Don't get me wrong, I really didn't mean to tease you

Chapter 89 Zhao Xueya and Zhang Meitong's Night Talk
"Crack."

The bedroom door was opened, Zhao Xueya walked in wearing a loose pajamas, saw Zhang Meitong lying on the bed, and asked curiously:

"Mom, why don't you take off your clothes when you sleep? You don't even take off your makeup."

I saw that Zhang Meitong's lower body was covered under the quilt, her upper body was still wearing the previous tight-fitting bottoming shirt, and the makeup on her face was still delicate.

"Oh, I'll read a novel for a while, and I'll take it off later."

"The face cream is in the second drawer from the lower left of the dressing table next to it, take it yourself."

Zhang Meitong pointed to the wooden dresser opposite the bed.

In the quilt, Jia Yun was being covered by the quilt, lying face down on the bed, not daring to utter a sound.

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The girl walked to the position pointed by Zhang Meitong, opened the drawer, and took out the cream, but did not leave the bedroom, but twisted her buttocks and sat on the bed beside Zhang Meitong.

This almost frightened Jia Yun's soul to fly out.

Zhao Xueya sat next to Zhang Meitong's thigh, only about ten centimeters away from Jia Yun who was under the blanket.

As long as Zhao Xueya puts one hand on the bed at this time, she will find that there is still a person hiding under the blanket.

Zhang Meitong was also frightened, but she still pretended to be very calm in front of her daughter.

"If you don't go back to sleep, what are you doing here with me?"

"What? Do you still want to use my cosmetics for nothing? Tell you, there is no way! If you want to use them, ask Jia Yun to buy them for you!"

Zhao Xueya smiled and said to Zhang Meitong:

"It's nothing, I just want to stick with you for a while~"

"Mom, thank you for accepting Jia Yun."

"I will never quarrel with my mother again, okay~"

Zhao Xueya's voice was sweet and soft, and she put her arms around Zhang Meitong, like a kitten looking for comfort, she rubbed her small face against Zhang Meitong's body, and even kissed Zhang Meitong on the face.

"Mommy is my favorite!"

If she had heard her daughter's words before, Zhang Meitong might still feel relieved, thinking that such a well-behaved and good daughter was not raised in vain.

But at this moment, Zhang Meitong only thought of haha.

I used to want to die and live for a man, like an enemy, but now that I have a man, I immediately become my mother's caring little padded jacket.

Hehe, woman! ! !
However, this is not the time to think about it.

"It's okay, it's okay, how old are you, and you are still acting like a baby with your mother here, don't rub the drool on my face."

Zhang Meitong said with disgust:
"It's getting late, go back to your room and sleep, go out and close the door."

"Oh no~"

Zhao Xueya still put her arms around Zhang Meitong, and said coquettishly:
"Let me hang around for a while~"

"Mom, how about I sleep with you tonight? We haven't slept together for a long time!"

With that said, Zhao Xueya kicked off the pink cotton mop on her feet and was about to climb onto the bed.

"ah!!!"

This frightened Zhang Meitong, she screamed and pushed Zhao Xueya away.

"Mom?"

Zhao Xueya looked at Zhang Meitong with some puzzlement.

"Cough, you, you, how old are you, and you still sleep with your mother? Are you ashamed?"

Zhang Meitong pretended to be calm and said.

"Why not?"

Zhao Xueya said aggrievedly:
"It's lonely to sleep alone, and sometimes I want to sleep with my mother."

"Oh no!"

Zhang Meitong immediately shook her head and said:
"Why are you lonely? Don't you already have a boyfriend?"

"Then you can't just forget Mommy when you have a boyfriend~"

With that said, Zhao Xueya was about to climb onto Zhang Meitong's bed again.

"No! Go down!"

Zhang Meitong ruthlessly pushed Zhao Xueya down again.

"mom!!!"

Zhao Xueya became a little anxious, and raised her voice to protest:
"You're weird tonight!"

"Mom, don't you still remember the things I quarreled with you before?"

"Oh, what are you talking about? You think I'm you? You're so narrow-minded!"

Zhang Meitong explained in a panic:
"I'm going to work during the day and cook for you at night. I'm already very tired. Now I want to go to bed early. Xueya, don't bother me, okay?"

"Oh"

Only then did Zhao Xueya nod unwillingly, just as she was about to turn around, she seemed to have remembered something, turned around and said to Zhang Meitong:
"Well, Mom, can you teach me how to do eye makeup?"

