night wind.
He didn't know what he was looking at, but he turned his face when he heard the movement.
She wore a very thin T-shirt with her hem covering her thighs. When she stood on tiptoe to reach the clothes she drank on the balcony, the underwear under her faintly exposed.
Yang Ke blushed when he saw the pink little bit and glanced at him again
Qiao Manqing hugged her clothes and saw Yang Ke's two balconies next to her, with a distance of less than one meter.
She was about to call him and ask how it was at home, but the other party turned his head and opened the balcony sliding door and went into the house.
She had to give up, thinking that she would just meddle in other people's affairs
But after she finished the housework, someone rang the doorbell before going to bed.
When I opened it, it was Yang Ke's mother, who was standing outside with him.
The woman was still wearing a palm print on her face, and she looked at Qiao Manqing with a little dodging.
When she saw it, she understood in her heart: Yang Ke's father took action again
This time I didn't hit the child, I hit my wife
Qiao Manqing quickly turned to the side so that they could go in
What's wrong? Come in first, let's talk about it later
Yang Ke followed his mother into the house. When he passed by Qiao Manqing, his eyes fell on Qiao Manqing's T-shirt. To be precise, the T-shirt was on the front chest, and the fabric was thin. In addition, her breasts were full, from his height, you could slightly see the vague gullies in the middle.
Qiao Manqing poured tea for the mother and son, and Yang Ke's mother said intermittently, and couldn't help crying twice in the middle. However, Yang Ke next to him had no reaction, as if he was a cold stone.
After much repetition, Qiao Manqing finally understood what the woman meant: she wanted to divorce her husband, but she has not been at home recently, and she has to go back to her mother's house.
After the divorce cooling-off period passed, I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with the man to complete the procedures.
I figured it out. I have lived enough of this life. Xiao Ke means that he will follow me. Whoever the court awards him will be with him. He has suffered at home for so many years. He was beaten by his father several times... As he was talking, the woman started crying again: ...And the child's grades have dropped significantly recently, especially in English. He has been unable to reach the score line of the first-class. I think Manqing, you are not an English teacher, can you help Xiao Ke make up for the lessons? I have some savings in my hand, so I will pay you one-on-one tutoring money at the market price...
Qiao Manqing's heart was thrilled, as if she understood why a woman didn't go to a regular high school teacher to teach Yang Ke, but came to her to go back to her parents' home. Qiao Manqing lives close to her, so she wanted Qiao Manqing to take care of him more or less while giving her son a lesson.
In fact, it is understandable. Qiao Manqing often stays at home alone, saying that he is taking care of him. Where can he be troubled with such a big child? If you can add a pair of chopsticks and open your mouth to eat.
She thought about it and agreed
As soon as he looked up, he saw Yang Ke's child in a daze, looking at the balcony next to the living room. Qiao Manqing followed his sight and saw only the bed sheets hanging on the railings and the lazy sofa.
But at this angle, she suddenly realized that Yang Ke was actually very good-looking: her facial features are elegant, her jawline is clean and beautiful, with the cold and hard that adolescent boy had just grown up, and her hands were unconsciously placed beside her, as slender as bamboo joints. She has been obsessed with idol dramas recently, so she has developed a habit of looking at men, not only her face but also her hands.
Because I heard that men have strong hair that means strong sexual desire. If their fingers are slender, they will also grow there.
Qiao Manqing's eyelids shook, and suddenly realized that she was thinking about those things in a mess. Yang Ke is six years younger than her and is only in her second year of high school. This is so guilty.
After Qiao Manqing nodded, Yang Ke followed his mother home, went to the room and sat on the bed, thinking about the small sofa on the balcony next to him just now.
In fact, what he should have thought about was how he lived in the future, or could he think about his father's evil deeds of domestic violence and theirs. In short, he should not think about a neighbor woman who had nothing to do with him, and a furniture in her home.
