My Girl and Tenderness

The mother-in-law cast a sharper glance at her daughter, tapped her forehead and said:

"A daughter who is married off is like water spilled. The ancients were right."

"So aren't you also scolding yourself by saying that?"

"How dare you talk back?"

"..." Mulan raised her hands in surrender. Children have to get used to their parents' double standards. She is no longer at the age when she loved to talk back to her mother about everything in junior high school.

Now it is, yes, yes, you are right.

The mother and daughter fell silent again.

My mother-in-law closed her eyes slightly, seemed to sigh, nodded and said -

"You're right. It depends on what he did... I'm just too obsessed with it."

"No, even if you look at what he did, you have reason to be angry just because he has a harem."

"So what do you mean? I scolded him and you showed me what he did. I admitted that he did a good job, but you said he did a bad job and you deliberately talked back to me!"

He hit his daughter on the head, which was obviously a deliberate act against him.

Mulan covered her head and stuck out her tongue, then sat on the bed like a duck, with the soles of her tender feet facing outwards. She hugged her mother's arm with a smile on her face and said -

"What? I'm speaking for you. It's all that stinky man's fault. Whatever mom says is right."

"I won't tell you anymore. It's not nutritious."

"Where are you going?"

"..." Mother-in-law stood up, went to the closet to change into a set of clothes, and said -

"I said yesterday that I would cook him a meal."

"Eh? You still do it even though you hate him so much?"

"Two different things. Just do it if you agree to it."

Mulan was suspicious for a while, thought about it and said -

"Ordinary poison probably won't work on him, so you can come down and vent your anger."

"Who said I was going to poison you? You are just saying weird things!"

As she said this, she threw the nightgown she had taken off at Mulan's face and rummaged through the closet. In fact, there were not many clothes, just repetitive work clothes, suits and trousers or hip skirts and black stockings, which were steady and decent.

There are also several evening gowns, which are required for some evening parties, but wearing them at home doesn't feel as natural as wearing a suit.

Mulan covered her mouth and chuckled——

"Are you not going to continue wearing the cheongsam to please your good son-in-law? I think he likes it very much."

"Why should I please him? I wish he would go away and put it on for you. Go please your good husband."

He threw it at his daughter's face again.

Then he took out a set of cool short-sleeved shorts and put them on, which left a slight indentation on the soft flesh of his thighs.

"It's a little small..."

"Isn't this my dress?"

Mulan took off the cheongsam from her face and looked at her mother wearing her clothes. The mature charm and the youthful and beautiful hot pants outfit formed a wonderful contrast.

The pants were a little bit too tight and didn't fit well, showing the entire crotch line and making the thighs slightly sunken.

"Why, I can't wear it?"

"Yes, of course I can."

Mulan stared at her mother's sharp eyes, and prostrated herself on the bed.

"It fits my mother perfectly. She looks like a teenage girl."

"Smooth talking, you must have learned that from that little scoundrel."

Mulan never used to say sweet words to her mother.

592. Caught Husband in Bed

His influence on Mulan is so obvious. Ever since they were kicked out of the house, she has actually been a little gloomy. The reason she can joke like this is because he is adjusting.

In fact, this family has always been influenced by him.

It has been like this since a long time ago, but he himself may not have noticed it.

She was wearing a cool black suspender top that slightly exposed her waist. She tried to loosen the hot pants that were a bit tight with her hands, but the tight feeling made her frown slightly.

"Why are you wearing such small clothes?"

"It's just right for me."

Mulan's eyes were vague, as if she was hinting at something but she didn't dare to say it clearly.

The mother-in-law narrowed her eyes and said:

"Are you calling me fat?"

"How dare you."

Mulan wiped the sweat off her forehead. As a woman, she knew where women's minefields were. She smiled and said:

"Mom, you are plump and blessed. You are not fat at all."

Actually, it’s not quite right to say that she is plump. It’s just that the clothes are too small. Aunt Mu’s figure is perfect. The proportions and lines of her body don’t show at all that she is someone who has given birth to a child.

She pulled her pants, which were too tight so she could only lift her hips a little to look more amazing, and said--

"You're wearing these clothes from high school, right? You haven't thrown them away for so long. It looks like I'm abusing you."

"Wearing old clothes is abuse? That doesn't make sense. I just like wearing them."

Mulan’s thoughts are very simple——

"I'll keep wearing it if it's comfortable. It won't be a bad fit anyway."

