My mother-in-law is in a complicated mood recently.
My son's health has not improved, and my daughter-in-law has to go to a dance hall to make money to support her family because of financial difficulties.
When a few old ladies in the neighbors were lying around, she heard about the news by chance. At the same time, she also heard that the dance hall is now in a mess, and the men and women are hugging each other and do not do serious things.
She was angry, but later she figured it out that her daughter-in-law could leave with her granddaughter, or even leave by herself.
But she would rather slander herself than abandon this already tragic home. What reason would she have to question and blame her?
Taking a step back, even if she takes off her mother-in-law's airs and makes things difficult for her daughter-in-law to leave, the family will be broken up.
The situation is difficult!
So when Li Xiuling cried in her arms, she was full of bitterness and apologized for her daughter-in-law.
On the other hand, she saw the attitude of Brother Zhao towards him and also saw it in her heart.
She understood what he needed, and also understood what she needed, and even more, what was missing from this family that only had the elderly, weak, women and children.
But she didn't dare, she was afraid that she would misunderstand Lao Zhao's meaning and was also afraid that others would talk about right and wrong.
The daughter-in-law's stance is the best. She vaguely felt that Li Xiuling would never interfere in this matter. Of course, this was not at the cost of her ignoring Li Xiuling and going to dance with her.
The daughter-in-law is for the life of the whole family.
Where is yourself?
She met Lao Zhao again in the morning.
The old man was happy, and every day he waited for her in the park as if he had made an appointment, and then the two of them sat on the bench, one side with a vegetable basket in the middle.
The old man asked about his well-being, talked to her about his family, talked about his life experience, unraveled her knots, and occasionally talked about news.
She doesn't know much, and most of the time it's the old man saying it, but every sentence is heartwarming.
Several times she saw the old man raise his hand and want to reach out to her, but hesitated for a long time and then gently put it down.
It’s not easy to be widowed, she understands.
Sometimes at night she could hear her daughter-in-law sneaking into the bathroom, and then some sounds that made her blush.
Dazhuang's body...
It's really hard for Xiuling...
She was also in a dilemma. In the years when Dazhuang's father passed away, it was late at night and she would vent her lingering desires like her daughter-in-law.
I gradually forgot these years, and she thought that her heart was as calm as water.
However, when Dazhuang fell down, his daughter-in-law masturbated at night, which faintly aroused the fire that had been missing in her heart for a long time.
She didn't dare to say anything, she was her mother-in-law after all.
But human desires are the laws of nature. Suppression can only cure the exterior, but cannot eradicate the roots. Instead, it further encourages the power of the fire.
Sometimes she lies on the bed, and closes her eyes and shows Da Zhuang’s father’s face, and sometimes she also belongs to Brother Zhao.
The daughter-in-law in the bathroom moaned quietly. She didn't dare to make a sound. I don't know when she started lying behind the crack in the door and listened. There was even one time when she was so stupid that she put her hand into her crotch, but her daughter-in-law opened the door and woke her up.
She hurriedly closed the door and leaned against the wall, her heart pounding, her hands were wet and sticky.
Lao Zhao was wearing a navy blue jacket with a neat white shirt inside.
The elderly are not as physical as young people. Although it is only early September and the sun is still hot during the day, the temperature in the morning and evening is no longer high.
Seeing her coming, the old man strode to meet her.
The sky was gloomy, but she and his face couldn't hide a warm smile.
As usual, the two of them found a place with few people but never remote locations and sat down on the bench.
The old man helped her choose vegetables while talking to her casually.
The park is full of green willows, filled with the fragrance of unknown flowers.
After a while, a shower of raindrops actually scattered.
The weather forecast is inaccurate, and it was originally said that it would not be available at noon.
The two of them hurried to the only pavilion in the park, but found that it was crowded with people.
Xiang Hong, why don’t you... go to my house to avoid it, it’s raining like a big rain... Old Zhao stammered.
My mother-in-law is Xiang Hong, and her full name is Zhou Xiang Hong.
In the era when she was born, there were all kinds of guards and guards in the founding of the National Day, and they were caught in a lot of them.
She looked at his face that was a little anticipated, felt the size of the raindrops again, and nodded hesitantly.
Lao Zhao's house is indeed not far from the park, but the rain has also become anxious.
