Sisters, please be gentle

No, not a man, just a little boy...

Mrs. Miyamoto felt that her face was getting hot, and she quickly looked away and stared at the food in front of her.

But she didn't realize that when her husband, Chairman Miyamoto, saw her acting like this, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.

"of course can..."

When Udaka Kaixiang's face turned to Mrs. Miyamoto, still slowly introducing his dishes with his gentle and immersive smile and magnetic and soft voice, Mrs. Miyamoto still couldn't help but cast his gaze on On the other person's face, it seemed that the only figure in the world was the young boy in front of him.

Chapter 141 Big, white, and tender

“This dish uses...”

The voice of the little man in front of her was like a small brush, which made Mrs. Miyamoto feel itchy. She couldn't help but want to hold him in her arms, rub and caress him.

Or... being held in the other person's arms...

Mrs. Miyamoto didn't know what scene she thought of, and her body suddenly trembled. A little blush was quickly applied to her originally white face. Her two little hands were tightly crossed in front of her belly, twisting and turning. .

All these reactions were seen by Ugao Haixiang.

[Little Brother Halo] It is really lethal to these aristocratic and beautiful women who are lonely all year round, need someone to comfort them, and feel extremely empty whether psychologically or physically...

Looking at the shy and good-natured appearance of the other party, Yougao Haixiang bent slightly and tried to press the gun.

Chairman Miyamoto, who was standing by, saw his wife's cheerful look. Not only did he not feel angry, but he felt a little excited.

He had never experienced this kind of mentality before. It felt a bit strange, but even more exciting.

Looking at the two people sitting next to him, one was too shy to raise his head, and the other bent down and spoke gently to each other, Chairman Miyamoto felt that this picture was very harmonious for no reason.

After watching it for a while, Chairman Miyamoto felt a little dissatisfied.

Harmony is harmony, but...

A little less exciting...

Chairman Miyamoto was suddenly startled by his sudden thought.

How is this going?

Why such a bizarre idea?

I have always hated the women I have touched being touched by other men...

how now?

Chairman Miyamoto twisted his body uneasily when he thought that the wife he was marrying might be touched by the boy next to him.

Miyamoto-chan, who usually couldn't help but stand up when seeing Amakusa Kai and Yamada Maya, had no reaction this afternoon.

But because of those inexplicable thoughts in my mind, there is a tendency to rear its head.

This made Chairman Miyamoto deeply suspicious of his current hobby.

In his daily life, he has seen many weird and even horrifying habits of the big shots he interacts with, so Chairman Miyamoto is naturally no stranger to the Minotaur thing.

However, he never expected that he would actually feel aroused by being bullied by others.

Could it be possible...?

Chairman Miyamoto felt that he needed to give it a try.

It just so happened that You Gao Haixiang was nearing the end at this time,

"...This dish probably looks like this. Madam can try it herself after she goes back."

After saying that, Ugao Haixiang nodded towards Mrs. Miyamoto and smiled again.

At this time, Mrs. Miyamoto, who was still immersed in the other party's tenderness, suddenly heard her husband's voice vaguely in her ears.

"lady?"

"lady?"

"Yuka?"

"Eh?"

Mrs. Miyamoto suddenly came to her senses and found that her husband was calling her.

She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed that she was distracted by other men beside her husband, and even ignored her husband's call.

"What's wrong? Anada?"

Mrs. Miyamoto leaned slightly towards Chairman Miyamoto and asked in a low voice. She also took into account that she was wearing a low-cut dress and gently held her chest with one small hand, her movements elegant.

Chairman Miyamoto saw his wife's little hand covering her chest, his eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand to pull her hand over.

"Uh..."

"lady..."

Chairman Miyamoto ignored his wife's somewhat strange expression and noticed that the other person's other hand was tending to reach up to hold the clothes on her chest, so he also grabbed the other hand.

"Have you remembered what Chef You Gao just introduced?"

Chairman Miyamoto showed a gentle smile,

"Um..."

"I probably remember..."

Mrs. Miyamoto felt a little guilty. She seemed to have lost consciousness just now, staring straight at the other party. She couldn't remember what to cook, but she had to bite the bullet and speak.

"Then you can cook it for me when you get home, okay?"

Chairman Miyamoto didn't seem to notice his wife's embarrassed look, as if a gentle husband was asking his wife what kind of food she wanted to eat, without any unnatural look.

"This..."

The weirdness in Mrs. Miyamoto's heart became even stronger.

My husband, what's going on?