"..." Hearing this, the mother-in-law looked her daughter up and down again. Her long legs were placed on the bed, and the slightly immature girl's figure was thin and cool.

Mulan felt her gaze fixed on her chest, twitched her lips, and carefully lay on the bed to cover it up.

She loved lying on the sofa at home, as if to hide herself from being laughed at. And this posture happened to show off her long legs, which could attract his slaps, so it gradually became a habit.

"Hey."

The mother-in-law put her hands on her waist and shook her head——

"I really don't know how you grew up. You should have gotten enough nutrition."

"Oh, you're so annoying."

Mulan rolled around on the bed with her head in her hands, looking at her mother's sexy figure in her clothes. She really didn't inherit her mother's genes at all.

No wonder the brothers have been so close for so many years, having two taels of strength in the chest is essential, right?

Oh man.

Mom put on her own clothes, and now Mulan was about to get up. Looking at the black cheongsam in her hand, she took off her nightgown neatly and put it on.

It's much faster indeed.

"Wow, this button on the side... doesn't have a zipper? What if it pops off?"

Just expose your whole body.

But soon Mulan found that there was no need to worry about this. She patted her empty chest and wisely shut up.

He came to his mother, put his arm around her waist and said:

"Oh, my dear daughter, you are dressed so beautifully today."

"I'm your mother! Don't be disrespectful."

I nodded her head, but I wasn't really angry. I knew she was joking and said that she looked younger. Even though she was very busy at work every day, she took care of herself and didn't look as haggard as others.

After last night's experience, her skin became more delicate, radiant, and she looked much younger.

Immortal cultivators are truly amazing.

"Let's go and wake up that little bastard."

"Well, go wake up that beast that pissed off my mother."

"..." When the mother-in-law heard her daughter talking about her son-in-law like that, she subconsciously opened her mouth to stop her, but then she thought that doing so would seem like she was still biased.

He is such a bad person, but I still favor him. It seems unreasonable.

So he shut up.

Seeing her mother's tangled look, Mulan covered her mouth and laughed secretly, saying -

"Then I'll go, mom will go prepare breakfast for him."

"It's prepared for you, and you can do it for him by the way."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Mulan, dressed in a cheongsam, ran out noisily. She was not afraid of revealing anything through the opening on her side, after all, she was the only man in the house. However, her steps were too big and a bit too tight, so in order not to tear her clothes, she could only walk at a bird pace.

"What troublesome clothes. It's really not easy to please a man."

How did mom come up with the idea of ​​wearing cheongsam?

Although it does have a mature feel to it.

I've passed this hurdle. I'll go talk to him first. He was so arrogant last night, I guess he's crying in his bed now, mumbling like a child, "My mother-in-law hates me, woooo".

Mulan laughed, really like that mama's boy.

He ran to his door.

Boom boom boom!

I hammered the door hard and said to my husband inside with a joyful voice:

"Idiot, are you awake yet? You didn't sleep all night, did you? I have good news for you. Mom is not mad at you..."

Having said that, he opened the door without waiting for the person inside to reply.

Huh? Not locked?

Without thinking too much, as soon as I pushed the door open, I heard a panicked voice from inside -

“Wait, wait a minute!!!”

Helpless and desolate.

……

When time went back to an earlier time, Qin Kong's hands were still restless in his sleep. He held his "wife" in his arms and played with her from time to time, making strange noises.

I basically treated it as my own real-life pillow, like a naughty child, clingy and annoying.

"No, no... spare me..."

The woman in his arms mumbling in her sleep made him frown slightly. After a night's sleep, he felt much better and felt a little strange. Why did his wife seem much more fragile today?

In the past, Mu Lan was always very tough-talking. Without trying hard, it was impossible to get her to say such nice and soft words. As soon as she woke up, she would start to be tough-talking as soon as she had just retracted her tongue.

Hmm... What kind of quilt is this? Fluffy, like feathers? At first, it was just a small doubt in his half-awake state, and he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't enough to wake him up.

until……

"Ok?"

Why, why does something seem to be wrong? A feeling that could never exist on Mulan's body appeared, causing him to freeze.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a head of black hair and a petite figure hanging on him, as if nailed to his cross, a bit like an execution posture.

His mouth was wide open, and from time to time, fragmented sounds came out of his mouth due to his movements.

He pulled a pair of wings and covered himself with them.

Seeing this, Qin Kong slowly opened his mouth. This, this... who is this?

There appeared a scumbag who didn’t even know who he slept with.

It has finally come to this.