The two trotted into the corridor, their clothes were already wet, dripping water along their hair.
After going upstairs, Lao Zhao opened the door and asked Zhou Xianghong to enter the room, turned around to get the towel.
Zhou Xianghong was a little panting and her heart was beating very quickly. She actually followed Lao Zhao home.
Of course, this is definitely not because Lao Zhao gave her three thousand yuan last month.
She likes Lao Zhao, and this man gave her a sense of dependence that she had not had in a long time.
Old Zhao came back with a towel, and he was a little panting, his heartbeat was quite fast, Zhou Xianghong's clothes were wet with the rain, and some parts were pressing against her body, revealing the outline of the bra.
Wipe it... It's easy to catch a cold... He handed her the towel, Zhou Xianghong took it, said thank you, tilted her head and began to wipe the water from her hair. Lao Zhao's heart beat faster. Zhou Xianghong exposed half of his neck and collarbone to him. His skin was not white, but the lines were soft and graceful.
Zhou Xianghong turned her head and wiped it on the other side, and happened to see Lao Zhao staring at her stupidly.
She laughed and realized where his eyes were just now.
Old Zhao didn't know where to put his embarrassing hand. He turned his head and refused to look at Zhou Xianghong's gaze, but that part of his neck couldn't be removed in his mind.
Well, I...I'll wash some fruit for you... Zhou Xianghong grabbed him: No, no, really... Old Zhao turned around and stared at the hand that was grabbed by Zhou Xianghong. The two of them seemed to have solidified, and then they took back their hands like they were electrocuted.Zhou Xianghong was still chanting awkwardly: No, don’t bother brother...
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhou Xianghong sneezes, leaving Lao Zhao at a loss.
According to Zhengli, the clothes on his body are soaked and should be taken off and dried.
The problem is that the lonely man and the widow are alone in the room, and they open their mouths and let them take off their clothes. This is really inappropriate.
However, Zhou Xianghong said with concern: You see, your clothes are soaked, go and change them, don’t catch a cold.
Only then did Old Zhao realize that he was at his own home, so he went into the house to change his clothes with a warm heart.
He came out soon and was holding a set of pajamas in his hand: That's what... you're soaked... Or... you change it too... This is my clothes, clean... Don't dislike it... His wife originally had clothes, but when she passed away, her children were burned with guidance, saying that she was asking her mother to take them over to wear them.
He left two pieces for his thoughts, but unfortunately it was a thick winter clothes.
Besides, it seems that it is not appropriate to take out the clothes of my deceased wife at this time.
So he had to choose a set of his own clean pajamas and take them out for Zhou Xianghong.
Zhou Xianghong's face was a little hot, but she knew in her heart that the other party was purely caring for him.
Looking at the rain outside the window, it seemed that it was not going to stop.
After thinking about it, I still took it into my hand and said thank you softly.
She took her pajamas and towel into the inner room, hesitated for a moment, and did not insert the door bolt, but just covered it up.
Brother Zhao is a good person. If she inserts the door, she seems to be deliberately guarding against the other party.
This house is a bit old, and the decoration is still in the style of the early days of reform and opening up. The bedroom door is made of plywood covered with wood frames, and the surface is painted with a layer of paint.
After a long time, the door frame is slightly deformed and it is not closed tightly.
Lao Zhao went to the kitchen to wash some fruits, brought them back, and from the dressing mirror hanging on the wall next to the entrance door, he happened to see the bedroom door slipping quietly.
There was a well-proportioned back in the crack of the door. He had just taken off his shirt and was wearing only a bra and patting him with a towel. After a while, he bent down to take off his pants, revealing his butt and thighs stretched into his pants.
His blood pressure rose at that time, and he wanted to peek at it, but he thought it was not good.
He was so entangled, until the back was put on his pajamas, that he hurriedly sat down on the other side of the sofa, pretending to read the newspaper, his heart was filled with black bra straps and shorts.
Zhou Xianghong noticed the crack in the door.
But when she came out, she tried it and it was really not closed tightly. Seeing that there was a mirror diagonally on the wall, Brother Zhao sat upright, holding Arafat on the back of the newspaper with his head facing down, he immediately understood what was going on.
She was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but want to laugh.
She believed that Lao Zhao did not mean it, but just blamed herself for not closing the door when she entered.
This is how a woman is. When she entrusts her sincerity, the other party does nothing wrong.
