My husband always wears my panties

Chapter 19

When I woke up the next day, I turned on my phone and saw a row of messages followed by the post, all of them were asking about the follow-up situation, and the bottom line was looking for the original poster, and some even had their brains open, asking me if I should post Her husband was found out and suffered domestic violence.

After this topic unfolded, everyone suddenly realized, and left a message below to find a way to rescue me, and some people asked if I could go to the police station to file a case if I disappeared online for 24 hours.It's just that I don't know where the landlord is from, and which police station can handle it.

Someone laughed at the manager: "What the hell is missing online for 24 hours, people should go to bed."

Next, the style of the post changed, and it completely became a legal science post. The long paragraphs of legal provisions made my eyes dizzy, and there were a few "educated" and "saigao" replies in it. I have completely forgotten the title of this post, and I have forgotten whether I have been domestically abused or not.

I turned over and found a comfortable position to type, "Thank you everyone, my husband and I have reconciled, and sure enough there was a fight at the head of the bed and [happy] [happy] at the end of the bed".

Putting down the phone, I looked up at Wen Lun, and seeing that he hadn't woken up, I nestled into his arms and continued to sleep.

Two days later, Wen Lun and I embarked on a journey to his house.

Sitting in the car, I put my legs together, fisted down with my hands, and put them obediently on my knees.

"You don't have to be so tense, my parents like you very much," Wen Lun said with his left hand along my back.

All, very, like, like?Needless to say, Aunt Wen met last time, when did Uncle Wen know me?What have you been doing secretly without me knowing? !

Wen Lun seemed to see my doubts, and answered me before I went completely berserk: "When I went home, I mentioned you a few times, and I told them that you are my best friend."

Wen Lun tried his best to calm my emotions.

He told me that at the time, and I naively believed it.

That's Wen Lun. No matter what problem they encounter, their family will pick it out clearly, and they will sit down and negotiate calmly.

The whole family has that sharp personality.

Aunt Wen mentioned this matter to me later. She said that when she was looking for parents at school, she noticed that we had an unusual relationship, and later asked Wen Lun explicitly when Wen Lun came home.

At that time, Aunt Wen called Uncle Wen and Wen Lun to drink tea together in the living room. When talking about our school looking for parents, she mentioned, "Ah Lun, are you and that classmate Huo in a relationship?" ?”

Wen Lun took a sip of tea calmly, put down the teacup and looked at his parents solemnly, "Yes, we like each other."

Wen Lun said that he never worried about being discovered by his parents about puppy love or having sex. Although his parents lived a rigid life, their thinking was not rigid at all.

It should be because he has seen too many unbelievable things, and he is no longer surprised by such things, so he always came out to his parents very frankly. It’s nothing, just falling in love with someone, just like most teenagers .

Aunt Wen said "hmm" and didn't say anything else, but Uncle Wen frowned, "What kind of child is the other party?"

Wen Lun turned to his father and replied: "He is very good, lively and lovely, kind and brave. He is my first friend there. He usually works very hard. Now his goal is to go to the same university as me. You can rest assured that we will I will be responsible for my future."

Uncle Wen nodded. Although he hadn't met him yet, judging from his son's description, he should be a good boy, and he believed that with Wen Lun's picky character, he would definitely not let himself down.I still understand the vision of my son.

Seeing that his father seemed to have misunderstood, Wen Lun took the initiative to explain: "Xia Yang is a boy".

Uncle Wen stopped drinking tea and thought a little deeper, "Aren't you two going to have children in the future?"

Wen Lun shook his head: "It's too early to talk about the child. I will discuss it with Xia Yang in the future. If he likes children, I have no objection to surrogacy or adoption."

It was rare for Uncle Wen to be choked by his son. Actually, that's not what he wanted to say, but looking at Wen Lun's determined expression, forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Uncle Wen also learned about the current living conditions of the two, and Wen Lun told the truth.

Uncle Wen nodded. He was not dazzled by love. Even if he loves others, he still has himself in his life. This kind of relationship will last longer, which is very good.

Uncle Wen mentioned a few more words about Wen Lun, and then ended the topic, and the family talked about the latest archaeological discoveries.

So, without my knowledge, Wen Lun came out so vigorously and succeeded.

At that time, I was sitting next to Wen Lun, worrying whether I would be able to leave a perfect impression on his parents. If this time goes well, it will be easier to come out in the future.

As for the matter of coming out of the closet, Wen Lun didn't tell me until a long time after he was afraid of scaring me. Even his parents helped him, pretending that he didn't know anything.Now when I think of how I and Wen Lun were good friends at that time, I really don't see it.

