When Ma Huangmao saw Mrs. Huang walking away, he knelt down to wash it. Unexpectedly, the thing swelled even more as he rubbed it in the warm water. There was still an indescribable desire in his heart that he couldn't control. He didn't know why it was like this. Could it be that he couldn't see women? Mrs. Huang is an old lady, but she is also a woman. Could it be that she is the woman that the fortune teller said she is in love with? The yellow-haired horse started up in disbelief.
At this moment, Mrs. Huang took off the colorful clothes she had just worn, leaving only her underpants. She suddenly opened the ajar door of the wing and unexpectedly stretched out her hands from behind Ma Huangmao to hug her. Holding his waist, when you touch the smooth and smooth yellow hair on Ma Huangmao, you feel both the comfort of stroking a precious pet and the excitement of having a rough man.
Her hand unconsciously slid towards Ma Huangmao's lower body. Ma Huangmao said, aren't you afraid that your man will come back suddenly? But he couldn't control his lust. Before Mrs. Huang could answer, he immediately turned around to meet her gentle "provocation".
Mrs. Huang said that it would take ten and a half days for him to return from a business trip. Mrs. Huang is yours tonight.
Ma Huangmao didn't do anything, but he kept picking up Mrs. Huang's body. Then he heard Mrs. Huang say, throw me over there on the bed. I want to serve you well. I believe you can let me do it to my heart's content. Once a woman.
Ma Huangmao could hear that there was something in Mrs. Huang's words. He carried her to the bed over there for a while, then wiped his sweat and asked Mrs. Huang, "Tonight, shall I let you be a woman for once?" !
You are a much better man than me. I'm sorry to tell you that he takes aphrodisiacs every time before we do it. He is a softie. I am really a widow. Sister-in-law Huang seems to be complaining to Ma Huangmao. As he said that, the cheerful expression just now was immediately replaced by a serious expression.
Sister-in-law Huang, now that you have me, you will never be a widow again, right? Ma Huangmao's words made Mrs. Huang laugh again.
Ma Huangmao put his arms around the back of Mrs. Huang, who had a light skin fragrance, and said close to her, Mrs. Huang, did you put an aphrodisiac in the tea I drank tonight? Otherwise, why am I so awesome tonight?
Mrs. Huang didn't answer immediately, but she acquiesced and put her head close to Ma Huangmao's generous chest. Ma Huangmao said, actually, I can still do it even if you don’t need that medicine.
If I don't use medicine, I won't be able to arouse your desire. You have long nights and many dreams, and you are still a child. How can I make you mine in the Year of the Monkey? Mrs. Huang said sadly.
Ma Huangmao pursed his lips and smiled. Mrs. Huang moved her body away, showed a fair and beautiful face and said to him, "Xiao Huang, you are so young, there is a slight age gap, but we can make up for it in terms of taste." , of course I am not too old. From now on, don’t call me Sister Huang. If you call me old, just call me Sister Huang!
Sister Huang! Ma Huangmao yelled obediently, then held the plump and sexy Mrs. Huang in his arms and said, although I am young, I am covered in hair. Women regard me as a monster, especially young girls. I have no way of contacting them. It's too late for them to hide from me, will they still give me a chance to contact them? I am destined not to find a young girl to marry in this life. Sister Huang, I have seen a fortune teller and heard a fortune teller say that only a woman named Huang can be in love with me. Your last name happens to be Huang. I finally found you. Not lonely anymore.
After listening to Ma Huangmao's honest statement and true confession, Sister Huang said nothing. She burst into tears and actually pushed Ma Huangmao away and leaned against the bedside and cried loudly. After crying, Ma Huangmao asked her what made her cry so sadly. Sister Huang said sadly, I have never been so happy...
The next morning, Sister Huang took Ma Huangmao's hand and sent him to the ferry to cross the river by boat. They were very intimate. This was discovered by the old man who worked part-time at Huang's house. He felt unreasonable. Even he They all avoided him out of fear of the yellow-haired man. Why did the hostess fight with him so passionately?
This was none of his business, so the old man didn't think much about it, and went straight into the shed vegetable patch to do things like pulling weeds, applying fertilizer, or spraying pesticides and removing insects.
But on the evening of the fourth day, the old man got out of the trellis, washed his hands in the ditch in front of his employer's house, and prepared to go home. When he looked up, the afterglow of the setting sun made him unable to open his eyes, so he turned his head to the east and discovered that his employer There was a person in the main room, none other than the yellow-haired man I saw a few days ago. The yellow-haired man also held a bouquet of flowers in his hand and handed it to the smiling hostess.
