Daily life with uncle

For the rest of his life, he only needs to rely on me with peace of mind and happiness.Whether it is accidental conflicts in life, unsatisfactory work, or sudden and unreasonable tempers, I can accept them all, and I even think that everything in him is cute.

I love him so much.

So I'm having fun with it.

When we got home, the light in the living room was on, and Ziqing came out of the study: "I'm back."

"Well, have you eaten yet?" I asked him.

Ziqing smiled, and said slowly, "...No." I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him softly.

I pulled him to the light: "Why do I feel that your face is so red?" I reached out to touch his forehead, but it wasn't hot.

He doesn't speak, just laughs.

I sniffed him suspiciously: "Have you been drinking?"

nor.

"Forget it, let's cook first." With that said, I walked to the kitchen.Ziqing took my arm.

"what happened?"

He still looked at me with a smile and didn't speak.

I was tickled by his smile, grabbed his arm with my backhand and kissed him hard, with my forehead against his forehead and the tip of my nose to his nose: "What's wrong? You're so clingy today?

The Seven Year Itch Part11

Today's Ziqing gave me the same feeling as when we were first together, shy and frank.

His eyes are always full of love, and his movements reveal happiness everywhere.He is like a butterfly that has just emerged from its cocoon, light and cheerful, flapping its wings around the slightly swaying flower buds overflowing from the cracks, shy but eager, wanting to get close but not close, lightly touching as if frightened Fly away gracefully, and then be attracted by the next scenery.

His face, his expression, his smell, his arms, his chest, his legs, his feet, every inch of his skin, every turn of his head... For me, I want to have .I can't use the best words to praise and express my luck and happiness. I can only say "I love you" over and over again in front of him.But his recent state left me at a loss and irritated until today.

I put my arms around his waist and said with a light smile, "What's the matter? Are you so clingy today?"

Ziqing's cheeks were slightly red, and the heat spread all the way to the ears. I followed the redness and kissed to the earlobe, took a deep breath, and his smell was in my nose.

A pervert like a wretched teenager.

Also like the second minister of the young emperor.

Even though he is an uncle, I suddenly don't want to admit it anymore, he is the boy who lives in my heart.

Life is like summer flowers, but love is not morning dew; meet in this life, and never forget each other in the next life.

The morning dew is so short and slight, how can it represent a hot and strong heart.

Satisfied with chuckle.

His slender fingers hooked my cuffs, as if hooked on my heart, and I waited for his next step with bated breath.

I suddenly remembered a line of lyrics: Don'tyouletmego, letmegotonight.

When it was over, I laughed at myself: Ziqing would never let me go.

He buried his head on my shoulder and said nothing, his hand trembling slightly grabbed my hand and put it in his pajama pants.

I was surprised, and then took the initiative to reach in and cover his round and delicate part with a wide palm.

"No clothes?" I whispered in his ear.

He seemed to be holding back his shame, blushing like he was about to faint, and responded to me in a breathy voice: "Put it on, wear it on."

I understood in an instant, and groped for a thin belt at the junction of the buttocks and thighs. The elastic belt cut into the white meat, and my breathing became heavy all of a sudden.

I kneaded his crotch and pulled it apart with all my strength. My middle finger brushed the exposed hole from time to time. He leaned his head on my shoulder, panting, and occasionally groaned.

The bulge of the pajama bottoms belies the activity going on beneath them, which, from my point of view, is quite profligate.

I found another belt tied into a bow on his waist, which outlined the slender waist and fell softly on my body. I can imagine the alluring look.

I turned my head and stabilized Ziqing's open lips, blocking the sound he was about to make.

I didn't let go until he was almost out of breath, and lightly pecked his dripping red lips, I asked, "Double T?"

His eyes were watery, and he met my gaze directly. It was misty, and the water vapor permeated between the thick and slender eyelashes, like the fog that enveloped the forest in the morning, making him look extremely innocent.

"Ah."

"Wear it for me?"

He glared at me: "No, it was worn for the old Wang next door."

I smiled, picked him up and walked to the bedroom: "Don't take it off today, okay?"

"……Um."

After returning home, the theme changed from soup to lying down. I can only blame my daughter-in-law for being too good-looking.

After the passion was over, Ziqing lay lazily on the bed and didn't want to move. I abstained from sexual intercourse for so long, excited, and carried him to the bathroom to clean.

