As soon as the food was served, the fragrance hit Chu Fan's face.
The steaming chicken noodle soup was placed in front of him, the noodles were chewy, and there were a few pieces of shiny chicken floating in the soup, as well as chopped coriander and shredded ginger, just looking at it made people appetizing.
"Aunt Qin did it."
Shen Rulan said softly while handing the bowl.
Chu Fan nodded, and remembered this person in his heart.
This Aunt Qin is an old helper invited by the family, in her early fifties, not tall, with a round waist and wide arms, shiny black skin, and heavy steps when walking.
But she was quick, and as soon as she entered the kitchen, the pots and pans seemed to talk to her.
As soon as the food came out of the pot, the whole house was fragrant.
Simple and rough, but a real "family member".
Chu Fan put the noodles in his mouth, and as soon as the soup touched his lips, the whole person was burned and trembled, but it was the kind of comfort that had not been seen for a long time.
He suddenly remembered the bowl of bland plain noodles at dinner, and suddenly felt tasteless. That can't be called food, that's about to happen.
Real rice is fragrant, satisfying your taste buds, and satisfying to eat.
But the atmosphere at the dinner table was not warm.
Father-in-law Song Chenglan's face was still cold, and he never looked at him.
The same is true for his wife Song Zhiyao.
On the contrary, Song Zhiyu seemed to not notice the cold atmosphere at all.
She was nestled in a chair, her noodle eating posture was very casual, her legs were slanted, and her whole body seemed to be trapped.
The black T on her body was crumpled by her, and the hem of her clothes was raised to faintly reveal a section of white and tender skin at the base of her thighs.
Halfway through eating, she lowered her head and sucked her face, the T-shirt collapsed, and the pair of soft flesh on her chest was curved by the fabric, full of flesh.
The fabric pressed against her breasts, and as she swallowed, the outline of the nipples at the top of the twin peaks was stretched very clearly, and even a little bulging shape could be seen.
Chu Fan looked away calmly, his throat tightened slightly, his breathing stagnated slightly, and the noodles he had just picked up almost slipped off.
He hurriedly swallowed a sip of soup, his throat tightened, and he almost choked.
Before he could cough, a white and slender hand had already handed the water glass to him first.
Shen Rulan stood beside him, the silk skirt on her body was tightly pressed against her body, outlining her uneven curves at a glance, especially the pair of full twin peaks on her chest, which became more and more erect under her slight leaning over.
The fabric was smooth against her breasts, and the silhouette was full and soft, and it swayed slightly with her movements, as if it was about to peek out of her thin clothes.
"Eat slowly."
She said softly, her voice gentle, "Don't choke." "
"Thank you, Mom!"
Chu Fan took the water, and the moment his fingertips touched her fingers, it seemed that an electric current came from her soft and delicate fingertips.
Fingers are soft and slippery!
Chu Fan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously glanced at her.
Shen Rulan was still smiling, gentle as water, and did not notice Chu Yu's abnormality.
After having a late-night snack, my sister-in-law Song Zhiyu wiped her mouth and returned to her room with a smoke.
His wife Song Zhiyao carried the box she brought to the study on the second floor.
Originally, my father-in-law still had the habit of watching the news at night, but after taking a look at Chu Fan, he actually went back to the bedroom early.
So, in the huge living room, only Chu Fan and Shen Rulan were left.
The light and shadow of the TV jumped gently on the wall, and the sofa was quiet.
Shen Rulan leaned on the corner of the sofa, one calf crossed on her knees, exposing her white ankles and round knee sockets, and the whole person exuded an inadvertent lazy style.
She glanced sideways at Chu Fan, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Xiaofan, Zhiyao has a cold temperament, and he is a criminal police team again, so don't take some things to heart." "
Chu Fan paused, shook his head and smiled: "I'm used to it, she's like this, in fact, I have understood it for a long time." "
Shen Rulan looked at him, the smile on her lips did not dissipate, and she said softly: "Xiaofan... If you are tired, rest early, although you are ... But this is your home, so you don't have to be so detained! "
Although the mother-in-law didn't say that word, Chu Fan knew what she was talking about, smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not tired." "
"Hmm!"
Shen Rulan smiled, lowered her head and took a sip of water, her warm lips were touched and separated from the rim of the cup, and her movements were elegant.
She lightly put the water glass back on the coffee table, her shoulders tilted slightly, her eyes lowered and smiled, and a few strands of hair slipped down on her forehead, sticking to her white cheeks, which was a little softer, with a bit of the charm of a mature woman.
After a while,
Shen Rulan said softly: "Xiaofan, it's getting late... Mom went to bed first. "
"Okay Mom, you've worked hard too, rest early."
Chu Fan turned to look at her and nodded.
"Well, you can wash up and go to bed early." She smiled and nodded.
After saying that, she stood up, her silk skirt swaying gently with the movement, and the silky fabric clung to her skin, outlining her mature and plump figure, with a full chest, a slender waist, and a round and high buttocks.
Especially when walking, the waist and hip curves rise and fall, the thin waist is tightened, and the back hem gently slides against the round buttocks, which makes Chu Fan's throat tight and his lower body jumps.
She pulled the long hair scattered on her shoulders behind her ears, exposing a delicate collarbone on the side of her neck, glanced at Chu Fan gently before turning around, and said softly: "Talk to Zhiyao well at night, I have been married for three years, and I have to talk about what I should say, and she can listen to it." "
"I know, Mom!"
Shen Rulan nodded: "Hmm! "
Then he walked slowly upstairs.
Not long after, the bathroom light at the end of the corridor turned on, and there was a slight sound of water, intermittently, like a continuous spring rain hitting the window, dense and provocative.
Chu Fan, who was sitting in the living room downstairs, vaguely heard the sound, and unconsciously looked in the direction of the bathroom on the second floor.
In my mind, that picture somehow came to mind -
The bathroom lights were sprinkled on the slippery tiles, and the mother-in-law stood under the shower, shedding her clothes, and her plump and fair body was naked in the light, revealing inch by inch.
The hot water slowly flowed down her shoulders and down her collarbone over her chest, and the pair of towering and plump breasts trembled slightly with the water, her nipples looked red and erect in the light, and there were a few water droplets hanging from the top, drooling.
She lowered her head and picked up the shower gel, rubbed her palms on her chest, and gently shook her nipples.
The water continued to flow down, bypassing her slender waistline and sliding down her lower abdomen to the base of her thighs, where there was a thin waterline between her soft labia, winding down against the seam of her legs and disappearing between the crooks of her knees.
She lifted one foot slightly and placed it on the stool, leaning forward to wash her legs, so that her whole buttocks were tight, her curves were as full as ripe peaches, and her skin was glowing with light water.
Chu Fan sat downstairs, knowing that he couldn't see anything upstairs, but the sound of dense water coming from the bathroom hit his heart.
His throat was dry, he couldn't help but close his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled to hold his breath, and his crotch had already swollen quietly, so hard that it was hot, and the fabric was tight, and even the blue veins on his skin and flesh bulged.
The picture became clearer and clearer, and it involuntarily came to my mind -
She knelt on the bath bench, her buttocks tight, her buttocks slightly open, and the waterline flowed down the labia, falling on the white porcelain drop by drop...
He subconsciously clamped his legs, his whole body was tense, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that the people upstairs would hear the movement and come down to see his ugliness.
But the more you press your uncle, the more you can't suppress it.
It was his wife's mother, an elder who was gentle to him, but he was here, fantasizing about her body, her movements, and her appearance in the bath over and over again.
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