Love makes people blind, regardless of age.
She calmed down for a moment and pretended not to know anything. When Lao Zhao heard her walk out, she lifted her head out of the newspaper: Then... you sit... eat fruit... Lao Zhao is 1.8 meters tall, and Zhou Xianghong is 1.62 meters tall.
His pajamas were worn on her and they were big everywhere.
She rolled up her legs and sleeves, but the top was shirt-style and the collar was quite wide.
She could only pinch it with one hand, and even so, she still exposed a small piece of skin under her neck.
When Lao Zhao looked up, he saw her standing there with her collar pinched, and her wide pajamas highlighted her petite figure.
He held the wet clothes he had just changed.
He lowered his head again like a thief.
Zhou Xianghong smiled: Brother, where is your washing basin?
Ah, in...oh, how can this work... No, I just need to wash myself... I'll throw it into the washing machine for a while... It's okay, I'm idle, and I'm not going to wash the washing machine by hand. You guys can deal with it... Lao Zhao didn't even bother Zhou Xianghong in the end and found her a basin and soap.
His bathroom is small, and the kitchen is connected to the balcony. Zhou Xianghong took water, took a small stool, first dried his clothes, then sat down on the balcony, and began to scrub Lao Zhao's.
Lao Zhao couldn't sit still anymore. He drew circles in the living room and the sound of washing clothes on the balcony made him feel indescribable happiness.
It has been a long time since my wife passed away.
He thought about it and it was impossible to keep Zhou Xianghong for lunch, and he knew the situation of her family.
It seems that it is not appropriate for someone to wash his clothes on the balcony and sit in the room.
He walked over and thought to chat with her. As soon as he got on the balcony, he saw Zhou Xianghong sitting on a bench, bent over and exerting force on the washboard.
The collar of the pajamas was wide open, and inside were two mountains wrapped in black bras.
As she moved, the collar swayed back and forth, and his eyes were stuck in the two mountains and the valley in the middle, and he could not move it away.
Zhou Xianghong heard the footsteps and looked up and was about to speak when she saw Lao Zhao's straight eyes.
Her face turned red and she calmly used her arms to tidy up the collar. The effect was not very obvious, but it made the valley more obvious.
Lao Zhao also found that his behavior was too much and coughed awkwardly: That... I'm thinking... I'll do something for you... No need... what's this? Take a rest.
Lao Zhao rushed to take the basin, changed the basin and brought the water out again.
This time he didn't dare to stand on the balcony anymore, and turned around to continue studying Arafat in the living room.
In a short while, the clothes were washed.
Zhou Xianghong hung it one by one, wiped his hands with a towel and walked in.
Old Zhao quickly greeted him: Sit, sit... Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I finally got it back and asked you to do your work... It's okay, Brother Zhou Xianghong stroked his hair: I'm used to doing it at home.
The two of them sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Lao Zhao wanted to speak but stopped several times. Zhou Xianghong lowered his head and gently placed his hand in the middle of the sofa.
That... Xiang Hong Ah... I have something... I want to tell you... Zhou Xianghong nodded softly: Brother, what do you have to say... Just say... Old Zhao swallowed and said stuttered: My situation... Xiang Hong, you know what your family is... I also understand... Let me make a decision. You are still young and have a lot of things... You can't stand alone... Life is too hard... These words came into Zhou Xianghong's heart, and her eyes turned red at that time: What can I do? This is fate... Old Zhao grabbed her hand: Girl, what am I, I am a little older, but I think... He moved to Zhou Xianghong's side: That's what, if you don't dislike it... Can we... That's what... Zhou Xianghong laughed, and then shyly lowered her head: Brother, just say whatever you have...Lao Zhao held her hand.
Although I have been doing housework all year round, my hands are a little rough, but they are still slender and beautiful.
He stroked the hand emotionally, and the master's ears were already red.
He moved his butt forward again, and there was almost no space between the two of them.
I...I like you very much, Xiang Hong!Let’s...get together a companion!
Zhou Xianghong finally waited for this sentence. She nodded gently. Old Zhao was overjoyed and took her hand straight into his arms: Did you agree?Oh, this...this is so good... Zhou Xianghong tilted gently and leaned against Lao Zhao's shoulder.