After coming out of the bathroom, it was already midnight, and Ziqing said he was a little hungry, so I went to the kitchen to warm up the soup that I made at night for him to fill his stomach.

When I brought it to the bedroom, he was playing with his mobile phone, and I said, "Don't play at night, it's bad for your eyes."

When he saw me coming back, he put the lock screen of his phone aside and sat up, took a small breath, and complained: "It's like a beast, if you tell you to stop, you just keep going, it's so uncomfortable."

I put the pillow on his back and said with a smile, "No way, it's so delicious."

He glanced at me while drinking the soup, didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he said: "Eat more if it tastes good."

I was surprised and laughed: "That's right."

He gave me the bowl after drinking the soup, and asked, "Where did you eat for lunch?"

"Qiao Yu took me to Su Chen's new restaurant to eat. You don't know, do you? I'll take you to try it in two days. It's not bad."

"Western restaurant?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"...I heard Su Chen... mentioned it."

"Tsk, so you know, Qiao Yu didn't tell me, I just found out today. I can't be brothers..."

"Go and wash the dishes, and come back to bed after washing." Ziqing interrupted me, as if he couldn't bear my poor talk.

"Okay." I kissed his face and went to wash the dishes.

……

Ziqing has improved a lot since that day, but their company has entered the new product development period, and they work overtime every night. As the successful man behind the successful man, I can't hold him back.Although Ji'er didn't want to have a holiday, the cage didn't open and he didn't bring the key, so he had to live in the rented house aggrievedly.

One morning when I woke up, Ziqing opened his eyes in a daze in my arms. I kissed his forehead and wanted to get up.

I stroked his head and said, "Last night I slept too late, you sleep a little longer, I will cook, and then I will call you, don't you say that there is an internal product evaluation meeting today?"

Ziqing put her face on my chest, took a deep breath, and said, "I think I should sign up for a yoga class."

"Huh?" I didn't understand what he meant.

"I still have a backache to this day."

I touched my nose and smiled.The night before the previous day was Saturday, and the unbearable chicken finally returned home, and he didn't want to come out as soon as he got back, tossing the landlord over and over again.

"I should report one, try a move I haven't tried before."

Ziqing: "...get out"

The Seven Year Itch Part12

At noon the day before, Ziqing said that she wanted to eat small steamed buns filled with sauerkraut and meat. I went to the supermarket to buy sauerkraut and pork after get off work.When I got home, I mixed it with the top first, and adjusted the filling while it was rising, because every time Ziqing liked the taste of sauerkraut buns more, I put more sauerkraut.Taste it after mixing it up, tsk, it's so delicious.

I'm nothing short of a genius and a master chef.

Maybe I can open a restaurant by myself, called: Lin Ziqing's Private Kitchen.

Hey hey hey.

When the dough doubled in size, I started kneading it.Ziqing likes to eat small buns, so I made the dough smaller, and the buns that come out are small and exquisite, almost one bite at a time.I was narcissistic while wrapping, thinking of Ziqing's satisfied expression while eating, I couldn't be happier!

Sure enough, Ziqing was very pleasantly surprised when he came back, saying that he had been wondering if he could have buns at night.

I dragged him to sit down at the dining table, took out the steamed buns from the kitchen, and asked him, "Working overtime is hard, right? Eat while it's hot, just out of the pan."

"...Fortunately, I'm not very tired."

He said he was not tired, but kept his hands, and ate several in a row, even exceeding his usual appetite, which was a bit abnormal.

I quickly grabbed his hand, took the rest away, and teased him: "Daughter-in-law, I know I cook delicious food, but you don't have to be so flattering, I can't finish it for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Ziqing blushed and said nothing, took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The back looks quite like fleeing.

The next morning, Ziqing had no appetite because he ate too much the night before, so he put down his chopsticks after drinking a small bowl of soy milk. The steamed stuffed bun just cleaned up the dishes before going to work.

I was in a good mood on the way, only discounted when I saw the lunch box on my desk.It is very ordinary, without extra decorations, and there is no sticky note on it to indicate who gave it, but it is square and has a lot of weight, which is enough to show the heart of the giver.

I seem to know who put it.

There is only one person who can enter my office and is suspected to be my crush—Chang You.

My heart sank and I had a headache.Chang You is my junior, but he only enrolled when I graduated, and strictly speaking, we never met each other on the same campus.He was an intern in the company when he was a senior, with a high degree of work completion and excellent grades