"I feel that no matter how I paint, it's not as good as what you paint for me."

"Oh, I got it, I got it, can I teach you tomorrow? Tomorrow Saturday, I don't go to work, so I can spend the whole morning teaching you, okay?"

"Then, then you have to promise!"

Zhao Xueya said anxiously:
"By the way, there is one more thing, Mom, I actually wanted to ask you a long time ago."

"Hey, my eldest lady, what's the matter with you?!"

Zhang Meitong became a little impatient.

"That's the one……"

Zhao Xueya lowered her head blushing, looked a little shy, and said falteringly:

"It's just...why is your bear so big, but I'm only so small? Obviously I should inherit it from you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Meitong couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said triumphantly:

"Oh, there is no way. Some things are destined to be born. If there is no one, it will be gone."

"Oh no?"

When Zhang Meitong said that, Zhao Xueya's expression suddenly became desperate.

Is it possible that I really want to live like this for the rest of my life? !
Seeing her daughter's flustered expression, Zhang Meitong couldn't help but want to tease her, and said with a smile:
"So, you should be mentally prepared in advance, in case Jia Yun doesn't like the airport."

Before Zhang Meitong finished speaking, Zhao Xueya jumped in anxiety and shouted:

"Mom! What are you talking about?!"

"I, I will definitely develop in the future!"

"Really? Who knows?"

Zhang Meitong shrugged with a smirk and said:

"Anyway, I rarely hear of girls who continue to develop after the age of 18."

Zhao Xueya was about to cry when she was told by Zhang Meitong, she sat down on Zhang Meitong's bed again, and shouted:
"Then, then I will work part-time to earn money in college, and then go for breast augmentation surgery!"

Zhang Meitong, who was originally teasing her daughter, changed her face when she heard this, and poked Zhao Xueya's forehead fiercely with her long and slender fingers.

"Plump your head!"

"You damn girl, when did you learn such a mess?!"

"You're out of your mind, right? Do you rely on your chest to live in this world?!"

"Do you know the process of breast augmentation surgery?!"

"That kind of surgery will require you to go to the ICU, and you might die!"

"I'm warning you! Get rid of this idea as soon as possible, otherwise, see if I don't beat you to death!"

After hearing this, Zhao Xueya cast a help-seeking look at Zhang Meitong and asked:

"Then what should I do?"

Zhang Meitong sneered and said:
"Heh, didn't you always say how much he likes you? What did you say that he only had eyes for you? In the end, can your relationship be broken because of such a small thing as small breasts?"

"If the relationship between you is so fragile, then I suggest you break up as soon as possible!"

"Oh, that's not the question! Jia Yun is not that kind of person! He never disliked me!"

Zhao Xueya eagerly defended Jia Yun:
"I just want to make my body look better, so he will definitely like me more"

Looking at the anxious expression on Zhao Xueya's face, Zhang Meitong sighed helplessly and said:

"Okay, okay, isn't it just that the breasts are a little smaller, making it look like the end of the world, is it necessary?"

"Let me tell you, Xiong Da also has troubles of Xiong Da. It's very inconvenient to go to gym class for running, exercising, etc., especially in summer, when it's so hot."

"If a person, especially a woman, can only reflect her value by her face and body, then this kind of woman might as well die!"

It was the familiar preaching again, Zhao Xueya was a little unhappy.

"Hmph, who doesn't know the truth? Anyway, you are a big bear, and you don't have any troubles in this area. Of course, you can tell me not to care about it!"

"It's like those rich people who have already made a lot of money like to tell ordinary people that money is not important every day, hum!"

Zhao Xueya crossed her arms and sat on Zhang Meitong's bed sulking. Zhang Meitong saw that she was still refusing to leave, so she could only say:

"Oh, well, I lied to you just now. Girls still have a chance to develop after the age of 18. Usually, pay more attention to supplementing nutrition, drink more milk, eat more papaya, or you can stew papaya in milk."

"Is this... really effective?"

Zhao Xueya asked with some doubts.

"I can't guarantee this. After all, I don't have a need for this, and I haven't tried it."

When Zhang Meitong said this, she had a smug expression again.

"Mom, I heard people say that massaging can stimulate growth, but...why I have been pressing for a long time, but there is no effect?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Zhang Meitong couldn't help laughing.

"No. Xiaoya, you won't hide in your room alone every night and give yourself a massage, right?"