Old Zhao was shocked, and he reached behind her with his right hand and gently embraced her shoulder: Xiang Hong, for so many years, it is not easy for us to be... Zhou Xianghong felt a grievance and couldn't help but lie on his shoulder and cried.
Old Zhao gently patted her back: Cry, just cry, you will be fine. If you have me in the future, you won’t feel wronged... As he patted, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When he turned his head, he saw a wet mark clearly printed on his pajamas, which was Zhou Xianghong’s bra strap.
Oh, what's wrong with you?
Zhou Xianghong raised her head and asked, and she touched her back with her hands: Ah, this... I'll do it in a while... Then how can I do it!
Lao Zhao said with a tough bullet: …Ran off…What should I do if I catch a cold!
Zhou Xianghong walked into the inner room again, still hiding the door in vain. She was still immersed in the happiness when Lao Zhao confessed his true feelings to her just now.
When she unbuttoned her pajamas, she suddenly thought, why don’t she turn around and face the crack in the door?
It’s inappropriate to turn your head and think about it.
So Lao Zhao saw the back again. This time, the back unbuttoned the bra strap. When her upper body was completely naked, Lao Zhao felt that he really should measure his blood pressure.
She put her bra aside and covered her breasts with her hands. It was cold and the cold and wet feeling just now was really uncomfortable.
Next was an unexpected surprise. She put on her clothes, thought about it, and took off her pants.
There was already a big triangular wet mark on the back of the pajama pants.
Then Lao Zhao couldn't see it. His pajamas were too long, and the hem blocked her movements at the moment.
For the first time in his life, Lao Zhao hated his height.
She raised her legs, took a black thing off her legs, then the other leg, and put on pajamas again.
After taking off her underwear, she felt relaxed and was not at all wary of Lao Zhao.
Both of them were talking, but the relationship was basically finalized. If there was a day...
Not all of them are his.
She walked out, and Lao Zhao and Arafat sat with big eyes, but saw from the outskirts that a black bra was put on the clothesline on the balcony.
Um……
Very big...
Then……
It's gone...
Um……
Lesbians are embarrassed and cannot let everything go...
But can it be dried if it is not dried?
She returned to the sofa and sat down again. This time, the two of them were tightly together.
Old Zhao raised his arm, and she leaned on his shoulder and hugged him.
His hands were wrapped around her arm, warm and heavy through the thin pajamas.
She closed her eyes.
He had been missing this feeling for five years, and she had been missing for fifteen years.
He pressed his face against the woman's hair in his arms, smelling the scent that emanated from her.
In fact, it was the smell of washing powder on his pajamas, but after being stimulated by her body temperature, it became an intoxicating fragrance.
He reached out with his other hand and gently held her hand, which was a slightly cool hand.
He felt her whole body tremble gently.
She was so petite and weak, wrapped in thin and wide pajamas.
Thinking of her not wearing anything under her pajamas at this moment, Old Zhao couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Xiang Hong... His lips were stammering.Um?She didn't look up, for fear that Lao Zhao would see her hot and red face.
You are so good... She laughed and looked up at him: Where is me?
Her face was filled with joy, happiness, and a hint of shyness.
Despite years of hard work and hardship, there were already fine crow's feet on the corners of her eyes and a few strands of white on her hair, it can still be seen how beautiful and charming her face was when she was young.
She was once a recognized beauty in the village, but now she has ruthless years, but her charm remains.
Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel in love for a moment, so he gently kissed her on the face, and after the kiss, he made a big blush.
Zhou Xianghong trembled all over. When he pressed it on, she almost thought she wanted to kiss her lips.
She was stunned for a moment, then giggled, and suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him.
Old Zhao was excited and reached out to help her, but unexpectedly pressed it on one side of her chest.
She exclaimed, covering her clothes and hid behind her for a while.
Old Zhao also yelled, and then he started to start to speak awkwardly: Sorry... Oh, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I didn't care about you, right?
No... it's okay... Zhou Xianghong said hesitantly: Oh, the rain has stopped... I... I have to go home... Then... Then I'll give you... all the clothes are dry?...
Zhou Xianghong hurriedly changed into clothes and left.
Lao Zhao watched her turn around the entrance of the alley on the balcony, then sat back on the sofa and looked at his hand.
Why did you do this and scare people away?
After a while, he giggled again.
So soft... Why do you think you need such thick fabric for pajamas?
