Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

Song Li was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to ask for it. He was too thin-skinned. He Muyan knew his temperament, and would never force or insist on him saying "want" himself.

Moreover, they have been together for so long, and they know each other's living habits thoroughly. He Muyan has already figured out his thoughts and rules on this kind of matter.

For example, the time of the week when Song Li is most interested is basically Friday, because the next day is the weekend, so you don't have to worry too much about your health when you do it, and you can be fully tender and lingering afterwards.

What's more, when I was working, I encountered some happy things in school. When I came back at night, I would drink some red wine. Song Li didn't drink well, and when he was a little drunk, he would be very obedient, and he could do whatever he wanted. You can easily succeed with a coax.

Generally speaking, without the influence of some force majeure external factors, Song Li is still an ordinary middle-aged man with normal needs, and can even be said to be pure-hearted and ascetic.

He Muyan was different, the man who was five years younger always seemed to have endless fresh energy, and his tearful eyes were always full of tricks to torture people.

He was interested to see Song Li trimming flower branches in the garden, showing a thin white waist when he bent down.

Seeing Song Li in the kitchen researching how to make homemade jam, dipping a little bit with his fingers into his mouth to taste, the tip of his tongue was pink and tender, he was very interested.

Seeing Song Li take the coat he took off when he got off work, and then softly called "husband", his progress bar burst out of interest.

He can do it on Mondays and Wednesdays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, and on Fridays, he can hit it off with Song Li. As for weekends, if Song Li wants to, he doesn't really want to go out from home.

Of course, all of the above are just He Muyan's very unilateral personal wishes. Whether the other party is willing to cooperate is another matter.

Another very important point is that Song Li's physical recovery has not been very good since the birth of the year. He is not a very physical type, and his body is not flexible enough. This kind of physique is the one to bear In fact, it is very difficult.

Although He Muyan pays special attention to his physical condition every time, it is inevitable that there will be times when the two of them become dizzy and cannot control themselves.

The Chinese New Year is too busy recently, and Song Li needs to spend a lot of energy to take care of Niannian at such a young age. If he can't help but make trouble with him at this time, He Muyan himself will look down on him.

So it looks like they haven't been together for a while.

Just came back from my home today, Song Li was talking about being tired all the way, and the tiredness on his face was clearly visible. Under such circumstances, He Muyan had no intention of thinking about it at all.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Li took the initiative to him once in a while. He didn't look as shy and restrained as before, he was leaning halfway on the pillow, his collar slipped to one side, revealing a small part of his collarbone , with a thin layer of blush floating on the white and clean cheeks, and the water in the eyes, looking at him with a half-smile.

He Muyan admitted that he was amazed by Song Li like this, his throat moved, his already dark eyes moved even more secretly, one hand held Song Li's disturbed ankle on his waist, and gently lifted it up.

The loose trousers slid down to the knees and piled up, revealing a thin and fair calf. He Muyan lowered his head and kissed it, and Song Li trembled slightly in his hands.

"Li Li." He Muyan's voice was hoarse: "I have to go to your house tomorrow, you will be too tired."

Song Li raised his head slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and half covered the water in his eyes: "It's okay..."

He Muyan's kiss moved upwards, and the moist and hot breath sprinkled on the soft skin, stirring up a layer of fine white hair. He Muyan raised his eyes: "I try to move as lightly as possible..."

The next second after saying this, Song Li was pulled down forcefully.

Terrified, he gripped the sheet under his body tightly and bit his lip hard.

I thought, is this what you mean by moving lightly?

fraud.

The liar has been running wild for a long time, like an impatient and vicious hungry wolf, Song Li felt that if he was really a fat sheep, he would have been swallowed by now without even a single wool left.

His throat was so itchy that he couldn't speak, and he snorted a few times like a mosquito. He Muyan stuck to him and listened carefully before he realized that what he said was "thirsty, I need to drink water".

Holding him half in his arms and feeding him water, Song Li didn't even know how to swallow the water in the end, and he lost consciousness immediately when he tilted his head.

It had been a long time since he had done such a high-intensity exercise, and his physical energy was exhausted, so Song Li couldn't get up early the next morning.

It was almost nine o'clock when He Muyan woke him up. Song Li slept on his stomach with his face buried in the pillow, his body under the quilt was still naked, and he didn't need to look to know that it was covered with bruises.

He Muyan bent down and pressed against his ear and called him, "Lili, baby."

Song Li was uncomfortable being quarreled by him, and struggled a lot to open his eyelids, and his voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke: "What time is it?"

"A quarter past eight."

Song Li turned his head around: "Why have I slept for so long? Have you called Mom? I might not be able to go so early today."

He Muyan said "Yeah" and said, "Yes, tell Mom that you are not feeling well, so go a little later."

