Chapter 2 My beautiful doctor

Xiaohui, get up quickly!

Accompanied by the knock on the door, a sweet but majestic female voice came from outside the bedroom.

In the bedroom, I rubbed my sleepy eyes, and my mother came to wake me up on time.

After lifting the heavy quilt and raising the slippers, I opened the bedroom door.

A tall and beautiful woman with a slightly frown was standing at the door, her shoulder-length short hair was simply tied behind her head. There was a black butterfly at the end of the horizontal hairpin, which slowly swayed with the strands of black hair, mature and capable.

She is my mother, Chen Siyun.

My mother's face seemed a little wrong today. I said it quickly, then quickly lowered my head and dragged her slightly heavy body towards the bathroom.

Wash quickly, breakfast is ready, on the dining table.My mother's nagging rang behind her at the right time.

... Yesterday I heard from Teacher Qin that you were late for class. Don’t be too slow today. I will finish it quickly. I will take you to class.

...My mother's nagging made me feel upset, and I couldn't help but speed up and walked to the bathroom.

While I was squeezing toothpaste, my mother walked up from behind and poked my shoulder. Did you hear me talking to you? Is it mute?Don't know if you answer?

I was a little impatient and looked up at my mother.

I saw my mother frowning slightly and her phoenix eyes were full of power. She was narrowing into a dangerous angle at this time.Apparently a little angry.

I noticed the dangerous aura released by my mother, and I didn't dare to be impatient and quickly responded: OK OK OK OK OK Mom, I understand.I'll get faster

After listening to my answer, my mother didn't seem to be planning to give up.

Zhao Hui!I see you are becoming more and more rebellious, are you very impatient?

Seeing that my mother was about to continue nagging, I quickly admitted my fault and changed into a hippie smile. Wrong, wrong, I was wrong mom!I just woke up and was a little confused, not intentional.Don't mind.Usually you have to clean up before you can go out, but don’t let me delay you, the beautiful woman, you dress up. Then I will be very guilty!

As I said, I held her boneless shoulder from behind and pushed hard towards the master bench.

My mother was not as strong as me, so I pushed her to the door of the master bedroom. She couldn't continue to have an attack, so she could only shake off my hand and turn to me and say, "Okay, you're a little bit straight!"Go and wash up quickly!

Okay, please, I will wash up and finish my meal immediately and wait for you!I saw that I passed the check-in, so I quickly ran back to the bathroom and started washing again. There was a sound of the door closing behind me. My mother went back to the bedroom to change her clothes for work.

In fact, my mother, except for her strict discipline and nagging, can be called a perfect mother in other aspects.Especially her mother's appearance is perfect.

Although she is 38 years old this year and is engaged in the busiest doctor career, her fair and delicate melon-shaped face has no wrinkles. Her phoenix eyes are always big and energetic, and her face is also the most charming white and red.

The skin is like cream, and the beauty is like Wodan is the best adjective for mothers.Time is a passing passerby in her body, leaving no trace of time, only some mature charm.

My mother's figure is that slender and plump, and it seems a bit contradictory to say this. To be honest, she should be thin and where she should be flesh.

The shoulders and willows are held in a slim waist, but the chest is heavy, and the perky buttocks are constructed with two long and round thighs along the two curves. The calves are slender and straight, and the combination with the thighs is extremely harmonious.

Usually, my mother is wearing a white coat, and her exposed pair of beautiful legs is simply the most beautiful scenery in the world.

As a doctor's mother, no matter how she works or lives, she is the most beautiful flower wherever she walks.

I often think about it but can't understand how my father gave up such a beautiful wife because of his work. It's a waste of resources.

...After washing up in a hurry, I came to the dining table. The breakfast was very simple. Millet porridge, two plates of side dishes and a fried poached egg. It is a combination of meat and vegetables, and it is nutritionally balanced. With my mother's superb cooking skills, the two plates of side dishes exude a tempting aroma.

I didn't keep my index finger from moving, and my morning depression was gone.

There was only one bowl of porridge on the table, and my mother must have eaten it. I was hungry and raised my chopsticks and feasted.

...As I was eating, the sound of a snapping door lock came from the master bedroom, and the door was opened.My mother came out of the bedroom and walked towards the balcony. I stopped the chopsticks and looked at my mother.

My mother walked to the balcony clothes drying rack, reached out to take off a piece of stockings, and walked towards the bedroom. My mother had to wear stockings every day at work, and the stockings hanging on the balcony should have been washed just yesterday.