My son's health has not improved, and my daughter-in-law has to go to a dance hall to make money to support her family because of financial difficulties.
When a few old ladies in the neighbors were lying around, she heard about the news by chance. At the same time, she also heard that the dance hall is now in a mess, and the men and women are hugging each other and do not do serious things.
She was angry, but later she figured it out that her daughter-in-law could leave with her granddaughter, or even leave by herself.
But she would rather slander herself than abandon this already tragic home. What reason would she have to question and blame her?
Taking a step back, even if she takes off her mother-in-law's airs and makes things difficult for her daughter-in-law to leave, the family will be broken up.
The situation is difficult!
So when Li Xiuling cried in her arms, she was full of bitterness and apologized for her daughter-in-law.
On the other hand, she saw the attitude of Brother Zhao towards him and also saw it in her heart.
She understood what he needed, and also understood what she needed, and even more, what was missing from this family that only had the elderly, weak, women and children.
But she didn't dare, she was afraid that she would misunderstand Lao Zhao's meaning and was also afraid that others would talk about right and wrong.
The daughter-in-law's stance is the best. She vaguely felt that Li Xiuling would never interfere in this matter. Of course, this was not at the cost of her ignoring Li Xiuling and going to dance with her.
The daughter-in-law is for the life of the whole family.
Where is yourself?
She met Lao Zhao again in the morning.
The old man was happy, and every day he waited for her in the park as if he had made an appointment, and then the two of them sat on the bench, one side with a vegetable basket in the middle.
The old man asked about his well-being, talked to her about his family, talked about his life experience, unraveled her knots, and occasionally talked about news.
She doesn't know much, and most of the time it's the old man saying it, but every sentence is heartwarming.
Several times she saw the old man raise his hand and want to reach out to her, but hesitated for a long time and then gently put it down.
It’s not easy to be widowed, she understands.
Sometimes at night she could hear her daughter-in-law sneaking into the bathroom, and then some sounds that made her blush.
Dazhuang's body...
It's really hard for Xiuling...
She was also in a dilemma. In the years when Dazhuang's father passed away, it was late at night and she would vent her lingering desires like her daughter-in-law.
I gradually forgot these years, and she thought that her heart was as calm as water.
However, when Dazhuang fell down, his daughter-in-law masturbated at night, which faintly aroused the fire that had been missing in her heart for a long time.
She didn't dare to say anything, she was her mother-in-law after all.
But human desires are the laws of nature. Suppression can only cure the exterior, but cannot eradicate the roots. Instead, it further encourages the power of the fire.
Sometimes she lies on the bed, and closes her eyes and shows Da Zhuang’s father’s face, and sometimes she also belongs to Brother Zhao.
The daughter-in-law in the bathroom moaned quietly. She didn't dare to make a sound. I don't know when she started lying behind the crack in the door and listened. There was even one time when she was so stupid that she put her hand into her crotch, but her daughter-in-law opened the door and woke her up.
She hurriedly closed the door and leaned against the wall, her heart pounding, her hands were wet and sticky.
Lao Zhao was wearing a navy blue jacket with a neat white shirt inside.
The elderly are not as physical as young people. Although it is only early September and the sun is still hot during the day, the temperature in the morning and evening is no longer high.
Seeing her coming, the old man strode to meet her.
The sky was gloomy, but she and his face couldn't hide a warm smile.
As usual, the two of them found a place with few people but never remote locations and sat down on the bench.
The old man helped her choose vegetables while talking to her casually.
The park is full of green willows, filled with the fragrance of unknown flowers.
After a while, a shower of raindrops actually scattered.
The weather forecast is inaccurate, and it was originally said that it would not be available at noon.
The two of them hurried to the only pavilion in the park, but found that it was crowded with people.
Xiang Hong, why don’t you... go to my house to avoid it, it’s raining like a big rain... Old Zhao stammered.
My mother-in-law is Xiang Hong, and her full name is Zhou Xiang Hong.
In the era when she was born, there were all kinds of guards and guards in the founding of the National Day, and they were caught in a lot of them.
She looked at his face that was a little anticipated, felt the size of the raindrops again, and nodded hesitantly.
Lao Zhao's house is indeed not far from the park, but the rain has also become anxious.
The two trotted into the corridor, their clothes were already wet, dripping water along their hair.