The old man was someone who had been there before, and he could tell at a glance that something ambiguous might have happened or had already happened between them.
I thought in my heart: The hostess is too immoral. The man is on a business trip in Jiangbei. It is hard enough to go to the market outside in all weathers, but you are stealing men at home, and the men you steal are very strange, with yellow hair on their faces.
In order to confirm that his suspicion was correct, the old man also wanted to control the privacy of the mistress so that he could defraud her of more wages when appropriate. If the mistress is dishonest and disobeys him, she can take this opportunity to vent on her man and overturn the cuckold on her man's head.
Some things are easy to think about but not easy to do. That night, after going home for a late-night snack, the old man turned on his flashlight and braved the darkness to quietly come to the front of his employer's house, and tiptoed close to the window on the outer wall of the bedroom.
The room was dark, and there were voices of men and women inside muttering something unknown. He was a little hard of hearing and wanted to hear more clearly, so he moved a stool with potted vegetable seedlings under the shed and carefully placed it here.
When he raised his legs to stand up, one of his feet failed to step firmly, and the stool turned over, and there was a "bang-dong" sound, and he heard the hostess in the room shouting alertly, "Who is it..." The old man was afraid of being discovered, so he dragged him up. The stool was thrown into the shed and disappeared.
Halfway through, the old man felt a little pain in his left ankle. He turned on the flashlight and slowly returned to his house in Wujiawan, off the east road of Jiang'an.
My wife, Mrs. Gan, was still awake. When she heard his cries of pain, she asked, "Old Wu, what's wrong with you?"
Lao Wu sat down on an armchair and said, "My ankle is sprained. I really regret it. I shouldn't go out at night."
I saw him bending down, holding his left ankle with both hands, frowning and rubbing it continuously, which turned red.
Gan asked, "Did you sprain your hamstring?" It's best to dip it in some white wine and rub it to revitalize the blood vessels. Old Wu raised his head and said, go ask Wu Congcong to rub it for me.
Wu Congcong, his son, was writing petitions for people in the left wing by a soybean oil lamp. He was a famous scholar in this area. When he heard his mother calling, he put down his brush and came out of the wing.
The mother pointed to the father who was sitting on the armchair, and handed him a porcelain bowl filled with a little white wine. He understood when he saw his father was silent and quietly rubbing his left ankle.
He took the porcelain bowl, dipped his fingers in the wine, squatted in front of his father and said, Dad, let me help you knead it. While rubbing it, he asked his father how he sprained his foot.
Lao Wu couldn't tell his son directly about that kind of thing, so he had to conceal the real situation and distorted it by saying that because he was working in Wang Jiamu's vegetable shed during the day, he didn't finish any of the work. When he worked at night, he accidentally sprained his foot.
Dad, then you are at a loss, why don't you argue with Wang Jiamu?
Wang Jiamu has not returned from his business trip, and only the hostess is at home. How can I find her? It's night again.
Find her tomorrow.
What if people don't admit it?
Wu Congcong looked at his father and smiled strangely, saying that he had a solution.
The next day, when the sun was shining brightly, Wu Congcong carried his father to the greenhouse where Wang Jiamu grew vegetables. At dawn, he came to the door of his employer's house to look for the hostess. The hostess was not there, and there was a lock on the door. He was a little puzzled. Wang Jiamu was not at home, where had the hostess gone? Isn't she worried about thieves in the melon shed vegetable field?
Wu Congcong returned to the greenhouse and said that the hostess was not at home. His father asked him to go to Jiang'an Pier to look for her. When he walked over, he saw that the hostess was sending a man with yellow hair on his face to board the ferry. Just as he was about to catch up with her and talk to her, he saw her getting off the ferry and reluctantly turned around and waved goodbye to the yellow-haired man. Finally, he approached the hostess and said, Sister-in-law Wang, what do I need to do with you?
My surname is Huang. You call me Mrs. Huang!
Your surname is clearly Wang, but it’s not like I don’t recognize you.
Wrong, I will correct it now. As for the reason, you don’t need to know.
No matter what your surname is, it has nothing to do with me. There is one thing that concerns both you and me.
Mrs. Huang stared at him in surprise and asked, "What's the matter?" Wu Congcong said, my dad worked for your family and sprained his foot. You should compensate him with medical expenses, at least 100 yuan.
Oh, that's the thing, I don't know. Mrs. Huang thought about it and said, where is your father? Why didn't I hear about it yesterday?
I got a sprained foot this morning while working overtime in your vegetable greenhouse. It's there now and you can go see it. Wu Congcong didn't go by what his father told him and told him directly. He felt that telling Mrs. Wang this way would be more convincing and convincing.