Wen Lun's parents are very warm to me, they really like me as Wen Lun said, mother Wen cooks a lot of delicious food for me, half of the table is full of my favorite dishes, before we go I asked Wen Lun to do it.

I brought them some of our famous snacks and some well-crafted woven fabrics, which I found in several markets, and the two of them liked it very much.

Wen Lun's room is still neat and tidy, except for books, there are still books in the room, but occasionally you can find a few interesting ornaments. Wen Lun said that they were toys from his childhood, because there were too few of them. Aunt Wen has always kept it as a treasure.

I rummaged around in his house like a thief trying to wipe him out. Fortunately, I got a lot of goods. I couldn't help finding the remote-controlled plane he used to play with, and I also found a picture book of an actress.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, that actress is really an idol, good-looking, and good-looking, there are few of us who were not infatuated with him when we were teenagers, and I also pasted his poster on the bedside .

"It's a celebrity I liked when I was very young," Wen Lun explained, "And, now that I've been bent by you, I can't like her anymore."

I joked: "So I want to buy the picture book of male stars?"

Wen Lun was not angry when I teased him, he pinched my nose with a smile.

I also dug out a photo album of his childhood. Wen Lun probably didn't like taking pictures, so he didn't have many photos left. In just a few photos, his little face was crumpled tightly, and he didn't look like he was smiling.

There are also a few photos of the little girl. After comparing them carefully, I looked at Wen Lun in disbelief.

Wen Lun's tone was also a little helpless, "Mom always wanted a girl, but I turned out to be a boy. She almost suffered from postpartum depression for a while."

I was surprised: "So in the end you were successfully cured by dressing you up as a girl?"

Wen Lun nodded heavily.

I laughed and lay on his bed, Wen Lun said, in order to put Aunt Wen in a good mood, she kept dressing Wen Lun as a girl, wearing skirts, braids, and beautiful flower hairpins until Wen Lun went to primary school Only then did Uncle Wen stop Aunt Wen's behavior.

It is said that it was Uncle Wen who first suggested raising Wen Lun as a girl.

I lay on the bed and flipped through the photos page by page. Wen Lun's hands also started to become dishonest. He started kneading and kneading my butt. I turned around and tried to kick him, but failed. He was pressed down on the bed.

I pushed him, "Get up, your parents are still next door"

Wen Lun unbuttoned my clothes and said, "It's okay, they've already fallen asleep by this time."

It's scarier to fall asleep and be woken up, okay?

Wen Lun rubbed me very comfortably, and soon my resistance weakened, and my hand was still weakly placed on his chest, with a feeling of wanting to refuse and welcome.

Wen Lun whispered in my ear: "I found out two days ago that the two boys can use other things besides their hands."

Anything else, nothing else, don't tell me you're going to do the last step with me in your house, in a room separated from your parents by a wall.

I kept shaking my head, it's too embarrassing, what kind of mess did you check behind my back.

Wen Lun pinched my things and kneaded them. I couldn't feel better, so I bit my lower lip desperately to suppress the voice in my throat.

Wen Lun saw what I was thinking, and explained: "Don't be so resistant, I won't make it to the end, I just use yours here." He pinched the base of my thigh as he spoke.

I instantly understood, when did Wen Lun know these tricks?

But without waiting for me to think about it, Wen Lun put my legs together and used his that thing to do exercises between me.

My shame level is almost off the charts, my whole body is hot, but the temperature of my skin is not as high as his temperature.

My two legs were in a stiff posture, and it was only by Wen Lun's hands that I could maintain my "tightness". Occasionally, he would take the time to touch me twice. I collapsed on the bed, with "cool" written all over my body. Words, I don't even have the memory of when Wen Lun ended.

Later, I vaguely felt that Wen Lun seemed to have wiped my body. I don't remember clearly, but I felt quite refreshed when I woke up.

When I fell asleep, I was still struggling with whether I was screaming loudly during this process.

Wen Lun's parents are very busy. A few days after I went to his house, the two of them went to the base with the team for inspection. It is said that this time they will go for a month.

Although it's not good to say that in someone else's house, I was really relieved at the time. This feeling of worrying about being caught all the time, feel it, it's like walking on the edge of a knife.

When I tell a lie, I always feel that others have seen through my lie and dare not look at me. Fortunately, except for being with Wen Lun, I seldom lie, because when I lie, I have a deep heart. The pressure is really high.

It's just that I didn't expect that such a thing would have been seen through long ago.

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