An older single woman meets a domineering CEO on a blind date

It seems that his ex-wife is still deeply obsessed with this matter. However, so many years have passed. Is it still meaningful to ask such a question?

I couldn't answer this question, so I got out of bed, took my phone and ran downstairs to find the uncle.

The uncle was cutting green peppers in the kitchen. I went up to him and asked: Zheng XX, your ex-wife asked you why you didn’t secretly get a marriage certificate when you were with the mistress?

The uncle said: Don't pay attention to her, she always asks weird questions.

I pestered him and said: Tell me, I want to know too

The uncle reached out and hooked my nose with his index finger, then said: Is there any need to say this? Of course it’s because I love you more.

I quickly pushed his hand away and said: Stop trying to fool me, I don't believe it. We haven't really gotten the marriage certificate, you are the one who lied to your mother.

The uncle looked at me and said: That's because you don't want to go with me. I dream of going with you to get it. If you are willing, I can take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow.

I said: Even if I want to go now, I can’t. My household registration book was hidden by my father. I looked for it at home but couldn’t find it.

The uncle smiled and said: Your dad is afraid that you will be cheated by me.

I said: Of course, I am his only precious daughter. If I get married one day, my father will definitely cry.

As soon as I finished speaking, the uncle's cell phone rang again. I looked and it was his ex-wife.

His ex-wife sent him a question mark.

I took it to the uncle and showed it to him, and said: If you don’t answer her, she won’t be able to sleep at night.

The uncle said: Then just reply to her.

I asked: What’s going on?

The uncle said: You can reply however you want.

I threw the phone to him and said: Then you answer it yourself, I don’t know how to reply.

The uncle washed his hands, then picked up his phone and typed a line of words. After sending it, he put it down and started cooking lobsters.

I quickly took his phone and ran to the side to take a look. He looked at me, smiled, and shook his head speechlessly.

I opened WeChat and saw that he replied: Because I don't love you enough. Don't ask this kind of question in the future, my wife will misunderstand if she sees it. Go to bed, good night!

I held the phone in my hands and looked at it, feeling warm in my heart, and the corners of my mouth unconsciously curled up.

Mr. Zheng is really becoming more and more to my liking.

Soon, his ex-wife replied: Then I wish you happiness!

I replied with two words: Thank you!

He was cooking lobsters seriously. I ran behind him, stretched out my arms, hugged his waist, and put my head against his back.

He held a spatula, and I followed him every time he took a step forward, and I also took a step back every time he took a step back...

He said: Little thing, don't hug me, I can't cook.

I leaned my head forward and said: Then kiss me.

He smiled and bent down to kiss me. I looked at his sweet smile but still didn't let go.

He said: Let me go first, and wait until I finish cooking before hugging you, okay?

I hugged his waist tightly and said: I don’t want it, I want to hold you and I won’t let go.

I clung to him like a conjoined twin.

He opened a can of beer and poured it all into the lobster, then covered the pot.

He said: If you don’t let go, you will regret it!

I said: I won't let go! What can you do to me? What can you do to me?

He dropped the spatula, moved a few steps to the side, turned on the faucet and went to wash his hands.

I still held him from behind and refused to let go.

After washing his hands, he wiped them with a piece of kitchen paper, then pried my hands away from his waist.

When he was about to turn around, I shook off his hand and tried to run...

But I was not as fast as him. He had already grabbed me, then put his arm around my waist and pulled me in front of him.

He was behind me, pressed against my back.

I pulled his hand and asked: What are you doing?

He said: I told you to fuck me! After that, he reached out and pulled the belt of my bathrobe, and then pulled the belt off with one hand.

In an instant, the front of my bathrobe came apart. He grabbed the collar on the back of the bathrobe and with a little force, he stripped the bathrobe off my body...

Damn, I’m not wearing anything underneath.

I saw his face turn red, and I quickly turned around to grab the bathrobe from his hand. I said: Give it back to me!

He held my arm with one hand and hid the bathrobe behind his back with the other. I reached behind him to grab it, but he held the bathrobe and raised his hands higher. There was a huge height difference between him and me, so I couldn't get it.

I was wearing slippers, and then I jumped and jumped to grab it~

He held up the bathrobe with one hand and took the opportunity to touch my chest with the other hand, with a sly smile on his face.

Damn, that’s so bad.

After a few jumps, the bathrobe was caught by me.

But I hadn't held the bathrobe in my hand for more than three seconds before he snatched it back. Then he got really angry and wrapped the bathrobe into a ball with the belt and threw it up with force, landing on top of the cupboard.

Damn it! I can’t even get it now!

I looked up at the top of the cabinet, and he took the opportunity to touch my breast again, then said to me with a smirk on his face: Just be naked!

I looked at him angrily and squatted down, not letting him see!

He opened the lid of the pot and flipped the lobster a few times with a spatula, then added a bottle of beer, covered it with the lid and continued to cook.

After I washed my hands, he came over to pull me up, saying, "Get up quickly! What are you covering? Haven't I seen it before?"

I simply stood up and said: Let me go, I want to go upstairs to get dressed.

He held me and wouldn't let me go. He said: What do you want to wear? You'll look better without any clothes. It's hot, but not cold either. It's okay to be naked!

Then he looked at me as if he was looking at something else, and I felt creepy.

But I was thick-skinned in front of him. I said: I need to put on my clothes. I have never walked around the kitchen or living room naked in my life. What if someone sees me like this? I don't want to live anymore...

The uncle said: "Where are the others? It's just you and me at home. The curtains are drawn tightly. Don't worry, you can't see even a fly except me."

I said: Do you want me to eat lobster naked?

The uncle looked at me with a sly smile and said: Just eat it like this, I’ll peel it for you!

I was speechless and just looked at him without saying anything.

He let go of my hand and said: Don’t run, little thing. If you dare to run, I will spank you. Do you believe it?

I looked at him, smiled and said: I won't run.

He picked up the spatula and went to fiddle with the lobster again. After turning it over a few times, he looked back at me, afraid that I would run away.

I asked him: Is it not cooked yet?

The uncle said: Cook it a little longer and it will be ready soon.

Then he put down the spatula, turned around and leaned against the stove, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at me as if he was watching a show.

I stood naked in front of him, rolled my eyes at him and cursed him, saying: "You old pervert! Look at me again! You'll get stye if you look at me again!"

He looked at me and said: Wow! Little thing, your figure is really amazing. I can never get tired of looking at it. You have fair skin, a thin waist, long legs, and just the right size breasts.

I said: Don’t you think my breasts are too small?

He said: It’s not small, it’s become bigger now because I touched it.

I rolled my eyes at him and said: You just think I'm too young and you're afraid I'll hit you so you don't dare to tell the truth, right?

He turned around and turned off the fire, walked up behind me, hugged me and said: It's not small, it wouldn't look good if it were any bigger.