It's like he suddenly changed into a different person...

Not to mention asking myself what I want to eat, this is the first time I have held my hand in more than ten years. It is different from the previous attitude of treating myself like air, just like a real husband.

Mrs. Miyamoto's heart couldn't help but become confused.

cooking...

correct!

And cooking!

Mrs. Miyamoto's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She wanted to make the dish that Chef Utaka just introduced, but she didn't remember anything...

She couldn't help but glance at Yougao Haixiang who was standing behind her.

But this time he noticed something strange in the other person's eyes.

The other person's eyes seemed to be staring straight at his chest without even blinking.

Mrs. Miyamoto couldn't help but cast her gaze downwards, but found that because both of her hands were held by her husband, she could not hold on to the dress that was wide open on her chest, and a large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed to her husband.

Coupled with the fact that she was leaning sideways while talking to her husband, a large gap was exposed in the front of her clothes.

So... isn't it?

Do you want to get up?

Or simply take your hand away from your husband and cover your chest?

Wouldn't this make the husband lose face?

Mrs. Miyamoto's face turned red, and some beads of sweat slowly oozed from her temples.

At this time, Yougao Haixiang's eyes were shrouded in white.

so white!

so big!

So tender!

Perhaps it was to match the dress, but the perfect shape was not restrained at all, with only two band-aid-like nipple patches attached to the top.

And because of the opponent's tilted body, the two balls were suspended in the air due to gravity, just like the jelly with juice that had just been taken out, trembling and shaking slightly.

Yougao Haixiang couldn't help but his throat moved and he swallowed, imagining how wonderful those two balls of jelly would taste in his mouth.

His body bent further again.

But Utaka Kaixiang's reaction was completely caught by Mrs. Miyamoto's evasive eyes.

The other party is looking at me!

Still swallowing saliva quietly!

What are you bending over for?

Is it difficult?

Mrs. Miyamoto's eyes couldn't help but glance down.

so big!

Her eyes were a little horrified, and then she forced herself back and focused them on her husband, who was looking at her gently.

But looking at the face that had ignored him for more than ten years, I felt very awkward and disgusting for some reason.

So his eyes quickly looked up to the ground, but he couldn't control his eyes and kept turning to the right in the direction of Gao Haixiang.

He saw it?

All my own European style?

I didn't wear anything today...

No wonder he keeps swallowing saliva...

Mrs. Miyamoto's mood improved inexplicably when she thought of this.

Is there anything that can excite these harlots more than being noticed by a young man without even blinking an eye, and directly getting into trouble?

Mrs. Miyamoto no longer dodges at some point, her face becomes more natural, and she even has a smile on her face. She looks at her husband like a wife who loves her husband deeply.

The body tilted even more obviously.

Seeing the change in his wife's attitude, Chairman Miyamoto held his wife's hands harder, his smile became gentler, and his voice became more patient.

"lady..."

"If you haven't learned..."

Chapter 142 Treat being bullied as a beautiful thing

"lady..."

"If you haven't learned..."

"How about we find an opportunity to invite Chef You Gao to our house and teach you on the spot?"

Seeing the momentary movement on his wife's face, Chairman Miyamoto forced himself to suppress his excited Minotaur soul and said in a softer voice,

"Or simply ask the Amakusa family to cut off their love and let Udaka Kaixiang serve our villa?"

While Chairman Miyamoto was talking to his wife, he quietly glanced at Utaka Kaixiang's reaction from the corner of his eye.

Of course Yougao Haixiang knew that the other party must be observing him at this time,

So he deliberately made a picture of a young boy who was attracted by the plump and mature body of the elderly lady. He looked like he wanted to see it but didn't dare to look at it. He swallowed quietly, then bent over, as if he didn't dare to let himself go. Make a fool of yourself.

really...

No matter what, his wife is also one of the most beautiful women. How could a little boy remain indifferent when he sees such a beauty accidentally exposing his body?

Chairman Miyamoto actually felt a sense of pride and pride in his heart at this time.

After her husband finished saying that sentence, Mrs. Miyamoto didn't know what expression she should make. Naturally, she felt an impulse in her heart and couldn't wait to agree to her husband's words, but she couldn't say the words when she reached her lips.

Mrs. Miyamoto was afraid that her husband would misunderstand her. If her husband had doubts about her womanly behavior, he would definitely raise it with his parents and family. By then, not only would he have nowhere to live, but his family would also be disgraced. This is really an unbearable blow for a Chinese ethnic group.