The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 230 Wu Wanqing: Whose stockings are these? 【First update】

This is April in the world, the beautiful scenery is beautiful...

Cough cough, inappropriate, this description doesn't seem appropriate, Wen Yan quickly shook his head to get rid of some ripples in his mind.

When facing other women, he naturally wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now, and he could even talk a little bit, but the woman in front of him was an old aunt, and even his future mother-in-law.

He naturally didn't dare to have extra thoughts.

Alas, the wind outside the window today is a bit noisy, blowing the impetuousness in the young man's heart. Auntie, please respect yourself. Glancing at the slit of Wu Wanqing's cheongsam, Wen Yan tilted her head slightly, averting her gaze.

We are gentlemen who are not disturbed, even this little temptation can disturb my mind?Wen Yan said in his heart, secretly cheering for himself.

But how could his micro-expressions escape Wu Wanqing's eyes?

Only from Wen Yan's erratic eyes and stiff body, the old aunt could sense the embarrassment in his heart.

It's just a foot, what is this little guy thinking about? A look of embarrassment appeared in Wu Wanqing's eyes, and she was about to retract her outstretched little foot.

But as soon as she moved her toes, before she could take action, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the embarrassment on Wen Yan's face.

After a little hesitation, Wu Wanqing gave up her previous idea.

Although she and Wen Yan got along well these years, they were not related by blood after all, and the little guy was already five or six years old when he was adopted, so he could remember things long ago.

With this natural estrangement, Wu Wanqing will pay extra attention in the daily communication between the two of them.

After all, adopted children are generally more sensitive in mind, and Wen Yan has always been relatively precocious. She was worried that a careless move would make Wen Yan think too much and touch the sensitive nerves in his heart.

Just like now, I just said to ask him to help me press my feet, but I took it back at this time, wouldn't it be obvious to tell him——

Don't press it, boy, Auntie is wary of you?

With many worries in mind, Wu Wanqing bowed slightly, stretched out her hand and tapped Wen Yan's forehead, and said in a joking tone:
"Yo, why is your face still red, Xiaoyan, aren't you shy?"

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense. Wen Yan's small hands trembled, and he almost made a triple denial.

He avoided Wu Wanqing's fingers and pretended to wipe his sweat: "Auntie, it's because the room is too stuffy, I'm a little hot."

"Oh, that's it." Wu Wanqing didn't point it out.

She moved her palm up and rubbed Wen Yan's head, with a kind face on her face:

"Auntie is the daughter of Luo Xi. When she was young, she was a bit stubborn. Maybe it was to prove herself, or maybe she wanted to win..."

Speaking of this, Wu Wanqing's tone was a bit embarrassing:
"For a certain period of time, I was very eager to have a son, but then some accidents happened, and my original plan for life also changed a lot..."

The 'accident' that the old aunt was talking about probably meant that she noticed that her father-in-law was cheating, and that the mistress who was raised outside gave him a son, Wen Yan, who knew the past of the Wang family.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect Wu Wanqing to tell him these things.

After all, how could someone as proud as the old aunt take the initiative to share her failures in life with others?

What's the point of saying this to me suddenly?Wen Yan was a little suspicious.

He didn't believe that for no reason, the old aunt would tell him such old things.

Sure enough, before he opened his mouth to test, Wu Wanqing continued:

"However, although Auntie doesn't have a son of her own, after Luo Xi brought you back from the orphanage, it can be regarded as making up for my regrets."

"Although Auntie is not your real mother, in my eyes, there is no difference between you and Luo Xi, just like my own son."

"Auntie, I know you treat me well..." After hearing Wu Wanqing's words, Wen Yan was a little moved.

Over the years, Wu Wanqing has been really kind to him, not only taking his feelings into consideration, some time ago, she even wanted to give him half of the shares under her name.

Most of the worth, you can give it if you say it, and your mother is nothing more than that.

Seeing the touch on Wen Yan's face, Wu Wanqing accepted it as soon as she saw it. After all, sensationalism must be appropriate, and too much is too much.

So, she silently added:
"Knowing that Auntie treats you well, you still have a bit of conscience. In this case, why don't you hurry up and call Mom, and give me a good time."

Wen Yan: "..."