She's married
She and her husband have had sex on the balcony
The bed sheets were placed on the railings to cover up the eyes and ears, and the two of them were lying on the lazy sofa on the balcony, one after another, on a rainy night with thunder rising
The couple thought that the thunderstorm was loud enough, the light was dim enough, and there were bed sheets blocking, so no one could see it. But it was just that coincidence that he was locked on the balcony by his father. He lay on the bay window, and was blocked by the uncollected bed sheets at home. After listening to the whole show, the whole life was in the palace.
The culprit of his frequent sleepiness comes from the balcony and sofa. So when he went next door today, his eyes couldn't help but look there.
He was recalling that he was shamelessly hard and fortunately he was blocked by the table, and neither his mother nor her noticed it
Yang Ke looked at her secretly from the corner of his eyes. In fact, his peeking started with the non-subjective desire and had lasted for several months. This made him feel ashamed. He didn't dare to look directly at the other party and dared not speak when he met, for fear that his desire-like eyes would be discovered by her.
A young woman in her twenties has soft and long hair. She is loosely clamped with a simple hairpin. She has long been emitting a warm fragrance that belongs to women.
The chest is the chest, the butt is the butt, the whole body is the one that the girls in the school do not have, the gentle charm of mature women
Like ripe apricots, radiating with rosy and seductive light. With a light poke, it will be soft and dripping.
A fire suddenly surged in Yang Ke's lower abdomen, causing his legs to swell and hurt.
Today is Friday
After returning from buying vegetables from the supermarket, Qiao Manqing stood in front of the door and took out the keys. The big bag in her hand was a bit in trouble, so she put it down.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and with a click, the sound of footsteps came from behind.
She subconsciously turned around and saw the child next door walking up with his schoolbag on his back.
Named Yang Ke
Xiao Ke, is it summer vacation? She asked casually, following the boy to the opposite side, the last time I saw it was spring, I haven't seen him for a few months, and I have grown taller again
Adolescent boys are indeed running fast, and they are a big boy when they stand there.
No, summer vacation will be on next week. The male attitude is mediocre. I don’t know why I have been not looking at Qiao Manqing in a direct way. I turned around and opened my door with my eyebrows down.
Although the two families are neighbors, they don’t have much contact. Qiao Qingman has only been married to her husband Li Xie for a year, and the couple has only been moved here for less than a year.
I only know that he is a 17-year-old, and he is studying very well
But he talked very little, and he looked a little introverted. He looked like he didn't want to pay attention to him. Qiao Qingman didn't want to say much, so he smiled and went into the house.
The house is quiet and empty
Qiao Qingman frowned and called Li Xie. The opposite side showed a busy voice. After beating for a while, she hung up the phone and stuffed things into the refrigerator alone.
She is obviously a married woman, but she lives like a single person, probably only her
Li Xie is engaged in real estate sales. He is busy during festivals and has no feet on the ground. There are hundreds of strange women on his phone. When he calls their sister, he is even more close to her wife, but she can't even care about anything.
Qiao Manqing is a teacher. She has been graduating from undergraduate studies for two years and works as an English teacher in a nearby junior high school. Her salary is average. Fortunately, her job is stable and she is considered to be free.
She went to the balcony to collect her clothes, and saw herself from the floor-to-ceiling mirror placed on the balcony.
I'm a little haggard and haven't cleaned up for a long time. When I went out to buy groceries, I just wore a loose skirt.
She is not very beautiful, at most she can be considered pretty and gentle, but her figure should be pretty good. Li Xie loves her body very much. When she does it, she always praises her for being soft, with big breasts and thin waists.
I haven't done it for two months, and the two are always together. Li Xie is very committed to doing business and goes out all day long.
She also accepted her fate and knew that every family had difficult scriptures to recite. Li Xie was a decent man as a whole. If she married him as a wife, she would not blame him for these trivial matters.
As usual at night, I cooked and ate alone. Li Xie called back and said that he would not go home if there was a social engagement in the evening.
