"Hey!" Song Chuchu saw Yao Ze looking at him directly, her charming face turned red and she called softly. [:

Yao Ze came back to his senses, "Oh, I'm so fascinated by thinking about things." Yao Ze slapped his head, stood up with a smile, put the book of Houhei Xue back to its original place, and then followed Song Chuchu to the sofa in the living room to have tea.

Song Chuchu made a pot of West Lake Longjing for Yao Ze, handed it to him, poured a cup of boiled water, took a sip, and placed the cup on the glass coffee table. She asked Yao Ze with a smile: "Is the new environment working smooth?"

Yao Ze smiled and said, "It's great. The leaders over there take good care of me, and it's going well now."

"Well, it's good to go well." Song Chuchu pursed her lips and said with a slight slightest: "I really didn't expect that I would actually be promoted to the department level in two years. This is something I never expected." A hint of comforting smile appeared on her charming and charming face, and she said softly: "I believe that your future achievements will definitely be after your Uncle Chen. You will work hard and let your sister go out to brag. Have a governor's younger brother so majestic!"

"Governor?" Yao Ze smiled bitterly, "Sister Chuchu, you really look down on me. Do you think the governor can be an individual? There are tens of millions of cadres in the national mixed system, and there are only twenty or thirty governors. This probability..."

"This is not a matter of chance. If you have the ability, you can do it. If a department-level cadre in his twenties does not make mistakes, he will have the potential to be a provincial and ministerial level." Song Chuchu said with a smile.

"I'll try to run to that position." Yao Ze smiled bitterly, and then asked Song Chuchu: "Uncle Chen has no health problems recently, right?"

Actually, there is nothing wrong with asking this, but Song Chuchu felt a little embarrassed when she heard it. Chen Jiangming could no longer have sex. Yao Ze knew this. Yao Ze asked such a question and it would easily make Song Chuchu feel ambiguity, and her charming face turned red unnaturally.

Afraid that Yao Ze would notice the blush on her face, Song Chuchu kept looking at her pretty face, and a strand of hair blocked her side face, and then said softly: "It's nothing serious about your body. As long as you don't stay up late, don't..." Speaking of this, Song Chuchu stopped suddenly, and the words "No," Song Chuchu naturally couldn't say it calmly in front of Yao Ze.

Yao Ze also felt that this question was very awkward, so he coughed twice, stopped the topic, and looked at Song Chuchu with a smile.

Seeing Yao Ze’s eyes turning around, Song Chuchu was ashamed and angry as she was mixed with some unexplained feelings. She glanced at Yao Ze with a angrily voice and said in a gentle voice: “What are you looking at?”

Yao Ze drank some wine and felt that he was very brave. He even opened his mouth happily and said, "Sister Chuchu, you are becoming more and more charming, and I am almost fascinated by you." The wine is so courageous that he is not afraid at first, but after drinking, he becomes even more courageous.

Song Chuchu glared at Yao Ze with some shame and annoyance, looked at the guest room with some guilt, and said angrily: "Now your courage is getting fatter and fatter. Even I dare to tease you. Be careful that your Uncle Chen will deal with you."

Yao Ze said with a depressed look: "Is it wrong to say you are beautiful?"

"Is there something wrong!" Song Chuchu pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't comment on me in the future, don't you hear it, otherwise..." Song Chuchu raised her hand, but slowly let it go back, sighed quietly, and said, "I really can't do anything to you. Such a big man is still like a child."

"Do you think of me as a child?" Yao Ze's eyes widened depressedly.

Song Chuchu showed a pretty smile on her charming and charming face, "In my eyes, you are just a child!"

"But, you are not much older than me! You are just a little higher in seniority."

Song Chuchu raised her eyebrows and smiled angrily: "By seniority, you have to call me auntie. I think you can call me auntie in the future, so as not to be too big or small."

"That won't happen." Yao Ze smiled, "I still like to call you sister." As he said that, his eyes fell on Song Chuchu's slender legs again.

In fact, the two were a little ambiguous when they first met. At that time, Chen Jiangming had not shown any concern for Yao Ze. Yao Ze was not burdened, was young and fearless, and he wanted to possess the woman he liked. Song Chuchu's appearance deeply attracted Yao Ze. For this reason, he tossed and turned for many days and nights. In Yao Ze's temptation, he actually knew that Song Chuchu's feelings for him were not just a simple "sibling and brother". From the later contact, Yao Ze could obviously feel Song Chuchu's loneliness and unbearable.

People have physical needs, and saints are no exception. How could Song Chuchu, a widowed woman, not lonely?

If there was no such gap as Chen Jiangming, the insurmountable gap, the two of them would have been frightened by the sky and the earth.

"Sister Chuchu." Yao Ze called out softly, his eyes shifted from Song Chuchu's white and tender thighs to his charming pretty face, and his eyes were staring at her, as if he wanted to melt her.

Song Chuchu saw ** in Yao Ze's eyes. She was so nervous that her pretty face was blushing and could bleed. She quickly picked up the cup on the coffee table, took a sip of tea, calmed down, and then calmed herself down, but she still didn't dare to look at Yao Ze, but just lowered her head slightly and nodded gently.

"Are you still lonely now?" Yao Ze asked softly.

"Ah?" Song Chuchu raised her head inexplicably and looked at Yao Ze in confusion.

Yao Ze smiled and said, "Didn't you always complain to me before that Uncle Chen often doesn't go home and is bored at home alone? Do you still feel that way now?"

