Villian: Stealing Heroine (R-18)-Chapter 27: The Wife’s "Toy"

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Qi Jingjing's place is not far from the school. Universities are generally built in the suburbs for transportation and cost reasons.

What Ling Yun didn't expect was that Qi Jingjing's house was also a luxury house, a three-story villa, and it came with a super large back garden and a swimming pool.

"Your house is so big!"

Su Qingya's villa is in the city. Although every inch of land is worth a lot of money, the area is definitely not as big as here. Of course, Grandpa Su, that is, Ling Yun's grandfather, lives halfway up the mountain. The area over there is larger, but Ling Yun rarely goes there.

"It's okay. Although the area is large, it is definitely not as expensive as your house!"

Qi Jingjing walked in front and opened the door for her mother. The three of them walked in together.

The first floor is an empty hall, and there are tables and chairs, but that is reserved for entertaining guests. Several people went directly to the second floor.

The second floor is their bedroom, and there is also a living room as a rest area. There is an 85-inch color TV hanging on the wall.

The kitchen is also on one side of the second floor. There are several plates covered by thermal insulation covers on the table in the dining room. Mei Ya walked to the kitchen, scooped out the chicken soup, put on anti-scalding gloves and brought the soup to the table.

"You are blessed today. My mother hasn't cooked for a long time!"

"Who did it in your family before?"

"The nanny, but she is off today."

Qi Jingjing opened the cover with a smile, picked up a piece and tasted it.

The girl's face changed instantly, and she looked at her mother with an incredible look.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Mei Ya saw her daughter's expression and asked in confusion, "Is it cold?"

"Nothing, it's fine."

The girl seemed to be reluctant to hit her mother, and shook her head secretly at Ling Yun, indicating that he should not eat this dish.

Ling Yun was a little puzzled. It looked good from the appearance. He also took off the other covers and tasted a few bites.

How to say it, every dish is like a lottery. You can't guess what it will taste like before you eat it!

"How long has your mother not cooked?"

Ling Yun asked in Qi Jingjing's ear. The girl also said thoughtfully: "It seems that she hasn't cooked since I can remember. My dad doesn't let her cook."

The case was solved. Qi Jingjing's father must have hired a nanny because his wife's cooking was too bad!

Mei Ya guessed what the two meant, and she was a little embarrassed to pick up a piece for herself. After eating it, she almost vomited.

"I clearly made it according to the recipe on the Internet. I didn't make any mistakes..."

After saying that, she was also a little self-destructive. She sat down at the table, picked up her phone and ordered takeout.

"Auntie, this chicken soup tastes good."

Ling Yun was still quite helpful. He scooped a spoonful with a spoon and tasted it. He found it unexpectedly "delicious", at least it was edible.

Mei Ya was a little skeptical. She tasted it herself and then smiled: "I said, there are still vegetables to eat."

"Mom, can you order some fried chicken?"

"Do you think I look like fried chicken?" Mei Ya raised her eyebrows when she heard it, "Drink soup! There is chicken in the soup, why eat fried chicken!"

Qi Jingjing was scolded by her and also shrank her head. She muttered in a low voice and drank the soup silently with Ling Yun.

Ling Yun also found it funny. He ate the chicken soup for a while. The takeaway side dishes that Mei Ya had just ordered also arrived. She hummed a song and went down to get the dishes. This was considered a full meal.

After eating, Mei Ya cleaned up the table and received a call from her best friend, asking her to go shopping.

"Well, I have guests at home, so forget it." Mei Ya bit her lower lip. Although she wanted to go out for a walk, Ling Yun was still here, which was obviously inappropriate.

"It's okay, Auntie, I'll take a taxi to school with Jing Jing later!"

Ling Yun was eager for her to leave now so that he could do some of the things he loved with Qi Jing Jing.

"Really?" Mei Ya's eyes suddenly brightened up. After getting Ling Yun's affirmative answer, she immediately grabbed her bag and car keys and ran away.

"Jing Jing, let's go back to the room."

After seeing her leave, Ling Yun hugged Qi Jing Jing from behind and pressed his thing against her hips.

"My mother just left..." Qi Jing Jing was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't stand Ling Yun's passion, so she quickly took him to the room.

Qi Jing Jing's room was very girlish, but Ling Yun didn't have time to pay attention to these things at the moment. He took off his clothes in a few seconds and hugged the equally smooth Qi Jing Jing and kissed her.

The young man's wet kiss made Qi Jingjing feel good very quickly. With just this level of external stimulation, she was ready to let Ling Yun enter.

Looking at Ling Yun's toned body, Qi Jingjing couldn't help but touch him, and Ling Yun opened her thighs when she touched her chest muscles.

Xia Lan was petite and could be held in his arms and played with. But Qi Jingjing was 10 centimeters taller than her and weighed dozens of kilograms more. She was like a top-notch gun mount, and let him do whatever he wanted on the bed.

Unlike other people's simple combat capabilities, Ling Yun's combat power was improved in all aspects, and his little brother was also strengthened.

Both the size and explosive power were improved, and Qi Jingjing, who had not adapted to it, was caught off guard. He came before 10 minutes had passed.

Ling Yun didn't wait for her to recover, and continued to hold her plump legs to work, so that Qi Jingjing never came down from the clouds.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, Qi Jingjing lay on him, and Ling Yun held her plump buttocks and kept moving. The girl's F-grade breasts pressed against his chest. Due to their large size, some of the flesh spilled out of his chest, shaking with the two's violent movements.

Qi Jingjing could no longer speak. Her pretty face was buried in Ling Yun's shoulders, and her hands were clenched into fists.

"Ling Yun, husband, I can't take it anymore, baby..."

All kinds of names came out of her plump lips. Finally, Ling Yun tilted his neck slightly, worked hard for a while, and then poured out the milk.

The two of them lay there to rest, too lazy to move.

After a while, Qi Jingjing, who was soaking wet, got up to take a shower. Ling Yun saw that he had classes at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, so he put on his pants and prepared to go to her parents' room to take a shower.

"Where is your parents' room?"

Across the door and the sound of water, Qi Jingjing was afraid that Ling Yun couldn't hear, so she shouted: "The innermost one!"

"Okay, got it!"

Ling Yun was about to leave, Qi Jingjing opened the bathroom door again and took a towel to him: "You use this, the password is 476287."

"Yeah."

Ling Yun walked to the innermost room, a little curious why the room had a password. After entering the password, Ling Yun walked in and gradually realized that something was wrong.

The smell in the room was very fragrant, the kind of woman's fragrance, not just aromatherapy.

He looked around and found that they were all things used by Mei Ya, not even a trace of men's things.

Following curiosity, he walked to Mei Ya's bedside table and opened the drawer.

Wow! What the hell is this treasure house!

There are several of various sizes and styles! And there are also several books. Ling Yun opened it and saw the unbearable description.

How hungry is Aunt Mei Ya!

Ling Yun took out one of the "fairy wands", took off his pants and compared it with his own.

"Not as good as my normal state."

Ling Yun silently put the things back, walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Halfway through the shower, he realized that Meiya and her husband should sleep separately?

Although it is not good to rummage through other people's drawers, considering the things in her drawers, it is obvious that she is eager for it. But she would rather sleep separately and play by herself than be with her husband. The fact is already very clear.

It's not that her husband is not good enough, but the relationship between the two is not as harmonious as it seems on the surface.