Zhao Xueya's little face turned red all of a sudden.

"That's right, there's no such thing!!!"

"I usually ask Jia Yun to give me a massage!"

"what?!"

"usually?!"

Zhang Meitong's expression changed immediately when she heard this, and Zhao Xueya also realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, so she hurriedly shut up.

"It means he pressed you a long time ago?"

"You didn't do it in school, did you?!"

"Oh, it's not important"

Zhao Xueya dodged her eyes and said guiltily.

"you!!!"

Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, seeing Zhao Xueya's reaction, Zhang Meitong can be sure that the two of them must have had sex in school when they were studying.

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"You didn't secretly read pornographic books on your phone during school, did you?!"

"Give me your phone, I want to check!!!"

Zhao Xueya became anxious when she heard it, and hurriedly shouted:
"Oh mom! Why are you like this?!"

"I've already graduated, why are you holding on to the past?!"

"Hmph, you'd better give me a satisfactory result in the score check in a few days, otherwise, let's see how I deal with you!"

Zhang Meitong said angrily.

"I know, don't worry!"

Zhao Xueya quickly changed the subject and said:
"Mom, seriously, does massage work?"

"It is definitely useful to some extent, but how much it is useful depends on the individual's physique. Of course, the technique of massage is also very important. It is definitely not acceptable to rub it blindly."

"Then what should be the correct way?"

Zhao Xueya asked eagerly.

"Oh, Xueya, you're so annoying. I told you I'm going to sleep. I'll teach you tomorrow, okay? Go back to sleep, be good!"

Zhang Meitong also seemed to notice that Jia Yun's breath in the quilt was getting weaker and weaker, and hurriedly urged Zhao Xueya to go out.

"I do not!!!"

Zhao Xueya said stubbornly:

"I have to learn now, or I won't leave!"

Seeing Zhao Xueya's posture, she is determined not to leave tonight.

Seeing this, Zhang Meitong finally had no choice but to compromise, saying:

"Okay, then you go over there and take off your clothes."

"Great!!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xueya jumped up excitedly from the bed, ran to the closet, turned her back to Zhang Meitong, and began to take off her pajamas.

Zhang Meitong had sharp eyes and quick hands. Taking advantage of this gap, she hurriedly let go of her legs, got out of bed, and covered Jia Yun with a quilt. The whole process took less than five seconds.

"Hoo hoo. Finally saved."

Jia Yun's hands were tied behind Zhang Meitong's stockings, panting heavily under the quilt.

Really, a few minutes later, I am afraid that I will die.

"That. Mom, I, I've done it."

Zhao Xueya turned around with a blushing face.

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Grass mud horse.

Zhao Xueya stood up, put on her pajamas, and was about to go out when Zhang Meitong stopped her suddenly.

"Wait a moment!"

"Uh, what else is there?"

Zhang Meitong looked at Zhao Xueya's big watery eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and said seriously:

"Remember to take safety measures."

When Zhao Xueya heard this, her blushing face instantly turned red.

"I know, I know!"

"I'm going back to sleep!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xueya opened the bedroom door, and ran away as if fleeing.

"Call this dead girl, really"

Zhang Meitong finally breathed a sigh of relief, she locked the bedroom door behind her back, then twisted her waist and returned to the bed, and stretched out her hand to lift off the quilt.

"Hoo hoo. Finally saved!"

The long-lost air was poured into the lungs again, and Jia Yun greedily breathed in the fresh air like the rain after a long drought.

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"That's right, it's not!"

Jia Yun blushed and said:

"Do you think I'm a pervert?!"

"Hehe, don't you?"

Zhang Meitong smiled charmingly, turned over Jia Yun who was facing down, took a look and understood, and raised the corner of her mouth.

"You men, you are really stubborn. You are so honest, but you still have to pretend to be a gentleman."

"Speaking of which, I forgot just now, if you put another ball of stockings in your mouth, wouldn't you be happier?"

"Go to hell, okay?! Untie me!"

Jia Yun struggled to protest.

"Untie? Hehe."

Zhang Meitong stared straight at Jia Yun with her beautiful big eyes, and said with a sinister smile:

"Did you forget? I said before, tonight, I want to take the initiative."

While talking, the woman stretched out her hand to poke Jia Yun's white and tender face, leaned close to Jia Yun's ear, and whispered softly:
"You brought my Xueya into such a bad state, you say, how should I punish you? Little~bad~bastard~"

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(End of this chapter)