If it wasn't for the other party, even if they rein in the precipice...

She couldn't even imagine what she would be like now.

"Hehehe, I lied to you, the reaction is so big, didn't you say it was your friend's business?"

Mrs. Yuigahama saw the fierce reaction of the married woman in front of her, and couldn't help but continued to tease her.

"Can't I empathize with you? Also, you've been asking me to talk about mine. Now that I've finished talking, you should also talk about yours, right?"

Sayuri Sawamura wiped the beer off her face with a tissue, and while staring at the diamond ring on the left finger of the big-breasted lady, she transferred the embarrassment just now without leaving a trace.

"After that, did you get married again?"

"No, this is just to prevent those stinky men from staring at me, so I wear it all the time."

Mrs. Yuigahama smiled and shook her head.

"However, why did Xiao Baihe reject that person? Even though he is a little young, he has come to him so bravely. If it were me, I would definitely fall into it and agree to him."

The mature, busty lady turned the subject back, with a rare serious look on her face.

"A love story separated by nearly 20 years... This kind of romantic fairytale love story, I don't know how many people envy you, why should you care about other people's eyes?"

"Envy? Who would be envious of this kind of thing? Besides, fairy tales are always deceiving, and...Compared to dating women who are older than him like me, maybe it's better to be with him and girls of the same age Be happy."

Sayuri Sawamura also became a lot more honest after she said everything.

Both wives and wives subconsciously did not mention the matter of 'friends'.

"So that's the case, this idea is correct, but..."

Mrs. Yubihama seemed to be seriously considering Sayuri Sawamura.

"Since that's the case, if you don't mind, Sayuri, why don't you try... just being friends with sex?"

"puff!"

Sayuri Sawamura sprayed the beer in Mrs. Yuigahama's face.

She never expected to hear the word "friend with benefits" from the other party.

"Really, is there such a big reaction necessary?"

Mrs. Yubihama also tore off a lot of tissues to wipe her face.

"We're all at this age, isn't it normal to go out and have fun?"

"But buddies or something... I'm serious about discussing this with you..."

"You are not just friends with benefits. The fact that you both like each other can actually be regarded as raising a little lover or something like raising a male high school student you like. Being blamed by others, I feel good about my conscience, I can let go whenever I want, why can’t I?”

"Nurture...love, lover?"

Girlfriend, the third relationship other than wife...

Sayuri Sawamura hadn't really thought about this before.

but now……

Seems to be really okay?

On the surface, she is just his classmate's mother, but secretly they can secretly communicate with everyone...even do, do things that each other likes to do.

Moreover, if you feel guilty, you can give the other party a lot of money as compensation, or you can obey the other party more in bed.

In that case, the little villain might also agree to this relationship.

The more she thinks about Mrs. Yuigahama's words, the more Sayuri Sawamura feels like her pattern has been suddenly opened up.

Even the worries that have been worrying in my heart have been reduced by half.

"I... Is this really okay? What if I raise it like this and be... hated by him?"

"How could you be hated? You should be more confident in yourself, Xiao Baihe, even though you are old enough to be a mother, you are still obsessed with those little boys. Why do you have to worry about this kind of thing? , are you afraid that the other party will not agree? Moreover, with that kind of husband, no one will blame you for whatever you want to do. "

"Um……"

He grunted and swallowed another gulp of beer.

Although she was still a little apprehensive, Sayuri Sawamura already had the idea of ​​giving it a try.

"By the way, is that boy handsome?"

To make Sayuri who hasn't bloomed for so many years care so much, no matter what you think, the other party should be the type who looks good.

Mrs. Bibin guessed in her heart.

"Why ask this?"

Sayuri Sawamura subconsciously became alert.

Big breasts are the enemy of women with poor breasts in all mankind, and she has to guard against them.

"Why are you so nervous? I won't compete with you, but you are really handsome, right?"

"Of course, he is..."

Like a prince in comics.

Sayuri Sawamura couldn't help but be moved every time she recalled Makoto Amano's smiling face.

Especially recently, after she was approached by the other party, she shamelessly had many strange fantasies on the bed that could not be expressed in words

"Although he does have a pretty face, I don't like him...just because of his face."

"Hoho, it looks like true love. However, although I don't know how handsome the little boy you like is, he is definitely not as handsome as my daughter's boyfriend."

The face and figure, as well as the muscles and skin on the body, etc., are impeccable and beautiful boys.