"Who is complaining, don't talk nonsense." Song Chuchu glanced at Yao Ze, stopped denying it, and then said with a smile: "Xiaoze, it's getting late, look..."

Yao Ze understood what Song Chuchu meant. She was already a little panicked and couldn't calm down and chatted with Yao Ze normally, so she thought about giving an order to expel the guest.

Yao Ze looked at the time and said deliberately: "It's still early. When I got back, there was no one at home. Let's chat with me for a while."

Song Chuchu's mature and charming face showed a hint of coquettishness and dissatisfaction, "But I'm tired and want to sleep!"

"I'm tired, I'll lend you my shoulder to lean on you." Yao Ze smiled and patted his shoulder.

"The more I talk, the less I am going to say it." Song Chuchu stood up from the sofa, pulled down the hem of the short skirt, and then said with charm: "I don't care about you anymore, please call yourself." After that, he went to the bedroom.

Yao Ze was slightly stunned. He really left himself here alone?

After a while, the bedroom door was opened again. Song Chuchu walked out with a white pajama in her hand, as if she was afraid that Yao Ze would stare at her, so she quickly went to the bathroom next to her and closed the door gently.

Since Song Chuchu entered the bathroom, Yao Ze's heart has been itchy, and he has the urge to rush into the toilet to see the spring scenery. However, the sound of a hairdryer soon came from the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of the hair dryer stopped, and the bathroom door was gently pushed open. Song Chuchu rolled up her hair with water stains, her charming face was blushing with steam, and she walked out of it with a white nightgown on her body, holding the clothes she had changed.

Seeing Yao Ze still sitting on the sofa, she stopped slightly and said softly with charming and cunning: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"You just want me to leave?" Yao Ze asked with a depressed look on his face.

Song Chuchu was not in a hurry to go back to the bedroom. She put the changed clothes on the chair aside, then sat down next to Yao Ze, tidied up the hem of her nightgown, and then smiled and said, "You haven't come back for so long, why would I drive you away?" Song Chuchu sat next to Yao Ze, letting Yao Ze smell a faint orchid-like fragrance.

Yao Ze couldn't help but sniff his nose gently, and said intoxicatedly: "It smells so good."

Song Chuchu's pretty face turned red again, she glared at Yao Ze with a angrily, and said angrily: "I really ignore you like this, talk to me."

"You are not young anymore, should you think about finding a girlfriend?" Song Chuchu felt that Yao Ze was so interested in him, because he lacked a woman by his side. He was not young, and his hormones increased sharply but could not be released, so he would have thoughts about himself, so he was wondering if he wanted to introduce a partner to Yao Ze.

"Why did you suddenly talk about this?" Yao Ze asked in confusion.

Song Chuchu's charming face turned slightly red, and she pretended to be helpless and said, "As such a big person, how do you look alone? If you don't know, you think you can't find a wife."

"What?" Yao Ze shouted exaggeratedly, and curled his lips disdainfully: "I can't find a girlfriend? I just disdain to find it."

Song Chuchu asked with confusion: "Strange, why don't you bother looking for it?"

Yao Ze looked at Song Chuchu's beautiful face for a while and said, "With a high standard reference like you, it's not that easy to find someone as good as you."

"Sister, will you introduce one to you?" Song Chuchu smiled and said, "You are younger and more beautiful than me."

Yao Ze shook his head in disbelief: "Forget it, I don't want to consider these now."

Song Chuchu shook her head helplessly. Seeing Yao Ze’s tea cup bottom, she wanted to stand up for Yao Ze. However, her legs were curled on the sofa just now, and her legs felt sore and numb. As soon as she got up, she staggered. Yao Ze’s eyes and hands were quick, and she stood up suddenly, blocked her waist, stabilized her body, and then said with concern: “Is it okay?”

Song Chuchu kissed her lips, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, her snow-white teeth bit her red lips, and said in a low voice: "It's crooked to the feet, it hurts so much!"

Yao Ze hugged Song Chuchu's slender and soft waist, helped her to the sofa and sat down, and then said softly: "Let me see."

Song Chuchu raised her little feet to the sofa with a blushing face, secretly glanced at Yao Ze, and said shyly: "You are not a doctor, why are you looking for?"

Yao Ze smiled and said, "Although I can't see it, I can help you rub it. It will be better if you rub it..."

"Yes." Song Chuchu nodded slightly embarrassedly. She was a little afraid of the pain, so she instructed: "Be gentle."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Yao Ze stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Chuchu's delicate and boneless little feet excitedly. He gently rubbed the snow-white instep twice, and then shook it at the joints of the feet a few times. His fingers accidentally scratched Song Chuchu's soles. Song Chuchu was as if he was electrocuted and shouted, "Ah, it was so itchy!"

She stared at Yao Ze with a look of anger and said in a gentle voice: "Boy, you did it on purpose!"

Yao Ze smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Song Chuchu snorted lightly, still feeling a little hurt in her feet, and said, "Please help me to the bedroom."

"It's so troublesome, I'll carry you in." Yao Ze stood up, bowed and hugged Song Chuchu's waist, then put his other hand on the bend of her legs, and hugged her horizontally.

Song Chuchu was afraid of falling, so she couldn't help but hug Yao Ze's neck. A faint orchid fragrance penetrated into Yao Ze's nostrils. He lowered his head slightly and happened to see the snow-white whiteness in Song Chuchu's low-collar nightgown. You could vaguely see the tempting deep milky white groove and the edges of some purple lace underwear under the cleavage...
Chapter completed!