Chapter 26 Wu Wanqing’s Thoughts

In the bathroom.

The washing machine is humming.

But that wasn't the reason why he was stunned.

After entering the bathroom, Wen Yan discovered that there was not only one kind of sound in the bathroom.

It's just that the "buzzing" sound of the washing machine covered up the inconspicuous "buzzing" sound.

As soon as he pushed open the half-open door, he saw a plump and exquisite curve, blinding the eyes of the intruder...

"Bang!"

Wen Yan turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door wisely. He felt that his conscience had been challenged like never before.

He chanted silently in his heart over and over again: "Momonosuke must die, Momonosuke must die!"

Use this to warn yourself about the bottom line of being a human being.

Wen Yan was actually a little angry.

This woman really doesn't take children seriously and doesn't even close the door when doing this kind of thing.

Is this something children can watch?

Could you please give me a mosaic?

Looking at the closed door, thinking of the blush on the child's face just now, Wu Wanqing smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Her daughter is already an adult, so naturally she won't be shy about this kind of thing.

Besides, children as young as five or six years old can only understand something superficial at most, but how deep can they understand?

In the living room.

Wen Yan shook his head and removed the long-legged brain from his mind. This was not something he should think about at his age.

"Little guy, little guy."

Wen Yan was still calming down the throbbing in his heart when Wu Wanqing's voice suddenly came from the bathroom.

Wen Yan tried his best to control the fluctuations in his voice: "Aunt Wu, what's wrong?"

"Auntie's clothes have been washed. Go to Luo Qi's room and help Auntie get a set of her clothes." A woman's voice came from the bathroom again.

"Auntie, how can I give it to you?"

After a few seconds, a woman's voice came from the bathroom:

"If you want to send it to Auntie, Auntie won't mind."

Wen Yan quickly refused and said, "Let's forget it."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, just hand it over to Auntie." Wu Wanqing stopped joking.

"Auntie, I'm going back to the room. You should still wear your bathrobe and go find some clothes in Sister Luo Qi's room." Wen Yan said and walked to the room.

He also reminded: "The bathrobe on the shelf belongs to Sister Luo Qi."

After entering the second bedroom, Wen Yan closed the door loudly to remind Wu Wanqing that he was not joking and had really returned to the room.

Wen Yan wouldn't give her clothes. Even if he handed them in through the crack in the door, it would be quite embarrassing.

Besides, my mind is that of an adult. If I were to ask him to look for clothes in a girl's closet, wouldn't that be a perversion?

After all, some clothes are very personal.

After a while.

Wen Yan heard the bathroom door ring, and it seemed that Wu Wanqing followed his advice.

This also made Wen Yan relax.

At least, he doesn't have to do things that challenge the moral bottom line.

Although, this kind of thing may be very exciting, many people may also feel jealous.

But he still has to live with Wang Luoqi for a long time.

He didn't want to ruin this warm and beautiful atmosphere.

A few minutes later.

Wu Wanqing's voice came from outside: "Little guy, Auntie has changed, you can come out."

Wen Yan opened the door a crack and saw that Wu Wanqing had really changed his clothes, so he opened the door and walked out.

The woman in the living room changed out of her cheongsam and put on her daughter's dress, which made her feel less alienated.

At this time, Wu Wanqing was wearing a light blue dress, which may be a little small in size, but also highlighted the charming curves of her figure.

When Wu Wanqing wears a cheongsam, she gives people the impression of being noble and elegant, and the atmosphere around her is a bookish one.

When she puts on a dress, it gives people the visual impact of a young and beautiful woman, as ripe as a peach, which is particularly sultry.

"Auntie, are these Sister Luo Qi's clothes?" Wen Yan was a little surprised.

Wang Luoqi's dressing style has always been mature and capable. Why would she buy such a dress?

"My aunt bought this for her when she was shopping. It looks like she hasn't worn it yet." Wu Wanqing took off the label on her clothes, with a bitter look in her eyes.

Wen Yan didn't dare to answer this, so he could only change the subject: "Auntie, you look really good in this dress."

"Hey, your little mouth is quite sweet."

"No wonder Luo Qi loves you so much."

Wu Wanqing was a little annoyed. She looked at Wen Yan and smoothed her damp hair and said:

"Little guy, come here and blow-dry Auntie's hair. It's not very convenient for me to blow-dry myself. I didn't blow-dry it just now."

Drying hair was not a small problem. After picking up the hair dryer, Wen Yan walked to the sofa and motioned for Wu Wanqing to sit down.

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't refuse, Wu Wanqing scraped his little nose, which seemed very intimate.

When Wen Yan started to move, she took out her phone again, switched to camera mode, looked at Wen Yan and said:

"Little guy, come and take a photo with us."

"Auntie, let's forget it." Wen Yan quickly shook his head in refusal.

He always felt that Wu Wanqing was acting a little strange today, as if he had some agenda.

Wu Wanqing looked disappointed: "Little guy, do you think your aunt is ugly, so that's why you don't want to take a photo with me?"

"Auntie, I don't." Wen Yan felt a little tired, and the woman started acting again.

"Then why don't you want to take a photo with Auntie?"

Wu Wanqing looked at her self-pityingly and said, "Yes, my aunts are almost forty-year-old women. You must dislike my aunts for being old."

Faced with such a drama queen, what can Wen Yan do?

He could only choose to lie down.

Seeing Wen Yan's acquiescence, Wu Wanqing immediately pointed her fingers and began to take pictures from various angles.

During the filming, she also made many intimate moves with Wen Yan.

For those who didn’t know, they thought they were mother and son.

After taking ten or twenty photos in a row, Wu Wanqing put away her phone and asked Wen Yan to continue blow-drying her hair.

When the hair was 90% dry, Wen Yan stopped. Blowing it too dry would be bad for the hair quality.

"Auntie, it's done. I put the hair dryer back in the bathroom." Wen Yan said hello and went to the bathroom.

Looking at Wen Yan's back, Wu Wanqing's lips curved into a meaningful smile.

She took out her mobile phone, found the photos she had just taken from the photo album, selected the nine most intimate pictures, and then uploaded them to Moments.

She also added:

"My son helped me dry my hair. The little guy is so sensible!"

And the permissions she set are: only Wang Luoqi can see it!

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