Sisters, please be gentle

Then, he turned to his wife and said,

"Madam...beautiful..."

"You stay here with Chef Yougao first, and I'll go take a rest."

Then he nodded apologetically to Yougao Haixiang,

"Chef Yougao, if you need anything, you can talk to my wife,"

"presumably..."

Chairman Miyamoto glanced at his wife who had her head lowered and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Beauty will satisfy you as much as possible..."

After all,

Turn away.

Chapter 179 Am I a good wife?

Some people say that men are most handsome when they work hard.

Some people also say that men who can cook are the most handsome.

Doesn’t that mean that men who are cooking seriously are the most handsome?

Mrs. Miyamoto stared at the young and handsome face in front of her with obsession in her eyes, and these two sentences came to mind.

Thinking of the other person again, the solid pectoralis major and angular abdominal muscles that she felt when hugging her, as well as the other person's strong arms, Mrs. Miyamoto felt that her little D-shaped penis that had just been warmly fucked gradually became wet again.

And when she thought about the scene where the tent could be raised so high even if the other party was sitting there, Mrs. Miyamoto first glanced in the direction where Chairman Miyamoto left to confirm that her husband had left.

My husband is no longer here...

That...

It's okay to indulge your soul a little and fantasize...

Mrs. Miyamoto comforted herself in her heart.

I couldn't help but lean forward slowly, put my two elbows on the bar, and supported my cheeks with both hands. I looked at the other person with a confused face, my eyes were full of water, and pictures after pictures appeared in my mind. The scene of the other person galloping on his body.

She seems to be like a weak kitten in the other person's arms. She can be put into various positions at will without being able to resist.

And her snow-white and soft skin was tightly squeezed and rubbed against the other person's rock-hard body. Feeling the hot and fiery heat coming from the man's body and the strong and heavy impact of the other person, she couldn't even say a complete sentence. , can only make meaningless moans.

The unfamiliar feeling of fullness went straight into his mind, and the dazzling nerves flowed everywhere in his limbs.

Let your body gradually feel numb, and at the same time, it merges into your mind, and finally blooms like a handful of fireworks, soaring into the clouds...

Yougao Haixiang looked at Mrs. Miyamoto in front of him, sitting there with her cheeks in her hands, her face was rosy, her breathing was a little short, and her eyes had no focus, as if she was trapped in some kind of fantasy.

He shook his head in amusement and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Mrs. Miyamoto..."

"Mrs. Miyamoto...?"

"Mrs. Miyamoto!"

Unexpectedly, it took three calls in a row to bring the other party back to the real world.

While she was kissing the little man in front of her in her mind, Mrs. Miyamoto suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Her body trembled, and the rest of her skirt was soaked in a big lump in an instant.

"what..."

"...what?"

Mrs. Miyamoto replied with some guilt. She lowered her eyes, not daring to meet each other's eyes. Her voice was as low as a mosquito or a fly. She was hiding under the bar and her chubby legs were tightly clamped together, feeling a little uneasy. Twisting around.

"Ha ha..."

Yougao Haixiang chuckled softly.

"I see that Mrs. Miyamoto takes it so seriously. Are you interested in coming over and trying it yourself?"

"what?"

"me?"

Mrs. Miyamoto was a little surprised and didn't know how to respond.

"But...but..."

"My cooking skills are very poor... I will cause trouble for you, Chef Yougao..."

Ugao Haixiang sighed when he saw Mrs. Miyamoto lowering her head sadly.

An unhappy marriage...

How much harm it has caused to the woman in front of me...

"Anadata..."

"I have never eaten my food at home..."

"I haven't even had the simplest breakfast..."

Mrs. Miyamoto's eyes were red, and she tried not to let her tears flow out.

"But...maybe...I am really a failure as a wife..."

Thinking back to her husband, who treated her indifferently time and time again,

That impatient, even impatient voice penetrated my fragile heart like needles again and again,

How many nights have I spent tossing and turning alone in an empty room?

Mrs. Miyamoto was so choked that she was almost speechless.

She held her shoulders with both hands, her head bowed deeply, and her body was trembling slightly in the silent silence.

Even without seeing the other person's face, Yougao Haixiang knew that the other person was probably bursting with tears at this time.

"No..."

A gentle male voice sounded in Mrs. Miyamoto's ears.

She raised her head in confusion, revealing her red eyes and white cheeks with two tear stains.

At some point, Udaka Kaixiang had walked out of the kitchen and came to Mrs. Miyamoto's side.

Looking at the other person's aggrieved look, Yougao Haixiang was full of pity. He stretched out a hand to cover the other person's face, letting the other person fully feel the heat of his palm, and then gently stroked the corners of his eyes with his thumb to help the other person. Wiping away tears, he said softly,

"The Mrs. Miyamoto I met is not a failed wife..."

