Siheyuan: Doctor from the steel rolling mill, Auntie Lou Xiaoe comes to your door

"Dong Liang, alas, I have suffered so much these years, so miserable."

"You don't even know that I'm living the same life as a widow..."

Gong Xiulan, who has an arrogant personality, has been married to Director Li since she was a child.

This was indeed decided by her grandfather.

At that time, her grandfather was the most powerful person in the family, the kind of person who said everything.

"Auntie, in your era, marriage was not independent, which was also very painful."

"It's okay now. Marriage is free. Maybe you can consider getting rid of Director Li and find someone you like to marry."

Gong Xiulan's beautiful eyes widened, Jia Dongliang saw it, and was still hesitant.

After all, she is a person from the old society, and her feudal ideas are still very deep.

"Wouldn't you be laughed at by others?"

Jia Dongliang really felt that Gong Xiulan had too deep feudal concepts.

"In this day and age, there are indeed many people gossiping, and this is inevitable."

"The key is to see if this person is worth it? Director Li works with this person and that person every day, and he might get sick one day. Aren't you afraid...?"

"Moreover, many people have heard about what he did in the factory. Even if you divorce him, others will talk about him behind his back."

Gong Xiulan thought he was right.

"Dongliang, although you are young, you are very independent."

"Thank you for untying the knot in Auntie's heart."

Realizing that she had fallen into Jia Dongliang's arms, Gong Xiulan felt a little embarrassed and quickly straightened up.

Although the stove was burning in Jia Dongliang's room, he couldn't bear Gong Xiulan's thin clothing. In order to wear a cheongsam, she wore tight pants underneath, which outlined the lines of her legs to an alluring level.

Especially when I sit down, it looks like it will burst.

This figure is not ordinary, it is simply breathtaking.

Even if Jia Dongliang's heart was still, it was rolling like waves.

Gong Xiulan shivered unconsciously, it was cold.

If you want demeanor but not warmth, this is the end result.

"What's wrong, aunt? Are you cold?"

"How about I make the briquette stove bigger?"

Jia Dongliang directly unscrewed the cover under the briquette stove and turned the fire to maximum.

But Gong Xiulan still couldn't help but tremble.

The briquette stoves of this era are not as warm as the small sun, and after the briquette stove is turned on, the flames will not come out immediately, and it has to be done slowly.

So Gong Xiulan was still shivering from the cold.

"Auntie, how about you sit in my arms and I hold you and roast you on the fire. That would be better."

At this time, Jia Dongliang couldn't tell her to get under the covers.

Gong Xiulan's face immediately turned red.

"Is this appropriate?"

Jia Dongliang is a hot-blooded young man, and she is also a woman who has been thirsty for a long time. The slightest flame will burn like dry wood.

"What's inappropriate? Auntie is cold, so I'll warm her up."

After chatting with Jia Dongliang for a while, Gong Xiulan admired his character very much.

But this ambiguous behavior of sitting on his lap made her feel a little unacceptable.

"I said, I won't force you to do anything."

"Just think of me as your relative, and you won't mind if your relative gives you a little warmth, right?"

Jia Dongliang's words made Gong Xiulan dispel her doubts and sit in Jia Dongliang's arms.

Jia Dongliang was wearing a military coat, and the number was relatively large, which just happened to hold Gong Xiulan in his arms.

Jia Dongliang did not do any wrongdoing as she promised.

Gong Xiulan huddled in his arms, feeling particularly safe, and suddenly felt much warmer.

As the saying goes, when you are full and warm, you miss hidden jade.

Smelling the scent of Jia Dongliang, Gong Xiulan's body was also quietly changing.

Moreover, the position of her buttocks...

Every time Gong Xiulan moved, she felt like torture.

Feelings slowly rose up in the long-suffering heart.

"Auntie, are you just Li Ranran's daughter? Don't you and Director Li have any plans to have another son?"

Gong Xiulan blushed and wanted to plunge into Jia Dongliang's arms.

"One daughter is enough. To be honest, I feel sick when I see Li Qingshan's face now."

"It's even more impossible to have a son."

Jia Dongliang rubbed his buttocks and wanted to change into a more comfortable position.

But something bad happened... just up...

"Then the people in Li Qingshan's family didn't push you? I remember that he seems to be a single generation of the third generation."

Jia Dongliang remained calm, but Gong Xiulan suffered a lot.

Although he didn't do anything, his unintentional behavior had already caused a big reaction in Gong Xiulan.

Jia Dongliang felt her body tremble slightly.

"It's... he hates... to let... me... give him... three... sons..."

"But I...don't like...him..."

The fire in the briquette stove gradually became stronger, and the fire in Gong Xiulan's heart also rose.

Just at this time, a piece of paper placed on the table floated to the briquette stove and burned quickly.

The sparks actually splashed on Gong Xiulan's body, and Jia Dongliang was so panicked that he quickly wanted to get the sparks away.

This spark fell from the wrong place.

This time it was like turning on Gong Xiulan's switch.

It's so uncomfortable.

But this traditional woman always felt that she couldn't lose her face, so she tried hard to endure it.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry, there's a hole burned in your cheongsam."

Jia Dongliang looked at the location of the burnt hole in the expensive cheongsam. It was so clever.

The underwear inside was torn, almost burning the skin inside.

And faintly from the hole that cannot be burned...

"what……"

Gong Xiulan also felt a sense of coolness.

The key is that the area of ​​the hole is not small, and a large area of ​​skin is exposed.

"Auntie, it's all my fault. I'll accompany you to Xueru Silk and Satin Shop to make a new cheongsam later."

This cheongsam is indeed of great significance to Gong Xiulan, but Jia Dongliang did not mean it.

"It's okay, Dongliang, it's just a piece of clothing, don't take it to heart."

Gong Xiulan was speechless at this time, because Jia Dongliang was still on the ground.

"How can that be done? I can see that your clothes are old."

"Although we may not be able to make something exactly like this at Xueru Satin Shop, at least let me make up for it."

Jia Dongliang was completely unaware that the wave was surging, and the delicate touch made him a little nostalgic.

This is really hard for Gong Xiulan, it’s really hard.

After getting Gong Xiulan's consent, Jia Dongliang decided to make a unique cheongsam for Gong Xiulan according to his design.