After going upstairs, Lao Zhao opened the door and asked Zhou Xianghong to enter the room, turned around to get the towel.
Zhou Xianghong was a little panting and her heart was beating very quickly. She actually followed Lao Zhao home.
Of course, this is definitely not because Lao Zhao gave her three thousand yuan last month.
She likes Lao Zhao, and this man gave her a sense of dependence that she had not had in a long time.
Old Zhao came back with a towel, and he was a little panting, his heartbeat was quite fast, Zhou Xianghong's clothes were wet with the rain, and some parts were pressing against her body, revealing the outline of the bra.
Wipe it... It's easy to catch a cold... He handed her the towel, Zhou Xianghong took it, said thank you, tilted her head and began to wipe the water from her hair. Lao Zhao's heart beat faster. Zhou Xianghong exposed half of his neck and collarbone to him. His skin was not white, but the lines were soft and graceful.
Zhou Xianghong turned her head and wiped it on the other side, and happened to see Lao Zhao staring at her stupidly.
She laughed and realized where his eyes were just now.
Old Zhao didn't know where to put his embarrassing hand. He turned his head and refused to look at Zhou Xianghong's gaze, but that part of his neck couldn't be removed in his mind.
Well, I...I'll wash some fruit for you... Zhou Xianghong grabbed him: No, no, really... Old Zhao turned around and stared at the hand that was grabbed by Zhou Xianghong. The two of them seemed to have solidified, and then they took back their hands like they were electrocuted.Zhou Xianghong was still chanting awkwardly: No, don’t bother brother...
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhou Xianghong sneezes, leaving Lao Zhao at a loss.
According to Zhengli, the clothes on his body are soaked and should be taken off and dried.
The problem is that the lonely man and the widow are alone in the room, and they open their mouths and let them take off their clothes. This is really inappropriate.
However, Zhou Xianghong said with concern: You see, your clothes are soaked, go and change them, don’t catch a cold.
Only then did Old Zhao realize that he was at his own home, so he went into the house to change his clothes with a warm heart.
He came out soon and was holding a set of pajamas in his hand: That's what... you're soaked... Or... you change it too... This is my clothes, clean... Don't dislike it... His wife originally had clothes, but when she passed away, her children were burned with guidance, saying that she was asking her mother to take them over to wear them.
He left two pieces for his thoughts, but unfortunately it was a thick winter clothes.
Besides, it seems that it is not appropriate to take out the clothes of my deceased wife at this time.
So he had to choose a set of his own clean pajamas and take them out for Zhou Xianghong.
Zhou Xianghong's face was a little hot, but she knew in her heart that the other party was purely caring for him.
Looking at the rain outside the window, it seemed that it was not going to stop.
After thinking about it, I still took it into my hand and said thank you softly.
She took her pajamas and towel into the inner room, hesitated for a moment, and did not insert the door bolt, but just covered it up.
Brother Zhao is a good person. If she inserts the door, she seems to be deliberately guarding against the other party.
This house is a bit old, and the decoration is still in the style of the early days of reform and opening up. The bedroom door is made of plywood covered with wood frames, and the surface is painted with a layer of paint.
After a long time, the door frame is slightly deformed and it is not closed tightly.
Lao Zhao went to the kitchen to wash some fruits, brought them back, and from the dressing mirror hanging on the wall next to the entrance door, he happened to see the bedroom door slipping quietly.
There was a well-proportioned back in the crack of the door. He had just taken off his shirt and was wearing only a bra and patting him with a towel. After a while, he bent down to take off his pants, revealing his butt and thighs stretched into his pants.
His blood pressure rose at that time, and he wanted to peek at it, but he thought it was not good.
He was so entangled, until the back was put on his pajamas, that he hurriedly sat down on the other side of the sofa, pretending to read the newspaper, his heart was filled with black bra straps and shorts.
Zhou Xianghong noticed the crack in the door.
But when she came out, she tried it and it was really not closed tightly. Seeing that there was a mirror diagonally on the wall, Brother Zhao sat upright, holding Arafat on the back of the newspaper with his head facing down, he immediately understood what was going on.
She was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but want to laugh.
She believed that Lao Zhao did not mean it, but just blamed herself for not closing the door when she entered.
This is how a woman is. When she entrusts her sincerity, the other party does nothing wrong.