Qiao Manqing looked at the dishes on the table and angrily deleted the one in the memo on her mobile phone.
While washing dishes, I heard the man's curse next door, intermittently mixed with the sharp cry of a woman. Qiao Manqing's heart trembled slightly, and he unconsciously remembered the child he met at the door of his house in the afternoon.
Yang Ke's father is a drunkard, and he will cause trouble at home when he drinks too much.
Half a year ago, she and Li Xie were woken up in the middle of the night and knocked the door open and tied up, which prevented a tragedy. When they entered, Yang Ke was already beaten to the head with blood. His father was holding a chair in his hand and smashing it around. His mother knelt on the side and cried.
Li Xie said that if you go in a while later, maybe the man would beat his own son to death. The child was beaten like that, and he didn't even say a word. He was able to bear it.
The man is arrogant and dares to make trouble at home. When he saw his neighbors coming to the door, he didn't know whether he was afraid of family ugliness or that Qiao Manqing and his wife called the police. He angrily stopped making trouble and promised that he would never hit the child or the woman in the future.
Qiao Manqing thought that it was someone else's family matter after all, so she didn't call the police in the end
As a result, in just a few months, what he said confidently seemed to fart
Qiao Manqing remembered that he had pulled Yang Ke out of his home and took him to a pharmacy near the community to bandage him. He kept lowering his head, dark red blood flowed from his forehead to his chin, and the clerk disinfected him with alcohol without complaining.
She asked him: Do you recognize me? I am the neighbor next door to your house. Do you call me Sister Manqing?
That was the first thing she said to Yang Ke
This is also the same sentence. Yang Ke, who was wearing gauze on his head, finally looked up. Only then did she see clearly the helplessness and scarlet redness in the boy's eyes.
My name is Yang Ke He said this, looking down at her comfortingly holding his hand
Later, he got close to her for a while. The child would greet her when he saw her, and occasionally he would smile when he was in a good mood. However, he didn't know when he started to talk much when he met her again.
The quarrel stopped for more than ten minutes, and it seemed that it was not dead. Qiao Manqing sighed and stood up to take a shower.
It was already 7:30 after coming out of the bathroom. The last trace of sunset faded and night fell.
The evening breeze in midsummer was dull, and the lights of the high-rise buildings in the city center were on in the distance. Some people walked downstairs in pairs of slippers.
She went to the balcony, and Yang Ke was standing next to the balcony. The thin boy raised his hand and held the railing. His thick black hair fluttered fluttered by the night wind.
He didn't know what he was looking at, but he turned his face when he heard the movement.
She wore a very thin T-shirt with her hem covering her thighs. When she stood on tiptoe to reach the clothes she drank on the balcony, the underwear under her faintly exposed.
Yang Ke blushed when he saw the pink little bit and glanced at him again
Qiao Manqing hugged her clothes and saw Yang Ke's two balconies next to her, with a distance of less than one meter.
She was about to call him and ask how it was at home, but the other party turned his head and opened the balcony sliding door and went into the house.
She had to give up, thinking that she would just meddle in other people's affairs
But after she finished the housework, someone rang the doorbell before going to bed.
When I opened it, it was Yang Ke's mother, who was standing outside with him.
The woman was still wearing a palm print on her face, and she looked at Qiao Manqing with a little dodging.
When she saw it, she understood in her heart: Yang Ke's father took action again
This time I didn't hit the child, I hit my wife
Qiao Manqing quickly turned to the side so that they could go in
What's wrong? Come in first, let's talk about it later
Yang Ke followed his mother into the house. When he passed by Qiao Manqing, his eyes fell on Qiao Manqing's T-shirt. To be precise, the T-shirt was on the front chest, and the fabric was thin. In addition, her breasts were full, from his height, you could slightly see the vague gullies in the middle.
