Chapter 212 My Personal Things, I Don't Want Others to Touch

"I have to learn, I don't want others to touch my personal things." He said this vaguely.

Lan Xiao covered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Wen Muchu, God, he was teasing her again.

What does he mean by that? His personal things don't need to be touched by others, so let her touch them?

Then their relationship... what is it now?

She was nervous and shy, biting her lips and staring at him.

"you……"

"Okay, don't worry, do you really hope that I will show this thing to others? Come, I will teach you..."

Wen Muchu chuckled lightly, held her hand gently, hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder, and then still spread out her panties with her hands, teaching her how to fold.

Lan Xiao kept her eyes closed the whole time, it was useless to resist, Wen Muchu didn't let her go at all, he was just teasing her.

The man's playfulness resumed.

He held her hand, placed it on a bump, and asked badly, "Guess what this is?"

Lan Xiao was about to collapse, her face flushed red, and her eyes were tightly closed without making a sound.

She feels that the current Wen Muchu is so evil, this... is this the cold and noble Wen Muchu she knew?

The two of them were sweet in the house, and Wen Cheng was outside, and they were very uncomfortable.

He tried to get closer to the bedroom several times, but was immediately pulled by Wen's mother.

Mother Wen raised Wen Muchu from a young age. What kind of mind does her son have, and how can she not know?

The son likes Lan Xiao, she will not object, it is this daughter, the stupidity makes her a little headache.

She stared at Wen Cheng and scolded in a low voice, "The couple are so sweet and greasy in one place, why are you going to mix it up?"

Wen Cheng pouted angrily and replied, "I just don't like Lan Xiao..."

Mother Wen poked her on the forehead and scolded her with disgust: "Does it matter if you don't like Xiaoxiao? The key is if your brother likes it or not? Every day, I don't know why you are doing so much, your brother is looking for a girlfriend. Do you want to see your face? I tell you, don't mess with it if you have nothing to do, if you offend your brother, I don't care about you anyway."

Although she is a daughter, Mother Wen is not partial. She just loves Wen Muchu. Although this son is not her own, it is better than her own. After so many years, she almost forgot that Wen Muchu was not born to her.

Now that her son is in her twenties, she has finally found someone she likes. She can't let her daughter do bad things.

Wen Cheng rubbed the forehead that was stabbed by Mother Wen, and said a little unconvinced: "Mom, you are eccentric."

"Okay, don't make trouble, go back to your own house and tidy up, I don't have time to take care of you." Mother Wen didn't care at all, she waved her hand and banged Wen Cheng back to the house.

Wen Cheng reluctantly pouted and went back to the house. With her mother's warning, she didn't dare to mess around. If she really annoyed her brother, she would be miserable.

Ever since she was a child, she has been afraid of her brother.

Mother Wen cleaned up the living room for a while, and then went back to her bedroom.

Opening the door, he saw Father Wen leaning against the head of the bed, trying hard to hold a water glass not far away.

Mother Wen was startled, ran over quickly, took a water glass and handed it to Father Wen.

"If you want to drink water and get something, call me. What if you fall?"

Father Wen didn't say a word, took a sip of the cup with a bad face, and took a sip of water.

Mother Wen wasn't angry either, she pursed her lips carelessly and went to pack up the clothes piled up in the closet.

Three shifts