Sure enough, the old aunt was still the same old aunt, and the nature of a dramatist would not change. She went around in a big circle, just to make him call mom?
But Wen Yan definitely won't bark, at least not yet.

Otherwise, the old aunt would drag him to the household registration office now and turn him into a "real" son.

If this is really the case, can the female president agree?If you don't hack him to death, he will be dead.

After all, the younger brother in name, and the younger brother stipulated by the law, can this be a concept?
The official definition of fighting in the same room is too much punishment.

Seeing that Wen Yan was silent, Wu Wanqing didn't force her, she pursed her red lips and said with a smile:

"We are all a family. Why are you being shy when you rub your aunt's feet?"

"I'm not shy, it's because the room is hot..." Wen Yan insisted.

"Okay, Auntie won't tease you anymore, it seems to make you nervous, since you don't want to press for me, then forget it."

Having said that, she adjusted her sitting posture and took back the little feet that were resting on Wen Yan's lap.

She was chatting with Wen Yan just now, and she had said so much to pave the way for this moment, so that the movement of retracting her little feet would not appear too abrupt.

While arranging the hem of the cheongsam, she sighed at the right time:

"Hey, you heartless little brat, you're still kissing that girl Luo Qi. She twisted her foot, so you went to learn massage techniques."

"But when I got to Auntie's place, I didn't even have the chance to hitch a ride and drink some soup..."

"Auntie, what are you talking about?" Wen Yan picked up Wu Wanqing's little feet, and did not dislike the dust on the soles of the feet, and pressed them directly.

The old aunt, all the words to this point, even played the emotional card, so naturally he couldn't refuse anymore.

Wu Wanqing: "..."

She just said it casually as a joke, but who would have thought that the little red guy would be so sincere that he would take it seriously? What should I do?

However, the little guy has already started working, and it's too late for her to say anything now.

Oh, forget it, just press it, she thought.

"Huh, it's quite comfortable..." Wu Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly.

As Wen Yan exerted force with her fingers, she suddenly realized that the little red man really hadn't lied, and he did have a few brushes.

Holding Wu Wanqing's beautiful feet in stockings in her hand, Wen Yan could feel that she was actually a little nervous, her feet were a little tight, and through the thin stockings, one could even see the stretched veins on the insteps.

"Auntie, the soles of your feet are a little gray. How about I get you a basin of water to soak your feet?" Wen Yan asked tentatively.

At this time, he didn't have any bad intentions, and his fingers were very regular when he massaged, and the acupuncture points he pressed were all for promoting blood circulation and relieving fatigue.

"Don't be so troublesome. After Luo Xi washes up, I'll just go to the bathroom and take a shower." Wu Wanqing shook her head.

Because of the fullness of her chest, she could only see the stockings on her feet when she stretched her head. Seeing that there was indeed some dust, she frowned slightly.

Wu Wanqing is a little bit obsessed with cleanliness, it's good that she didn't see it with her own eyes before, but now she sees the dirty things on the stockings with her own eyes, and she feels very disgusted.

But she is now wearing a cheongsam, and the stockings on her feet are pantyhose, so it is naturally inconvenient to take off the dirty socks in front of Wen Yan.

But Wu Wanqing was not someone who would wrong herself, she reached out and pinched the ankle of the stocking, and directly tore off the stocking that wrapped her feet.

Wen Yan: "??!"

Hearing the sound of 'tearing' in his ear, Wen Yan was a little dazed, this scene seemed familiar to him.

"What are you doing in a daze, the pressure was quite comfortable just now, continue to help auntie for a while." Wu Wanqing urged.

"Okay." Wen Yan lowered his head and continued to work.

I have to say that the old aunt is a woman who knows how to take care of herself. Don't look at her age, but her little feet are soft and delicate. Looking at the white and tender little feet in her hand, Wen Yan was slightly dazed.

Just when he was in a daze, the old aunt's surprise suddenly came from his ear:

"Hey, whose sock is this?"

Socks, what socks?Following Wu Wanqing's gaze, Wen Yan looked at the bottom of the opposite sofa——

There lay a lonely black stocking, with traces of tearing on it.

Wen Yan: "..."

After all the calculations, I didn't expect to miss a link.

Exposure risk +10086
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This chapter is a bit short, and I will write another chapter during the day.

(End of this chapter)