Love makes people blind, regardless of age.
She calmed down for a moment and pretended not to know anything. When Lao Zhao heard her walk out, she lifted her head out of the newspaper: Then... you sit... eat fruit... Lao Zhao is 1.8 meters tall, and Zhou Xianghong is 1.62 meters tall.
His pajamas were worn on her and they were big everywhere.
She rolled up her legs and sleeves, but the top was shirt-style and the collar was quite wide.
She could only pinch it with one hand, and even so, she still exposed a small piece of skin under her neck.
When Lao Zhao looked up, he saw her standing there with her collar pinched, and her wide pajamas highlighted her petite figure.
He held the wet clothes he had just changed.
He lowered his head again like a thief.
Zhou Xianghong smiled: Brother, where is your washing basin?
Ah, in...oh, how can this work... No, I just need to wash myself... I'll throw it into the washing machine for a while... It's okay, I'm idle, and I'm not going to wash the washing machine by hand. You guys can deal with it... Lao Zhao didn't even bother Zhou Xianghong in the end and found her a basin and soap.
His bathroom is small, and the kitchen is connected to the balcony. Zhou Xianghong took water, took a small stool, first dried his clothes, then sat down on the balcony, and began to scrub Lao Zhao's.
Lao Zhao couldn't sit still anymore. He drew circles in the living room and the sound of washing clothes on the balcony made him feel indescribable happiness.
It has been a long time since my wife passed away.
He thought about it and it was impossible to keep Zhou Xianghong for lunch, and he knew the situation of her family.
It seems that it is not appropriate for someone to wash his clothes on the balcony and sit in the room.
He walked over and thought to chat with her. As soon as he got on the balcony, he saw Zhou Xianghong sitting on a bench, bent over and exerting force on the washboard.
The collar of the pajamas was wide open, and inside were two mountains wrapped in black bras.
As she moved, the collar swayed back and forth, and his eyes were stuck in the two mountains and the valley in the middle, and he could not move it away.
Zhou Xianghong heard the footsteps and looked up and was about to speak when she saw Lao Zhao's straight eyes.
Her face turned red and she calmly used her arms to tidy up the collar. The effect was not very obvious, but it made the valley more obvious.
Lao Zhao also found that his behavior was too much and coughed awkwardly: That... I'm thinking... I'll do something for you... No need... what's this? Take a rest.
Lao Zhao rushed to take the basin, changed the basin and brought the water out again.
This time he didn't dare to stand on the balcony anymore, and turned around to continue studying Arafat in the living room.
In a short while, the clothes were washed.
Zhou Xianghong hung it one by one, wiped his hands with a towel and walked in.
Old Zhao quickly greeted him: Sit, sit... Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I finally got it back and asked you to do your work... It's okay, Brother Zhou Xianghong stroked his hair: I'm used to doing it at home.
The two of them sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Lao Zhao wanted to speak but stopped several times. Zhou Xianghong lowered his head and gently placed his hand in the middle of the sofa.
That... Xiang Hong Ah... I have something... I want to tell you... Zhou Xianghong nodded softly: Brother, what do you have to say... Just say... Old Zhao swallowed and said stuttered: My situation... Xiang Hong, you know what your family is... I also understand... Let me make a decision. You are still young and have a lot of things... You can't stand alone... Life is too hard... These words came into Zhou Xianghong's heart, and her eyes turned red at that time: What can I do? This is fate... Old Zhao grabbed her hand: Girl, what am I, I am a little older, but I think... He moved to Zhou Xianghong's side: That's what, if you don't dislike it... Can we... That's what... Zhou Xianghong laughed, and then shyly lowered her head: Brother, just say whatever you have...Lao Zhao held her hand.
Although I have been doing housework all year round, my hands are a little rough, but they are still slender and beautiful.
He stroked the hand emotionally, and the master's ears were already red.
He moved his butt forward again, and there was almost no space between the two of them.
I...I like you very much, Xiang Hong!Let’s...get together a companion!
Zhou Xianghong finally waited for this sentence. She nodded gently. Old Zhao was overjoyed and took her hand straight into his arms: Did you agree?Oh, this...this is so good... Zhou Xianghong tilted gently and leaned against Lao Zhao's shoulder.
