My Girl and Tenderness

Aunt Hong said to her:

"We're closing up shop, 'Go home.'

call.

The sales lady stood up and staggered out the door.

Qin Kong was a little worried when he saw this. He watched the sales lady walk out and said -

"Is she okay? It seems like she's still drunk. But she lives close to here, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Aunt Hong folded her hands in front of her and said to him gently -

"Then let's go home."

As she spoke, she took off her apron and put it away, then walked over to him and hugged one of his arms.

"Well……"

Every time Mulan saw her approaching Qin Kong, she would frown. This time was no exception. She couldn't help but stand up and pull his other arm over, and said to Aunt Hong -

"Don't pull and tug, it's not good."

"What's wrong with that? We are cultivating our relationship."

Aunt Hong didn't understand. She seemed to be completely unaware of Mulan's hostility and kept responding with a calm smile, which made Mulan even angrier.

Qin Kong felt that Mulan hugged him tighter when she was arguing with Aunt Hong, and Aunt Hong seemed to find it interesting. What was originally a casual action became serious now.

"..."

He looked up at the sky.

You two long legs, please stop fighting. It's really hard for me to be stuck in the middle.

It's really caught in the middle with all kinds of meanings.

Looking to one side, he saw that Aunt Hong's clothes were stretched tight against the ground, and there was a mole under her fair collarbone. Feeling the softness and warmth, he didn't know where to look.

He had no choice but to look at his good brother, to see Mulan's rosy cheeks, sharp eyebrows, and fair collarbones. She didn't look as plump as Aunt Hong's, but rather neat and clean. His arms could be directly pressed against her tight belly, which was quite elastic.

“…Where are you looking at?!”

Mulan saw that he was staring at her, blushed and pushed his face away with her hand.

Aunt Hong was a little surprised. She looked at herself and couldn't help mumbling -

"You like flat ones? I didn't expect that..."

Qin Kong cried out that he was wronged. It was very dangerous to look at Aunt Hong, so he only looked at his brother.

Anyway, there is nothing, good brother is safe.

"I always feel like you're thinking about something that's going to make me angry?"

"Ah? No, that's not true, I swear to God!"

Qin Kong shook his head repeatedly. There wouldn't be a good brother who would be angry because he secretly said he had a flat chest, right? No way, no way?

"Anyway, anyway, let go first. I still want to pull down the store door..."

"Let her go first!"

"Hehe, I really want to stick to you like this forever."

"..."

It's really hard for me to do this with you guys.

Qin Kong felt the two tendernesses, and while he was in pain, he also felt a little secretly happy in a corner.

This is simply the Shura field of some harem drama, being fought over by others... Something is a bit weird here, the two people fighting for him are both beauties, but how come the person on the other side is his good brother... It's weird.

……

……

In the end, Qin Kong escaped because he couldn't stand the pressure. Although running away was shameful, it was useful. As long as he was not there, the two people who were trying to rob him would calm down.

"You guys close the shop, I'm going to go upstairs and make you some tea, see you later!"

"Hey?"

Mulan wanted to say something, but he had already left, so she had to close the shop door with Aunt Hong first.

slip away.

Qin Kong hurriedly walked towards the elevator and turned his head to look in the direction of the store, fearing that Aunt Hong and Mulan would chase him out and continue the war, but he did not notice a man walking towards him with a mountain of books in his arms.

bump!

"ah!"

There was a sharp exclamation.

Blah blah blah...

Many books were scattered on the ground, and there was also a woven basket with the vegetables falling out.

Qin Kong felt something was wrong. After bumping into someone, his body shook for a while, but he did not fall down. He turned around and looked forward.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of long legs in black stockings. Through the hazy black, you can vaguely see the toes and the white arch of the foot.

One of the black high-heeled shoes had been thrown one meter away, while the other was barely hooked by the toes.

Her legs and feet were slightly tucked inwards on the ground, and her thighs were gathered by the hip skirt to outline a mature curve. Her soft waist was also tied up, and the hem of her white shirt was tucked in, with delicate lace on the buttons, which fully captured her beautiful fullness.

Flaxen hair hung down, blue eyes were hazy, delicate cheeks were originally flawless, but there was a beauty spot at the corner of the mouth, which not only did not destroy the beauty, but made it more real.

The mature and intellectual temperament made Qin Kong a little overwhelmed.

Until the other party touched something on the ground and said -

"Um... glasses, my glasses..."

"Oh, sorry! Let me help you."

He finally reacted and first took the glasses for the other person and handed them to her.

"Thank you."

Even though Qin Kong bumped into her, she still smiled at him. That kind of tolerance is something that older people may not necessarily possess, and it reminds people of a gentle mother.

She was indeed a mother, Qin Kong knew that.

