Feng Ziying slapped Ping'er's plump buttocks hard, and the elastic and fleshy buttocks made a crisp sound. Ping'er's face suddenly turned red, and she glared at her lover angrily, "What are you doing?"
What, why are you so frivolous and wanton?"
"You have to look at people for being frivolous and dissolute. If it were someone else who wanted me to be frivolous, I still wouldn't do it." Feng Ziying followed Ping'er to Ping'er's room, leaning forward and getting on the kang. Ping'er put on Feng Ziying's shoes and socks.
After taking it off, he brought hot water from outside and asked Feng Ziying to soak her feet and wash them. Feng Ziying was so comfortable that she leaned on the kang and said, "Ping'er still knows and expresses his feelings. These maids in my house are all inferior."
"Master, please don't say that. If others hear it, it will make this slave jealous to death?" Ping'er wiped the hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "Besides, is the mandarin duck bad? Qingwen, Jin Chuan'er
, Si Qi is not weak, right? Why don’t you fall in my eyes?"
"Of course Yuanyang is good, but now she is the head of the house, how can she come to serve me? Qingwen has such a hot temper that even I will have to smile if I don't pay attention. You don't understand Jin Chuan'er's temper, she is so cold.
As for Si Qi, with his reckless temper, how much patience can he still have to serve me?" Feng Ziying shook her head and laughed, "If you really want to be more considerate and attentive, you have to ask for Yun Shang from my original room. Xiang Ling is okay, too.
But I still can’t understand my thoughts as well as you can.”
"You have to say the same thing, the slave is even more afraid to bear it. Jin Chuan'er has been with me for so long and is the most intimate. Qingwen is hot-tempered, but she is the most serious and dedicated in her work. Si Qi Meng is a little lazy, but she is willing to do it.
The conditions are too high to endure hardship and hardship..." Ping'er defended these best friends.
"Okay, I didn't say anything bad about them, but I said there is a gap between them and you." Feng Ziying shook her head and stretched out her hand to signal Ping'er to come up next to her and talk to her.
After hesitating for a moment, Ping'er estimated that Wang Xifeng might have to nurse the baby for a while, and had to put the baby to sleep before he could get out. In addition, he hadn't seen Feng Ziying for a long time, and he missed her a lot, so he felt shy.
So he took off his shoes and got on the kang, leaning against Feng Ziying.
Seeing Ping'er leaning over gently, with her face on her shoulder, and the fragrant fragrance on her body filling her heart and mind, Feng Ziying was also moved, and she subconsciously wanted to dig into Ping'er's waist, but was stopped.
Ping'er held on tightly and refused to let him mess around. "Grandma will coax Hu Zi to sleep soon. I'd better be more honest now. I don't want to offend grandma at this time."
"Why do you call it angering?" Feng Ziying disagreed, "I have already agreed with Sister Feng that you are mine. You must follow her and be reluctant to leave. I have no objection. However, if she feels that she can manipulate you at will,
If she goes too far, I'm afraid I'll have to have a serious talk with her."
"Master, please don't. Second Grandma treats me with great kindness and righteousness. She is just too worried about gains and losses now." Ping'er shook his head repeatedly: "Second Grandma is not the kind of unreasonable person. Huzi is still young now.
, and she was obsessed with running this cement factory, so naturally she couldn’t spare any manpower. Even though her words sometimes sounded unpleasant, she was cold-faced and soft-hearted, and this slave has long been used to it.”
Feng Ziying smiled and said no more. It was hard to say whether Wang Xifeng was cold-hearted or soft-hearted. In the book "A Dream of Red Mansions", Jia Rui was punished to death, and they said she was cruel, but in fact she was just a broken heart in winter.
He just teased Jia Rui by making a basin of urine and excrement. Jia Rui fell into it himself, lost his mind and thought about it day and night, and finally died of illness. There was no one to blame.
However, this Wang Xifeng is indeed a real person. He teases or even seduces her, and she is happy with it. But if Jia Rui does this, you will only get spit on your face.
"Well, you defended Sister Feng very well. No wonder she can't leave you for a moment." Feng Ziying said smoothly.
Feng Ziying's words also touched some of Ping'er's thoughts. It seems that the second mistress is afraid that she will take root in Tianjin in the past two years. She has vaguely revealed this meaning a few days ago. She wants to smoothen the factory here.
He will leave Tianjin and return to Beijing. The speaker is unintentional, but Ping'er is interested in the listener.
She is already in her early twenties, a real old girl. She has lost her future and status with Wang Xifeng, so that's it. But Uncle Feng has agreed to take her in, but what does it mean to stay in Tianjin Wei all the time?
After leaving Beijing, at least in a city, you can usually come and go. In Tianjin and Wei, how many times can you come here in a year?
Besides, Ping'er was loyal to Wang Xifeng, so she couldn't help but think about it for herself. Now that Wang Xifeng had a daughter and a son, Qiao Jie was just fine, and now she also had Huzi, so she would basically have no worries for the rest of her life.
As long as the uncle pampers her, it's not impossible that she can have another child, but what about herself?
The second mistress has long thought of not marrying again, and she has raised Hu Zi with peace of mind. What will this woman with no children do in the future? So Ping'er is also thinking about this in her heart. If Uncle Feng accepts her, what will happen to her?