Song Li's face became hot, and he snorted, "I'm not feeling well, and I don't want to think about who caused it. I really want you to experience this feeling one day."

He Muyan gently massaged him through the quilt: "Last night Lili was so good, it hasn't been this good for a long time."

Seeing the satisfied expression on his face, Song Li was so angry that he wanted to punch him, picked up the pillow under his arm and hit him: "Shut up, shut up, and carry me to the toilet."

He Muyan seemed to have a tail growing behind him, wagging non-stop: "Okay."

Concerned that it was getting late now, they didn't delay too much, washed and changed their clothes, stuffed the entire trunk with the New Year's gifts they had prepared before, and then set off for Niannian.

Song's mother and Song's father had been waiting at home for a long time, looking forward to the stars and the moon, so they brought the family of three here. In order to cater to the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, they even took out the new clothes Song Li bought for them before and put them on. They were still reluctant to wear it before, saying it was too grand.

Watching He Muyan carry boxes, big and small, to the house, he filled the living room table in no time.

Mother Song waved her hands straight after seeing it: "I bought so many good things again, how much will it cost? It's good when people come. The whole family is celebrating the New Year lively, so it must be so extravagant and wasteful."

Song Li walked in with Niannian in his arms, looked at Mother Song's distressed expression, and said with a smile, "It's not much money, it's all our intentions, isn't it just once a year?"

Seeing him rushing up to meet him, Song's mother opened her arms to protect him: "Slow down, slow down, there is a stool here, be careful, it's not good to scare my precious grandson."

Song Li looked at her helplessly: "Mom, don't be so exaggerated, it's easier to scare your precious grandson if you do this."

"Nonsense." Song's mother glared at him and ignored him. She lowered her head to look at the little baby in his arms, and immediately burst into a smile on her face: "Oh, we are so beautiful every year, this little dress I bought it for you last time, you can see how festive it looks when you wear it, like a doll in a New Year painting."

When Song Li was in confinement, Song's mother was always there to take care of her, and it took a long time to see her every year. The little guy seemed to remember her appearance, and his big black eyes were clear and energetic. When he saw her, he "smiled" , and stretched out two fleshy claws at her with a "yay".

Mother Song's heart melted, and she stretched out her hand to hug him: "Be good every year, sweetheart, do you want grandma to hug you? Come and hug grandma."

Song Li carefully handed Niannian into her arms, watching her kiss Niannian again, and play with treasures to make him happy. The old and the young were having a great time, and Song's father watched it tickling, and also Walking over with hands behind their backs to see, the face that is always serious and serious on weekdays is also overflowing with rare love.

Song Li looked funny from the sidelines. People say that they are relatives from generation to generation, and they only heard about it before, but since they were born every year, seeing He Mu, He Fu and his own parents acting like they were young again , he finally realized the true meaning of this sentence.

The two adults teased each other for a long time, until the little guy was tired from playing, blinking his big black eyes, and seemed to want to sleep, so he reluctantly returned him to Song Li.

Song Li coaxed Niannian to sleep and saw him start snoring with his mouth open, his face was pink and he slept soundly, so he sent him to his room to sleep.

After coming out of the room, Mother Song pulled him aside, took a look at He Muyan who was sitting on the sofa chatting with Father Song, took out two red envelopes from her pocket, and handed them to him: "Here, your father and I will give you money every year." New Year's money."

Song Li didn't want to accept it, and subconsciously shook his head: "Mom, no need..."

"Just take it if you want." Mother Song glared at him: "I know you must have seen a big scene at your in-laws' house yesterday, and you must look down on the red envelopes of old men like your father and me, but no matter what In this way, your father and I have given us year after year wishes, we can't do it, we have to."

Song Li looked into her eyes and took the red envelope without any further hesitation.

"I thank you every year."

Mother Song patted him on the shoulder: "It's getting late, my chicken soup is still boiling, let's go over there to play, and see that today my mother will prepare a table full of Chinese for the three of you, and let's have a good New Year."

Song Li nodded, rolled up his sleeves and looked at her: "Then let me help you."

"No, no need." Song's mother interrupted him, stretching out her hand to push him aside: "Didn't the son-in-law say that you are not feeling well? Mom sees that your complexion is not very good. You are exhausted these days. Go and rest." , There are nut snacks or something on the table, eat some to pad your stomach first."

Song Li paused. Unexpectedly, Mother Song was still thinking about what He Muyan said about him being unwell in the morning. Thinking of the specific reason for his discomfort, Song Li couldn't help but blush a little, and didn't dare to look into Mother Song's eyes. He coughed : "Then, Mom, if you are too busy, call us at any time. Anyway, we are fine when we are idle."

"I know, I know, let's go."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-0919:06:53~2021-06-1021:53:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Gu Yantang 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 3171407611 bottles; Nanzhi Qinghan, make me fat to death! 2 bottles; 1 bottle for the Queen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!