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It rained all night long.

Ren Hao was all in mind on Aunt Rong's soft body. Suddenly, his right hand was grabbed and he dragged his arm out of the quilt and caught him off guard.

Ren Hao and Fan Qirong all feel like they are scattered.

Fortunately, Ren Hao's little hands were still white and delicate, and Zhuo Yuqin seemed to not notice anything unusual. She continued to slap "Aunt Rong"'s tender hands with earnestness: "These words have been held in my heart for a long time, I really can't vomit. Qirong, tell me what are your plans in your heart, why are you not in a hurry?"

"Sister..." Fan Qirong called out bitterly, obviously, she didn't really want to answer this question.

Zhuo Yuqin smashed her mouth with a frown: "Don't bother me. Your dad left early. In Fengyang, you are the only relatives left in our family. To me, you are my real sister. You said, I won't arrange it for you, who will take care of it? This matter has been making trouble for me and I can't sleep well. Qirong, you must tell my sister today."

Love to do things and chatter, this seems to be a common problem for women who are upwards in their forties.

Ren Hao even suspected that his mother had entered menopause.

By the way, ahem, can you let go of me first and then continue like this, it’s time to lose the filling!

Fan Qirong moved her mature female body tremblingly, and there was a bit of annoying smell in her words: "Sister, I really didn't think much, well, why don't we talk about it later, I will tell you then, let's forget it now." A lotus root arm slowly stretched down and pressed Ren Hao's body against him so that he would not rub against him without any hesitation.

Now this feeling of being neither up nor down makes Fan Qirong feel so uncomfortable that she seems to be going crazy.

Ren Hao knew that the reason why Fan Qirong didn't tell her mother was because she was afraid that she would hear it. But the more she did this, the more she couldn't help but be curious, and raised her two thief-like little ears and listened hard.

Zhuo Yuqin naturally also heard some clues and pressed step by step: "There is no one here, why do you have to wait for the evening? Hurry up, tell my elder sister." Seeing her timid appearance, my mother glared at her gently: "Sister is still consuming with you today. If you don't talk, I won't leave."

Uh, mom is playing a scoundrel. Oh my god, don’t leave, I’m almost dying of heat!

Fan Qirong suppressed the gradually rapid gasping sound, and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Okay, I said, I said it's not okay?" Fan Qirong was defeated by Zhuo Yuqin, who was so tough, and said in a daze: "The reason why I didn't find a partner is mainly because there is no suitable person. I like the feeling of letting go of it and being natural. If I think it's okay, he also thinks it's okay, then dating is not a bad idea, but now, I haven't met such a person yet."

Zhuo Yuqin frowned and said nothing, and after a while, a sentence popped out: "Are you too high a requirement?"

"That's not, alas, I feel that this kind of thing is unexplainable, and I can't explain it for a while." At this time, Fan Qirong suddenly found that Zhuo Yuqin's attention was all focused on her, so she quickly grabbed Ren Hao's palm from Zhuo Yuqin's hand, threw it under the quilt, then turned back to her left hand, and sent it to Zhuo Yuqin's palm.

Ren Hao, who regained his right hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, no." Zhuo Yuqin did not notice the little movements of the two. She stared at Fan Qirong's eyes: "Don't think that sister doesn't know. You don't even look at the people chasing you, and it doesn't look like you are looking for a feeling. Don't lie to my sister, tell the truth." Zhuo Yuqin then threw down another bombshell: "I told his uncle that he would find a partner for you. If there are good conditions at that time, you have to go there for me."

"No." Fan Qirong was grateful and confused. She pondered for a moment, but couldn't help but curl up a bitter smile: "Okay, let me tell you the truth. Actually, I prefer men with cultivation and knowledge. Well, in other words, if possible, I want to find a writer with the same profession as me."

Zhuo Yuqin shook her head repeatedly: "Who are you watching the male writers on TV who are not bald and bald?"

"So, I haven't considered it for the time being." Fan Qirong's eyes rarely showed a hint of yearning: "I want to start my own business first, start a publishing house to run it, and let's talk about marriage later."

Ren Hao's eyes turned around. It turned out that Aunt Rong's goal was to open a publishing house, but now she wants to run a private industry, it seems a bit unreliable, right?

First, opening a publishing house requires huge funds. Second, the review procedures are not easy to handle. If there is no one on the top, how can it be approved?

Too difficult!

No wonder Aunt Rong didn’t get married nine years later.

However, Aunt Rong said that she admires writers, did she consider writing books?

"Writing books is so free, why do you have to open a publishing house?"

"Haha, actually I just want to give myself a goal to strive for."

Later, the sisters had a long discussion on this topic.

But Ren Hao was troubled by another new problem!

I can't save saliva!

The saliva in the mouth is secreted quickly under the influence of Aunt Rong's seductive female body, and it accumulates more and more. You say that you can accumulate it, it may irritate the throat and cough out with a conditioned reflex. It is not possible to swallow it. The mother is right beside her, and the sisters are still talking very lightly. A slight noise will attract the mother's attention, and all the previous efforts will be wasted!

Half of the saliva is wandering around in her mouth, and there is a danger of collapse at any time!

Seeing that the two were chatting enthusiastically, Ren Hao gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He was desperate and made an act that made Aunt Rong discolored - vomit!

About one or two of saliva flowed out slowly and continuously through Ren Hao's mouth, straight down, dripping to Aunt Rong's predecessor. Under the action of gravity, the saliva slowly flowed into the depression...

The neck, inside the collarbone, and on both ribs are all occupied by a few strands of saliva.

At the same time, Fan Qirong's delicate body tensed up, and she pinched Ren Hao under the quilt with a little anger. My little ancestor, what are you doing? My elder sister is right next to you!

Ren Hao has no choice but to express his suffering.

Aunt Rong! I, I didn’t mean it!

The saliva slid across the body, and a trace of itchy feeling came out. Fan Qirong was talking to Zhuo Yuqin quietly, and subconsciously stretched out her index finger, put it in the sandalwood mouth with a blurred look, and held it tightly.

Even Fan Qirong didn't know why she made this finger-holding action. Under various external factors, Fan Qirong's whole body was in an unprecedentedly strange state.

All she could do was to suck her fingers so that the moans that were about to burst out from her throat would fall into other people's ears.

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Chapter completed!