"I noticed it as soon as I entered the house..."

"There is not a single servant in such a big villa, but it is still very clean."

“The whole house is decorated warmly and uniquely,”

"The flower arrangement in the vase in the corner must have been made by Madam..."

"I also noticed that each sofa pillow has a small plum blossom mark on it. It must have been embroidered by Madam herself..."

"Even after so many years, my husband has not given me any warmth, but he is still able to fulfill the responsibility of a wife and keep the whole house in order,"

"Who can accuse you of not being a good wife?"

"Really...really..."

"You noticed it all..."

It seemed that her persistence for so many years was finally recognized. Mrs. Miyamoto's tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes like a fountain.

Yougao Haixiang gently hugged the other person into his arms and comforted him gently,

"It's true..."

"Madam is a good and dedicated wife..."

"I really envy your husband..."

"Woooo..."

Mrs. Miyamoto, who buried her face in Utaka Kaixiang's chest, finally couldn't bear it anymore and sobbed softly.

But the scene of Udaka Kaixiang and Mrs. Miyamoto standing next to each other and hugging each other was all seen by a pair of eyes at the corner.

After an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Miyamoto's crying finally stopped, but the two of them never separated.

Yougao Haixiang gently stroked the other person's hair, and then slowly gathered the other person's chestnut wavy hair together and placed it on one side of the face, revealing a long, white and flawless neck.

You Gao Haixiang's throat moved slightly, but he finally couldn't resist the temptation, gently bent down and kissed her.

With a slight touch, Mrs. Miyamoto's body shivered, and a layer of fine little bumps instantly appeared on her smooth neck, proving that the other party's body was extremely sensitive.

"what..."

Mrs. Miyamoto tilted her head, her expression blocked by her hair, and only her weak voice came out,

"No...can't..."

"I...I have a husband..."

"What's wrong with having a husband?"

Yougao Haixiang chuckled softly,

"No what?"

"If you have a husband, can't you learn how to cook with me?"

"Eh?"

When Mrs. Miyamoto, who was struggling, heard Udaka Kaixiang's words, she immediately turned her head and looked at Udaka Kaixiang with an innocent and innocent look, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Come on!"

Utaka Kaixiang took Mrs. Miyamoto's hand and dragged her off the chair. He smiled and glanced at the water marks on the chair and said nothing. He just led her into the kitchen and stood in front of the console.

1 Chapter [-] The plot of the short movie

Chairman Miyamoto at the corner watched helplessly as the high school boy took his wife's hand and walked into the kitchen.

Just a moment ago, the two people were hugging each other tightly.

He heard his wife's cries of grievance, but didn't take it seriously. His heart was filled with anticipation and excitement that his wife was about to have a story with a wild man.

Even when he saw his wife crying, she couldn't help but grab her little hand to squeeze her clothes, which made him have a fantasy scene of that little white hand grabbing the thick weapon of You Gao Haixiang and moving it up and down.

Chairman Miyamoto breathed rapidly, and with a red face, he grabbed his pants with his hands, adjusted the trajectory, and then continued to look in the direction of the two of them, but because the two of them had already reached the kitchen, they lost sight of each other. figure.

He had no choice but to move from the corridor to the kitchen bit by bit, for fear of disturbing the two of them by making any noise.

As Chairman Miyamoto moved forward bit by bit, the voices of Utaka Kaisho and Mrs. Miyamoto also came from the kitchen.

"Wow...Chef Yougao, your knife skills are so good..."

"It was cut so neatly and so quickly..."

"Haha...it's nothing, just the basic requirements of every chef."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Huh? Is it really possible?"

Mrs. Miyamoto's expectant voice came,

"Could it be that... the cut was too bad and it would cause you trouble..."

Hearing his wife's obviously hesitant voice, Chairman Miyamoto sighed with some regret.

Your husband and I are no longer in front of you, why are you still so timid?

However, when he walked to the corner of the corridor and slowly poked his head out to look in the direction of the two of them, he found Yougao Haixiang standing behind his wife, hugging his wife from behind, and reaching out to hold his wife's breasts. Both hands were cutting stone ingredients bit by bit.

Mrs. Miyamoto was obviously not used to this posture, especially the hot body temperature coming from the little man behind her and the strong smell of male hormones surrounding her, which made her unable to concentrate. She just felt that her cheeks were rapidly moving. Become red and hot.

And Ugao Haixiang looked at Mrs. Miyamoto, who was obviously plump but seemed a little thin in his arms, feeling the not strong but long-lasting fragrance on her body, took a deep breath, and then He took a step forward gently, allowing his body to be in contact with the other person without any distance.