After receiving the certificate, the paranoid uncle kissed me 99 times a day

Of course Qin Xin knew that this side of Zhuang Ming was only shown in front of her, otherwise how could the brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts of the Zhuang Group be so afraid of Zhuang Ming?

It was because of this particularity and preference that Qin Xin felt that she was the happiest person in the world.

Letters are to be read.

But before looking...

Qin Xin put her arms around Zhuang Ming's neck, and kissed Zhuang Ming's lips very actively.

Just as he was about to back away, the back of his head was held down by Zhuang Ming, and his breath was robbed.

Even though she has kissed countless times, Qin Xin still can't learn to breathe through her nose. .seven

Every time I was kissed, my face was flushed and my head was swollen.

Finally buried between Zhuang Ming's neck, taking deep breaths to absorb oxygen and calm down the messy heartbeat.

"Little guy, please forgive me."

Today is Qin Xin's fourth menstrual period, and he has been abstinent for four full days.

How could she bear being teased by Qin Xin at this time.

Zhuang Ming let go of her mouth, and Qin Xin pouted, "Husband, beat me up!"

Obviously she just wanted a simple kiss, but Zhuang Ming was not satisfied, so he hugged her and kissed her for a long time.

Zhuang Ming looked at Qin Xin's pouty pink lips, took a few deep breaths, and said helplessly.

"You, do you have any misunderstanding about the desire of a man who only opened meat at the age of 28?"

Qin Xin stuck out her tongue mischievously, "Anyway, it's not me who is suffering."

Hearing Qin Xin's words, Zhuang Ming smiled.

The little wife is still too young.

"Did Xin Xin Bao forget, it doesn't have to be like that."

After Zhuang Ming finished speaking, he squeezed Qin Xin's tender and smooth hands.

Qin Xin's body froze for an instant, and then she quickly threw her head back.

He picked up a stack of letters and said, "Stop making trouble, stop making trouble, I know I'm wrong husband, please accompany me to read my mother's letter."

"I gave you a chance."

*

The letter in Qin Xin's hand fell, and she was hugged by Zhuang Ming and fell into the soft sofa.

*

An hour later, Zhuang Ming came out of the bathroom.

The room was heated and very hot, so Zhuang Ming sat back on the sofa with only a towel on.

As soon as she sat down, Qin Xin moved her buttocks away from Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming couldn't help laughing, "Now it's really over, I still don't want to read the letter."

"Look."

Zhuang Ming patted the place beside him, "Come here."

"No, you don't wear clothes, you are impolite!"

"Then baby, bring me a nightgown and come here."

Zhuang Ming, who is full of wine and food, especially likes to be called Qin Xinbao.

Qin Xin groaned, but obediently got up and went to help Zhuang Ming get the nightgown, Zhuang Ming put it on before she sat down beside him.

Only then did I pick up the first letter.

There are three words on the envelope: To Qian'er.

"The handwriting is so beautiful." Qin Xin sighed.

Zhuang Ming also nodded, "This typeface is thin gold, and it is the most test of a person's strength of character. The characters are like a person. Judging from his slender lines and strokes, you should be able to tell that he is a very gentle and elegant person."

"Then husband, your pen is so sharp, does it prove that you are very cold?"

Zhuang Ming squeezed Qin Xin's little hand, "I'm indifferent to you?"

"Hee hee no."

Qin Xin opened the letter and began to read it seriously.

In this thick pile of letters, the opening chapter of each letter is "Qianer, Zhan Xinyue."

And the ending is "Your Mr. Qin respectfully."

The content of this letter is actually nothing special, it's just Mr. Qin saying some very homely things to Xue Qian.

For example, what is the weather like today, or what did you eat today, or what book you read and what you feel.

Qin Xin read more than a dozen letters one after another, but didn't see anything special. She just felt that Mr. Qin and his mother should be good friends who often correspond with each other.

Looking back, it is actually still gossip, but occasionally some sentences reveal some ambiguity.

until the last letter.

It was 21 years ago.

This letter, the content is no longer small talk.