A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Fu Jingyou reacted quickly and hurriedly pulled Lu Miao's clothes up.

He took the small blanket from the head of the kang and wrapped her more tightly.

The couple looked towards the door together.

The youngest boy ran over here holding a small bowl.

He didn't hold the small bowl properly, and half of the tomatoes in the bowl fell out.

The naughty boy stuck out his butt and staggered forward two steps to pick it up.

He ran closer and stretched out his hands to grab his mother.

Mom was sitting on the kang and couldn't reach him, but she turned her hand and touched Dad who was sitting on the edge of the kang.

"Dad washes tomatoes for the baby to eat!"

"You little bastard, you only know how to eat!"

Fu Jingyou reluctantly moved his hand away from his wife.

He swung it immediately and lightly hit Baichuan on the head, directly pulling out the little guy's thick and fluffy hair into a side-parted arc.

But the little guy didn't know how to get angry.

One of the little arms was still holding the bowl, and the other hand was pulling at Daddy's trouser leg, trying hard to pull it out.

Impatiently, his body tilted almost at a forty-five degree angle towards the door.

“Dad, hurry up!”

My son looks like a calf that is gathering all its strength.

Lu Miao put his fist to his lips and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fu Jingyou, however, was filled with anger, unable to hold it back.

If you really can't eat it, you can touch it or kiss it!

How is it like now?

You can’t touch me, you can’t kiss me…

"Little calf stuff."

Fu Jingyou cursed again.

After taking a look at Lu Miao, Youyuan resigned himself to his fate, got up, picked up the little thing, and went outside to press water to wash the tomatoes.

Lu Miao burst into laughter again.

After calming down for a while, she shook out the blanket, moved off the kang and put on her shoes.

Then he looked at himself sideways in the mirror on the closet door several times.

After all, it is tailor-made. Just like the "beauty" I saw before I put it on, the effect is surprisingly good now that I actually wear it.

To be honest, Lu Miao had never worn a cheongsam before.

But just this time, she was a little in love.

She couldn't do it by herself, and later she needed the help of her child's father to take off her cheongsam.

Fu Jingyou locked the door and while he was zipping her up, he kissed her from the back of her neck to her shoulders.

He coaxed her, his voice low and hoarse:
"Put it on for me tonight, ok?"

Lu Miao turned sideways and glanced at him in reproach.

Seeing this, Fu Jingyou wanted to get closer to her again.

She quickly hummed and promised:

"Wait until this period of work is finished before wearing it... Don't mess around, it will be very obvious if such light material gets stained~!"

Fu Jingyou wanted to do something, but he was also afraid of wasting all her hard work.

So I had no choice but to be patient.

But when it comes to work, when Lu Miao changed his clothes and carefully folded his cheongsam, he asked seriously:
"When are you going to take the work photos? Is there anyone accompanying you? Bring a few more people with you to be safe."

Fu Jingyou knew that Lu Miao was going to record some material.

If it wasn't necessary for work, how could he let her go out wearing this?

Men are the best at judging other men.

What if you encounter someone who is extreme and has bad ideas, and causes personal safety problems?
Or, what if he takes advantage of his wife?
It was just a thought, and it hadn't really happened yet, but a little jealousy was already rising. Fu Jingyou was even more uneasy, and after thinking for a while, he frowned and said seriously:
"Forget it, I'll take a day off and go with you then."

"Oh, no need. We have assistants and photographers with us, as well as a driver... There are at least six of us. We'll be fine."

After putting the cheongsam into the closet, Lu Miao glanced at the locked door, turned around, hooked her arm around his neck, and sat on his lap:

"The factory has finally gotten better. You should work hard and don't be distracted by me. If there is something I can't handle, I will definitely ask you. Okay?"

Fu Jingyou looked at her with a frown and remained silent.

"Oh really!"

She kissed him on the face several times and kept acting coquettishly:
"Is it okay? Is it okay?"

Fu Jingyou wanted to pretend to be unhappy, but he really couldn't.

His brows couldn't help but soften, and his deep eyes and thin lips curved slightly.

I was afraid that she would act coquettishly and twist around, and her legs would slip off.

He stretched out his arms and hooked them around her slender waist tightly:
"Then I'll pick you up after get off work."

He said it with certainty, but he wasn't discussing it.

Lu Miao knew that he had already made a concession, so he stopped bargaining.

She kissed him on the lips generously and nodded neatly and said "OK".

There seemed to be a flicker of fire in Fu Jingyou's deep peach blossom eyes.

He stared at her two moist rose lips and just lowered his head to deepen the kiss.

There was a "knock, knock, knock" sound from one side, and the door rang again.

The cute little calf Baichuan stood outside the door, holding a small spoon and knocking on the door:
"Mom, it's time to eat. Grandma, grandma made some sweet pork ribs... Mom, it's time to eat..."

The two-year-old boy is not as quiet as his older brothers and sisters. He is full of energy all day long and may be noisy.

My mother didn't open the door and kept calling.

Fu Jingyou sighed, and instead of insisting on biting his wife's lips, he leaned over and rested his hand on her shoulder.

He grumbled:

"What a troublemaker... He is so different from the previous brothers and sisters. I don't know who he takes after?"

Lu Miao put his hands through his waist, wrapped them around his back and gently stroked it, humming and saying:
"Who else can I follow? I'll just follow whoever's offspring I have!"

Fu Jingyou snorted softly, tickled the spot on her waist and said:

"Don't just focus on discrediting me, the little calf has half as much as you."

The couple started joking around in the room again.

Xiao Baichuan raised his head and shouted, almost bending his head with the small spoon in his hand.

The two of them slowly opened the door and went out.

Lu Miao went to the kitchen to help serve dishes and rice.

Fu Jingyou adjusted the position of the bench and made room for a chair with an armrest next to the table.

Bring the noisy kid to the table to eat.

Lu Yuanzheng had not returned from school yet, and the three adults in the family sat down at the table one after another.

Lu Miao asked a few questions about Fu Jingyou's factory:

"What stage has your factory reached now?"

"We just signed the contract with the building in the department store, and half of the first batch of lighters have been delivered."

Half of that is more than three thousand.

Lu Miao nodded, picked up a piece of tender braised pork for his son, and continued to ask:
"Did the process go smoothly? Did you encounter any problems? If they can sell it, you can also go to the department store near Renmin University to discuss it."

"Need not."

Fu Jingyou shook his head and told her the story:

"We sent a small box for trial sale before signing the order after confirming that there were no problems."

"The department store over there has a large area and a good location. It can also be considered a distribution base. Internal purchases will be distributed to other department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives."

They were all state-owned enterprises. He was the deputy director of the factory. He went there with his ID card and things were easy to negotiate. (End of this chapter)