Chapter 19 Under the Quilt

　　The house leakage was a rainy night. 　　Ren Hao's mind was all over Aunt Rong's soft and charming body, when suddenly, his right hand was grabbed by someone and froze, dragging his arm out of the quilt, catching him off guard. 　　Ren Hao and Fan Qirong both had a feeling that their souls were scattered. 　　Fortunately, Ren Hao's small hand was still white and delicate, and Zhuo Yuzhen didn't seem to notice any difference, and continued to pat "Auntie Rong's" tender hand one by one in a long and serious way: "These words have been held in big sister's heart for a long time, and it's really not easy for me not to vomit them out, but Qirong, you tell me, how do you really intend to do it in your heart, and why aren't you anxious about it? I'm in a hurry." 　　"Big sister ......," Fan Qirong bitterly called out, obviously, not quite wanting to answer this question. 　　Zhuo Yanqin smashed his mouth with a worried frown: "You don't mind my sister's annoyance, your father left early, in Feng Yang you only have our family relatives left, for me, you are my own sister, you say, I don't open up for you, who is in charge of it ah, this matter has been disturbing me, I can't even sleep well, Qirong, today you must tell my sister." 　　This seems to be a common problem for women in their forties, who love to take care of things and talk a lot. 　　Ren Hao even suspected that his mom had entered menopause. 　　That said, ahem, can you let go of me first, if it continues like this, it will be exposed! 　　Fan Qirong trembling with the activity of a mature female body, the words between some difficult to say the flavor: "Big sister, I really do not think how, well, or we say at night, then I will tell you, now forget it." A lotus root arm slowly went to the bottom, put Ren Hao's body against some, in order to not let him rub against himself if anything. 　　Right now, this kind of feeling of not going up and down made Fan Qirong feel so uncomfortable that she seemed to be going crazy. 　　Ren Hao knew that the reason why Fan Qirong didn't tell her mother was because she was afraid she would hear it, but the more this happened, the more Ren Hao couldn't hold back his curiosity, and he put up his two little thieving ears to listen hard. 　　Zhuo Yanqin naturally also heard some clues, step by step pressed: "There is no one else here, why do you have to wait for the night ah, quick, tell big sister." Seeing her coy appearance, her mother's eyes gently glared at her: "Sister is still consumed with you today, if you don't tell me, sister won't leave." 　　Uh, mom is playing a rogue, oh my god, you can't stay, I'm dying of heat! 　　Fan Qirong forcibly suppressed her gasping breaths, and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, "Okay, I'll say it, I'll say it." Fan Qirong was defeated by the soft-pedaling Zhuo Yuchen, crying and laughing, "The reason for not looking for an object is mainly because there is no suitable person, I like that kind of natural and natural feeling, if I think it's okay, and he also thinks it's okay, it's not unavoidable to go out with him, but right now, I haven't encountered this kind of person yet." 　　Zhuo Yanqin frowned without saying anything, and after a long time, a sentence popped out, "Are you asking for too much?" 　　"That's not true, alas, feeling this kind of thing, indefinable, I can't explain it for a while." At this moment, Fan Qirong suddenly realized that Zhuoyuqin's attention was focused on herself, so she quickly grabbed Ren Hao's palm from Zhuoyuqin's hand and violently threw it under the quilt, then folded back her left hand and sent it to Zhuoyuqin's palm. 　　Ren Hao, who regained his right hand, breathed a sigh of relief. 　　"It's not right, it's not right." Zhuo Yuchen didn't notice the small movements of the two, she stared at Fan Qirong's eyes tightly, "Don't think that Sis doesn't know, those people chasing after you, you don't even look at them squarely, how does it look like you're looking for a feeling ah, don't lie to Sis, tell the truth quickly." Zhuo Yanqin then threw down a heavy bomb: "I can talk to his brother-in-law, let him give you to find an object, when there are good conditions, you have to give me to go." 　　"Don't." Fan Qirong is grateful and uncertain, pondered for a moment, helplessly hooked up a bitter smile: "Well, I'll be honest with you, in fact, I prefer men with culture and knowledge, well, in other words, if possible, I want to find a writer with the same profession as me." 　　Zhuo Yuzhen shook her head repeatedly, "Look at those male writers on TV, which one of them is not bald and gray?" 　　"So yeah, I'm not considering it for now." Fan Qirong's eyes showed a rare hint of yearning, "I want to start my own business first, open a publishing house to run it, and take my time about getting married." 　　Ren Hao's eyes rolled, so Aunt Rong's goal was to open a publishing house, but it seemed a bit unreliable to think about private industry now, right? 　　For one thing, opening a publishing house would require huge funds, and for another, the vetting procedures would not be easy to do, if there was no one above, how could it be approved? 　　It's too difficult! 　　No wonder Auntie Rong didn't get married after nine years. 　　However, Auntie Rong said she appreciates writers, is she considering writing a book too? 　　"How free it is to write books, why do you have to open a publishing house?" 　　"Oh, actually I just want to give myself a goal to strive for." 　　After, the sisters had a long discussion around this topic. 　　Ren Hao, on the other hand, was troubled by another new problem! 　　The saliva couldn't be stored anymore! 　　The saliva in his mouth, under the effect of Auntie Rong's ripe and charming and attractive female body, was secreted very quickly, accumulating more and more. You say save it, it will probably irritate the throat and cough out reflexively. Swallowing is also not possible, the mother is beside her, the sisters are still talking very softly, the slightest ringing will attract the attention of the mother, so that the previous work is lost! 　　Half a mouthful of saliva just strolled around in her mouth, in danger of collapsing at any moment! 　　Seeing that the two were chatting energetically, Ren Hao clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, and in desperation, he made a move that made Auntie Rong's horrified color change - spitting! 　　About one or two pieces of saliva flowed out slowly and sheepishly between Ren Hao's lightly opened mouth, straight down, dripping onto Aunt Rong's front body, the saliva slowly flowing towards the concave area under the effect of gravity ...... 　　On the neck, inside the collarbone, and by the two ribs, all were invaded by a few strands of saliva. 　　At the same time, Fan Qirong's petite body was taut for a while, and she pinched Ren Hao fiercely under the quilt in a slightly angry manner. My little ancestor, what the hell are you doing, big sister is right next to me! 　　Ren Hao couldn't say what he was doing. 　　Auntie Rong! I, I really didn't mean it! 　　Saliva slid over her body, swept out a hint of itchy feeling, while Fan Qirong did not move to speak with Zhuo Yuchen, she subconsciously stretched out a heel of her index finger, put it into her sandalwood mouth with a mesmerized look, and tightly held it in her mouth. 　　Even Fan Qirong didn't know why she made this action of holding her finger. With all the external factors, Fan Qirong's whole body was in an unprecedented weird state. 　　All she could do was to suck on the tip of the finger, in order to prevent the moans that came out of her throat from falling into other people's ears.