Qiao Manqing poured tea for the mother and son, and Yang Ke's mother said intermittently, and couldn't help crying twice in the middle. However, Yang Ke next to him had no reaction, as if he was a cold stone.
After much repetition, Qiao Manqing finally understood what the woman meant: she wanted to divorce her husband, but she has not been at home recently, and she has to go back to her mother's house.
After the divorce cooling-off period passed, I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with the man to complete the procedures.
I figured it out. I have lived enough of this life. Xiao Ke means that he will follow me. Whoever the court awards him will be with him. He has suffered at home for so many years. He was beaten by his father several times... As he was talking, the woman started crying again: ...And the child's grades have dropped significantly recently, especially in English. He has been unable to reach the score line of the first-class. I think Manqing, you are not an English teacher, can you help Xiao Ke make up for the lessons? I have some savings in my hand, so I will pay you one-on-one tutoring money at the market price...
Qiao Manqing's heart was thrilled, as if she understood why a woman didn't go to a regular high school teacher to teach Yang Ke, but came to her to go back to her parents' home. Qiao Manqing lives close to her, so she wanted Qiao Manqing to take care of him more or less while giving her son a lesson.
In fact, it is understandable. Qiao Manqing often stays at home alone, saying that he is taking care of him. Where can he be troubled with such a big child? If you can add a pair of chopsticks and open your mouth to eat.
She thought about it and agreed
As soon as he looked up, he saw Yang Ke's child in a daze, looking at the balcony next to the living room. Qiao Manqing followed his sight and saw only the bed sheets hanging on the railings and the lazy sofa.
But at this angle, she suddenly realized that Yang Ke was actually very good-looking: her facial features are elegant, her jawline is clean and beautiful, with the cold and hard that adolescent boy had just grown up, and her hands were unconsciously placed beside her, as slender as bamboo joints. She has been obsessed with idol dramas recently, so she has developed a habit of looking at men, not only her face but also her hands.
Because I heard that men have strong hair that means strong sexual desire. If their fingers are slender, they will also grow there.
Qiao Manqing's eyelids shook, and suddenly realized that she was thinking about those things in a mess. Yang Ke is six years younger than her and is only in her second year of high school. This is so guilty.
After Qiao Manqing nodded, Yang Ke followed his mother home, went to the room and sat on the bed, thinking about the small sofa on the balcony next to him just now.
In fact, what he should have thought about was how he lived in the future, or could he think about his father's evil deeds of domestic violence and theirs. In short, he should not think about a neighbor woman who had nothing to do with him, and a furniture in her home.
She's married
She and her husband have had sex on the balcony
The bed sheets were placed on the railings to cover up the eyes and ears, and the two of them were lying on the lazy sofa on the balcony, one after another, on a rainy night with thunder rising
The couple thought that the thunderstorm was loud enough, the light was dim enough, and there were bed sheets blocking, so no one could see it. But it was just that coincidence that he was locked on the balcony by his father. He lay on the bay window, and was blocked by the uncollected bed sheets at home. After listening to the whole show, the whole life was in the palace.
The culprit of his frequent sleepiness comes from the balcony and sofa. So when he went next door today, his eyes couldn't help but look there.
He was recalling that he was shamelessly hard and fortunately he was blocked by the table, and neither his mother nor her noticed it
Yang Ke looked at her secretly from the corner of his eyes. In fact, his peeking started with the non-subjective desire and had lasted for several months. This made him feel ashamed. He didn't dare to look directly at the other party and dared not speak when he met, for fear that his desire-like eyes would be discovered by her.
A young woman in her twenties has soft and long hair. She is loosely clamped with a simple hairpin. She has long been emitting a warm fragrance that belongs to women.
The chest is the chest, the butt is the butt, the whole body is the one that the girls in the school do not have, the gentle charm of mature women
Like ripe apricots, radiating with rosy and seductive light. With a light poke, it will be soft and dripping.
A fire suddenly surged in Yang Ke's lower abdomen, causing his legs to swell and hurt.
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