From my perspective, my mother has put on incredible light makeup.The mother who works every day has a light makeup, but this does not affect her beauty at all.

As soon as I walked out of the balcony, the light in the morning hit my mother's delicate side face obliquely, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the light, which was so moving.

At this time, my mother had not changed her clothes, but she was still wearing slippers, wearing a short-sleeved home clothes and home shorts.

In the home clothes, the two round breasts on their chests are like a pair of upside down steamed buns, shaking slightly as they move.

The erect buttocks on her lower body were tightly wrapped in shorts. She took steps and twisted left and right, as if she was about to get out of trouble at any time.

My mother was unaware of her seductive posture and walked alone in her right hand holding the stockings she had washed yesterday.

The flesh-colored stockings emit a light light in the sunlight. The tips of the two stockings hang down from her plain hands. The stockings that were not worn on her legs were slightly darker in color, but they were held by their mother's slender hands, which was uniquely tempting. It is easy to think of how tempting it would be when it was placed on her mother's beautiful legs.

I couldn't help but feel a little confused when I saw it.My mother also noticed my gaze, turned her head and frowned, and raised her hand holding the stockings.He pointed to the dining table and said angrily.

What else are you looking at? I have packed up and can go out after changing my clothes.Don't give me ink!Eat quickly.

Well, it seems that the majestic mother-in-law has not yet calmed down.I didn't dare to look again, responded and withdrew my gaze, lowered my head and continued to eat breakfast.

The sound of the master bedroom closing came from behind again, and my mother went to change her clothes.

I quickly finished breakfast, took the tableware back to the kitchen and rinsed it briefly, and returned to the bedroom to prepare to change my clothes.

I took off my pajamas and put on a simple T-shirt and shorts, and my eyes looked at the desk.

The desk was full of books and exercise books that were full of mountains, and my mood became heavier again.

Thinking back on the hard work of studying and living in the past six months, I couldn't help but feel depressed. I irritated and pulled the schoolbag on the chair, stuffed all the homework I had last night and the books I used for today's cram school.

...The bedroom door opened again, and I walked out with my schoolbag on my back, thinking about scheduling classes all day, I couldn't help myself at all, and slowly changed my shoes at the door, silently venting my resistance to tutoring classes.

My mother was already dressed neatly and sat on the sofa waiting for me.Seeing that I was slow and uneventful, I stood up and walked towards me after I put on my shoes.

At this time, her shoulder-length short hair that was wrapped around the back of her head had been put down. Her soft black hair was very shiny and a light brown ray.

The black hair floated on the forehead, gently teasing the willow eyebrows under the forehead, the slightly pink face was faintly pink, and a pair of slender phoenix eyes flashed from time to time.

The nose is straight and the thin lips are covered with bright red lipstick, as beautiful as rose petals.

Today, my mother was wearing a black slim-fitting women's suit and a white silk shirt inside. Her chest was as round and upright as jade.

The bust is not big or small, just like D, a perfect size, and it looks even more elegant in the package of a small suit and shirt. A small collar is tied with a white scarf at the neck.

It was very tempting to swing on my chest.

A black hip-covered skirt on the lower body is slightly longer than the ordinary hip-covered skirt, which highlights the sexy and perky buttocks.

As she walked, her pretty buttocks twisted slightly, echoing the slender waist that Yingying held, her noble temperament was fully revealed.

Half of mature and plump thighs were exposed under the hem of the skirt, and the tight flesh-colored stockings on it made my mother's steps more enchanting and moving.

Under her straight calves, my mother was wearing a pair of not too high high heels, with a black shoe body, a round toe design and the perfect instep exposed on the upper, which made her look more elegant.

In fact, these are the most commonly worn out pairs my mother wears at work, but I never get tired of watching them.Sexy, mature, noble, and elegant, these adjectives are most suitable for mothers.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and my beautiful mother has dispelled my depression a lot.

Just leave after dressing, have you brought all your homework?Mom's tone was tepid.

Bring all my mother.Don't worry.Although I resisted making up lessons, I did not dare to express it in my words at this time.

OK, let's go.

My mother continued to walk towards the door as she said. I quickly turned the lock and went out to help my mother open the door.

Mom stepped out of the door, paused, gently smoothing the pleated skirt corners and continued to move forward.

I quickly closed the door, followed my mother's side, and walked towards the elevator together with my mother's clattering footsteps.