Mrs. Yubihama sometimes does not know how much she envies her daughter's luck.

However, fortunately, her daughter's luck is also her luck, so besides being envious of her daughter, she also feels proud.

"Impossible, there is absolutely no better and more handsome boy in this world than..."

Hearing this, Mrs. Sawamura, who was already a little drunk, quickly puffed up her cheeks and refuted the big-breasted lady.

"Yes, my daughter's boyfriend is definitely a hundred times more handsome than the one you said... No, ten thousand times more handsome."

Similarly, Mrs. Yuigahama who drank a lot of alcohol is also a bit on top.

"impossible!"

"There is!"

"..."

Two half-drunk wives started arguing like children with puffed cheeks.

It was not until the owner of the izakaya contacted their daughter to come and clean up that the "endgame" of the two wives barely came to an end.

"What an unreliable mother..."

Ying Lili and Yui, who arrived at the izakaya almost at the same time, looked at the two mothers who were still arguing childishly, and both expressed the same emotion at the same time.

Chapter 240 Which stick do you want? 【6.5K】

buzzing...

"Calling at this time?"

The caller ID is Yui.

Although he is "very busy" now, after thinking about it, Makoto Amano put down his work first.

"Yuyi?"

Fortunately, it's not a video call, otherwise this scene would be really inconvenient to answer...

While Makoto Amano connected the phone, he signaled with his eyes to the blond man who was tied up and hung from the ceiling by him to keep silent.

"Sincere..."

"Help, help! Help!"

However, Mr. Spencer, who was hung up by Makoto Amano, did not obey obediently, but started to yell loudly at the moment the voice came out from the phone.

"What, what's the situation? Sincerity..."

Suddenly, a strange cry for help came from the phone, which made Yuigahama Yui, who was far away in Chiba, turn pale.

"Are you OK?"

The girl lying on the bed hurriedly sat up with a worried expression on her face.

"It's okay, it's the voice on the TV, I'm going to tell him to shut up now... no, I mean turn it off."

Makoto Amano took a stick and a rag and poked it into the blond man's mouth, which effectively solved the noise made by the other party.

"Oh, TV, I just said why there are foreigners' voices..."

The girl on the other end of the phone quickly felt relieved.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Mr. Spencer, who had been penetrated by both the rag and the stick, was shaking his head desperately trying to get the rag and stick out of his mouth, but to no avail.

Instead, he gradually showed a disgusting rosy expression because of the feeling of foreign objects being inserted into his throat.

So... Nantong is really scary.

Shaking his head, Makoto Amano turned his back and concentrated on listening to his girlfriend's phone call.

"Suddenly called, did Yui miss me?"

"Yes, a little bit, when are you coming back?"

Although a little shy, Yuigahama Yui still admitted that she did call because she missed her boyfriend, instead of directly sending a line message.

"Probably about three to five days, things are relatively smooth."

While answering the phone, Makoto Amano cast a disgusted glance at the blond middle-aged man who was tied up by him out of the corner of his eye.

The other party deliberately bypassed the monitoring on the road, walked in the alley, and brought him to this hidden apartment building in an unobtrusive way, but now it has become an excellent place for him to interrogate this guy.

It can only be said that the thief met the interceptor—it happened by coincidence.

"But do you just miss me a little bit? I miss Yui so much that I can't sleep at night."

Especially on that rough night last night.

"I……"

The girl wanted to answer that I was the same, but soon realized that this bad guy was probably just playing tricks on her.

"Hmph~ I don't believe it..."

So he snorted proudly.

However, no matter how you listen to this snort, you can hear the joy in the girl's heart now.

"You are at most thinking about how to bully me, right?"

Yuigahama Yui felt a little ashamed when thinking of the things she did... on the Ferris wheel in the amusement park on her last birthday.

"Does Yui want me to bully you?"

Yui's black silk also has a special flavor, and in that respect, a well-behaved girl can always make people tickle.

Makoto Amano didn't think much about it just now, but now he really thinks about it.

"...Then you come back early."

After a pause for several seconds, the girl said this softly on the phone.

Then, as if his face was on fire, he hid under the cotton pillow on the bed to cool down.

"Well, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Since doing so many intimate things, Yui has become a lot bolder now.

Makoto Amano couldn't help but see the image of the girl with the ball head shyly burying her cheek on his chest.

"..."

The girl was still under the pillow to ease the shyness in her heart.

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