Old Zhao was shocked, and he reached behind her with his right hand and gently embraced her shoulder: Xiang Hong, for so many years, it is not easy for us to be... Zhou Xianghong felt a grievance and couldn't help but lie on his shoulder and cried.
Old Zhao gently patted her back: Cry, just cry, you will be fine. If you have me in the future, you won’t feel wronged... As he patted, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When he turned his head, he saw a wet mark clearly printed on his pajamas, which was Zhou Xianghong’s bra strap.
Oh, what's wrong with you?
Zhou Xianghong raised her head and asked, and she touched her back with her hands: Ah, this... I'll do it in a while... Then how can I do it!
Lao Zhao said with a tough bullet: …Ran off…What should I do if I catch a cold!
Zhou Xianghong walked into the inner room again, still hiding the door in vain. She was still immersed in the happiness when Lao Zhao confessed his true feelings to her just now.
When she unbuttoned her pajamas, she suddenly thought, why don’t she turn around and face the crack in the door?
It’s inappropriate to turn your head and think about it.
So Lao Zhao saw the back again. This time, the back unbuttoned the bra strap. When her upper body was completely naked, Lao Zhao felt that he really should measure his blood pressure.
She put her bra aside and covered her breasts with her hands. It was cold and the cold and wet feeling just now was really uncomfortable.
Next was an unexpected surprise. She put on her clothes, thought about it, and took off her pants.
There was already a big triangular wet mark on the back of the pajama pants.
Then Lao Zhao couldn't see it. His pajamas were too long, and the hem blocked her movements at the moment.
For the first time in his life, Lao Zhao hated his height.
She raised her legs, took a black thing off her legs, then the other leg, and put on pajamas again.
After taking off her underwear, she felt relaxed and was not at all wary of Lao Zhao.
Both of them were talking, but the relationship was basically finalized. If there was a day...
Not all of them are his.
She walked out, and Lao Zhao and Arafat sat with big eyes, but saw from the outskirts that a black bra was put on the clothesline on the balcony.
Um……
Very big...
Then……
It's gone...
Um……
Lesbians are embarrassed and cannot let everything go...
But can it be dried if it is not dried?
She returned to the sofa and sat down again. This time, the two of them were tightly together.
Old Zhao raised his arm, and she leaned on his shoulder and hugged him.
His hands were wrapped around her arm, warm and heavy through the thin pajamas.
She closed her eyes.
He had been missing this feeling for five years, and she had been missing for fifteen years.
He pressed his face against the woman's hair in his arms, smelling the scent that emanated from her.
In fact, it was the smell of washing powder on his pajamas, but after being stimulated by her body temperature, it became an intoxicating fragrance.
He reached out with his other hand and gently held her hand, which was a slightly cool hand.
He felt her whole body tremble gently.
She was so petite and weak, wrapped in thin and wide pajamas.
Thinking of her not wearing anything under her pajamas at this moment, Old Zhao couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Xiang Hong... His lips were stammering.Um?She didn't look up, for fear that Lao Zhao would see her hot and red face.
You are so good... She laughed and looked up at him: Where is me?
Her face was filled with joy, happiness, and a hint of shyness.
Despite years of hard work and hardship, there were already fine crow's feet on the corners of her eyes and a few strands of white on her hair, it can still be seen how beautiful and charming her face was when she was young.
She was once a recognized beauty in the village, but now she has ruthless years, but her charm remains.
Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel in love for a moment, so he gently kissed her on the face, and after the kiss, he made a big blush.
Zhou Xianghong trembled all over. When he pressed it on, she almost thought she wanted to kiss her lips.
She was stunned for a moment, then giggled, and suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him.
Old Zhao was excited and reached out to help her, but unexpectedly pressed it on one side of her chest.
She exclaimed, covering her clothes and hid behind her for a while.
Old Zhao also yelled, and then he started to start to speak awkwardly: Sorry... Oh, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I didn't care about you, right?
No... it's okay... Zhou Xianghong said hesitantly: Oh, the rain has stopped... I... I have to go home... Then... Then I'll give you... all the clothes are dry?...
Zhou Xianghong hurriedly changed into clothes and left.
Lao Zhao watched her turn around the entrance of the alley on the balcony, then sat back on the sofa and looked at his hand.
Why did you do this and scare people away?
After a while, he giggled again.
So soft... Why do you think you need such thick fabric for pajamas?
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