You must seize the time to get pregnant. Anyway, both the Rongguo Mansion and the Feng Mansion are vaguely aware of the ambiguous relationship between Uncle Feng and herself. At this time, Ping'er naturally doesn't care about being ashamed. He just accepts it.
So what if I want to give birth to a son for my father? So what if my surname is not Feng? Besides, Ping'er still has trust in Feng Ziying's character. As long as she is his son, she will never treat her badly in the future.
My own two sons,...
Ping'er's thoughts were running wild for a while, and he actually became a little crazy.
Seeing that Ping'er didn't speak for a long time, and didn't even try to cover up his hand that was digging into the hem of her clothes, Feng Ziying was also a little surprised. She tilted her head and glanced at the pretty face leaning on her shoulder, only to see that her face was blurred and full of confusion.
The look on his face that is full of thoughts is really pitiful.
"What's the matter, Ping'er?" Feng Ziying didn't take the opportunity to steal the fragrance, but simply picked her up and sat in her arms, "You looked worried. You were fine just now, but suddenly you are full of worry?"
Ping'er shook his head, trying to put away all the previous annoyances, and said in a manly voice: "Master, it's nothing. Is there ever a time when this person doesn't have any worries?"
"Oh, what are you worrying about? Why don't you talk to me and let me share the burden for you? I am known as a think tank in Beijing, comparable to Zhuge Kongming. If you want to resolve your worries, why don't you have someone at your fingertips?" Feng Ziying was very happy.
I like to hold a woman in my arms like this and tell jokes. This is the most relaxing and comfortable time. The nephrite is warm and fragrant in my arms, and my cheeks are rosy and my temples are green. This is the so-called happy life, and I am drunk in the lap of a beautiful woman.
"It's nothing,..." Ping'er smiled and shook his head, "It's all the little things of my daughter's family,..."
"Hey, I just like to hear your little things, Ping'er. This is as beautiful as Zhang Chang's thrush. Other men won't understand the beauty of it..." Feng Ziying hugged Ping'er tighter and tighter,
The skin of the two people was touching, especially Ping'er's plump buttocks which was sitting on Feng Ziying's vital area. These soft words made Feng Ziying even more distracted and angry, and her high-spirited position intentionally or unintentionally moved towards the crack of Ping'er's buttocks.
Got it together.
How could Ping'er not feel this passionate love? But she had been separated from Feng Ziying for so long, and she was also a woman of flesh and blood, with emotions and desires. Feng Ziying loved her, so why didn't she look forward to her lover's favor? If Wang Xifeng hadn't been there next door,
So what if she just gave her body to him immediately?
As soon as the hand was slightly loosened, the devil's palm that had been rubbing at the waist got in and climbed up the jade mound under the bellyband. Suppressing the itch in his heart, Ping'er changed his position to avoid accidentally misfiring the gun.
, also said: "This slave has long made up his mind that he will be born as a member of the Feng family and die as a ghost of the Feng family. Just now, it was just a temporary feeling and a little touch."
Seeing that Ping'er was speaking with some emotion, Feng Ziying couldn't be more wanton. She took her hand back and whispered in Ping'er's ear: "What feelings do you have? What did I say just now? Well, I said Sister Feng can't live without you for a moment, huh?"
, what are you worried about? Are you worried that Sister Feng is busy with business and refuses to return to the capital, so you will have less time to see me? "
Feng Ziying was so smart that she guessed what Ping'er was thinking at once. Ping'er didn't hide it and nodded: "I'm almost twenty-one years old. If grandma wants to stay here for two years, wouldn't I?
By the time we are twenty-three or four, where in the world is there a woman who is still alone with her sister-in-law? At grandma's age, Qiaojie and her son are all walking around on the ground, and now there is a tiger, but grandma is only six years older than the slave.
That’s all.”
Hearing Ping'er mention Sister Qiao with a worried look on his face, Feng Ziying immediately understood and a mysterious smile appeared on her face, "I understand, Ping'er also wants to give birth to a son for me?"
Ping'er sat up straight and looked directly at Feng Ziying, "That's what I think. Do you agree?"
Feng Ziying was a little confused, why couldn't she agree to this? Was she still worried that she couldn't afford to support her? But she immediately realized that Ping'er was definitely not worried about this, and immediately said seriously: "Don't say one, just two or three.
As long as you can give birth to Ping'er, I'm still looking forward to having more children. The Feng family has few heirs, so I'm looking forward to having more children. My son and daughter all like me, so they all have to follow my surname of Feng, not Wang..."
The stone in Ping'er's heart suddenly dropped, her emotions surged, her cheeks were flushed, her charming eyes were as silky, and her eyes were full of eyes. She wished she could squeeze her body into Feng Ziying's body, and her plump buttocks sitting on Feng Ziying even twisted a few times.
, which made Feng Ziying almost explode.
"Little hoof, if you continue to torment me like this, I will punish you on the spot." Feng Ziying held back her desire and pinched the opponent's fleshy mounds hard, and then said bitterly: "This time
Come, I will take you in, even the King of Heaven and I can’t stop you!"
This chapter has been completed!