He apologized--

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Ye, did I hurt you?"

31. I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s all my fault. Does it hurt?

Mrs. Ye took her black-framed glasses, and put them on with her slender jade fingers, gently touching the frame. Her gentle face even had a scholarly air and such gentleness.

She looked at the big boy in front of her with an apologetic look on his face. He was tall and strong, and looked at her with some worry. He was a little nervous, but she could feel that he was a good boy.

The teacher couldn't help but sympathize with him. She smiled and shook her head, saying:

"I'm fine, but you have to pay attention to the road next time, otherwise you will easily fall."

I reminded him out of habit that it was the teacher's nagging.

Qin Kong felt as if he was back in high school. He could clearly feel the other person's teacher temperament and shrank his neck slightly.

He was probably not a good student before, as he would go online or play basketball whenever he got the chance. But his grades were pretty good, so the teachers were unwilling to give up on him and he was often scolded.

The teachers wanted Mulan to supervise him, but he ended up leading Mulan, the top student in the grade, astray, and the teachers were almost so angry that they got a cerebral hemorrhage.

Thinking about the past...

Qin Kong is still a little timid about the profession of teacher.

He nodded quickly, and said with some stammering -

"I, I understand. I'll help you clean up."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, not daring to look into those blue eyes that contained a hint of gentle admonition. He helped to collect all the books on the ground. After taking a closer look, they seemed to be all homework books.

After folding them, he put them aside and picked up the bag to help pick up the vegetables that had fallen out.

Mrs. Ye looked at him clumsily cleaning up and couldn't help laughing, saying -

"Thank you so much."

It was obviously Qin Kong who hit her, and he was just trying to make up for his mistake, but she actually thanked him.

This made Qin Kong feel even more ashamed, and he stretched out his hand and said -

"I'll help you up."

“Hmm…ah.”

"what happened?"

Qin Kong grabbed Mrs. Ye's fair arm. Her delicate skin was shining and boneless. When he helped her up, he suddenly heard her cry, and he immediately became nervous.

Mrs. Ye had a troubled look on her face. One foot was standing on the ground, while the other foot was on tiptoe with black silk stockings, and the heel could not touch the ground.

Qin Kong looked at the slightly flesh-colored toes, widened his eyes, and said -

"Did you sprain your ankle?"

"It seems a bit..."

Mrs. Ye probably didn't want him to blame himself too much, so she only said a little. Even at this point, she was still biased towards him, thinking that he was just a reckless child and didn't need to be blamed.

But the more this happened, the more Qin Kong couldn't let it go. He immediately squatted in front of her and said -

"Let me see."

"Hey?"

As he squatted down, Mrs. Ye's body swayed a little. Finally, she bent down slightly and held his strong shoulders. She felt her feet being held in his hands. Her face turned red. She wanted to shrink back and said - "No, there's no need to do this. I'll deal with it when I get back..."

Her feet were very dirty after a day of classes and standing. She didn't even dare to imagine what they smelled like, but now they were held in the palm of a boy's hand.

Her cheeks flushed with shame. Looking at Qin Kong, who was probably just a high school student, it was the first time she felt so embarrassed...

"It's okay, you'll be fine soon."

Having said that, without waiting for Mrs. Ye to say anything more to refuse, he held the slender ankle with one hand and the tense sole of the foot with the other.

While the beautiful feet aren’t paying attention—click!

"Hey?"

The creepy sound of bones scaring Mrs. Ye, but after a slight tremor, the pain in her foot stopped instantly. She could feel the blood flowing again and had a comfortable feeling.

"Um... um..."

How is this going?

Qin Kong gently touched Mrs. Ye's toes, looked up at her blushing face, and said -

"How about it?"

"Very comfortable."

"what?"

"No, it's not..."

What did I say without realizing it? Mrs. Ye's face turned even redder.

Qin Kong felt a little embarrassed when he saw her embarrassed look. He thought it was his fault for not asking clearly, so he asked again -

"I'm asking, will this be conscious? Or will it hurt?"

As he spoke, he touched her toes again, flattened them with his hands, and simulated the feeling of stepping on the ground.

Mrs. Ye was already somewhat at a loss. She nodded first, then shook her head. Then, realizing that she had no idea what this meant, she blushed and said:

"I can feel it now, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good."

Qin Kong breathed a sigh of relief. He played ball frequently, so spraining his ankle was commonplace. Basically, as long as the bone was straightened and he could feel his toes when touched, it would not be a big deal. If it didn't hurt, then there was nothing to worry about.

Qin Kong picked up the pile of homework books, picked up the bag of vegetables and handed them to Liu Qun,·:捌×℃五:∠⒎!№陆≈陆三』÷似⒋＼二子, and said——