You Chunhua had already put on her pajamas. She heard Yang Ming calling her. She hurried out of the room and opened the door of the hall.

Youchunhua's deceased husband is Zhao Dajun. Although his country neighbor is not a surname, there are also generations. According to the custom handed down from the village, Yang Ming calls Aunt Youchunhua.

Seeing Yang Ming, you Chunhua said with a smile, "Yang Ming, it's you. Come and sit in the room."

"Aunt, I've come to give you sacks." Yang Ming tried to calm down his emotions so that Yuchunhua could not feel that he saw her take a bath.

"I'm not saying, I don't need it. You can just take it and give it back to me. What?" Youchun lace said and pulled Yang Ming to the sofa to sit.

Yang Ming sat down and put the sack on the ground, smiling and saying, "I bought all the sacks and gave them back to you first. I'll pick them up again if I need them later."

Youchunhua closed the door and her body smelled of soap. Yang Ming, I poured you a cup of tea, said, she picked up the kettle and poured Yang Ming tea.

The neckline is very big, and you Chunhua is bending down. The mountain inside is all in Yang Ming's eyes, and Yang Ming's breathing is a little short.

You Chunhua poured the water and sat beside Yang Ming. Yang Ming felt his mouth dry. He picked up his cup and took a sip of water. Then he put down his cup and said, "Aunt, you are beautiful..."

"What's beautiful when you're old?" You Chunhua said shyly.

Actually, women are all like this. They like men to praise their beauty and say they are not beautiful in their mouth, but they think they are beautiful in their hearts.

Even any sister who is popular on the Internet thinks she is the most beautiful person in the world, so everyone is the same. Everyone has a heart for beauty.

Yang Ming's hand trembled and put it on Youchunhua's leg. Youchunhua's leg trembled for a while, and she did not escape.

She hasn't touched a man since her husband died. Although Youchunhua is a widow, she is also an arrogant woman, Zhang Xiaoyong like that she simply does not look up to.

When she can't sleep at night, she sometimes thinks that she's not going to marry anymore. She's afraid that children will be angry after remarriage.

After all, there is a saying that if you have a late father, you will have a late mother, which means that after remarriage, the stepfather is not good for the children, and the mother will be edified.

So Yuchunhua decided not to remarry, but people have that kind of need. If you don't remarry, you can find a good friend by stealth, as long as you don't be known by your children.

You Chunhua is beautiful and high-spirited. She doesn't like Zhang Xiaoyong at all. If she really sees that kind of person, she won't refuse.

You Chunhua once lined up in his own heart, rowing up and down, and only Yang Ming could reach his satisfaction in this village.

But Yang Ming is still a young man, and people don't necessarily see him. Being with him will not be a cow eating grass.

Today Yang Ming even boasts of his beauty. Youchunhua is very excited. A kind of thing buried in her heart is also in a foolish mood.

When Yang Ming put her hand on Youchunhua's leg, her heart almost jumped to her throat.

Seeing Yuchunhua shivering all over for a moment, she did not refuse, and Yang Ming's courage was also great. She took up her hand and turned around to embrace Yuchunhua.

Youchunhua wanted to refuse, but she refused to refuse. She just gave a symbolic push, and then she stopped resisting.

Yang Ming can't breathe. Youchunhua's hand is also around Yang Ming. She feels so happy that she lowers her head and smells the man's breath on Yang Ming.

Yang Ming took her in his arms, released his hand and put it on Youchunhua's breast. He just rubbed it. Outside, he remembered an old lady's voice: "Spring Flower, do you have a rest?"

Two people are intoxicated in their world. Someone outside speaks. She is naturally afraid. There are many right and wrong in front of the widow's door.

Youchunhua loosened Yang Ming and whispered in panic, "You go inside and hide first."

Yang Ming nodded and hid quietly in the middle of the room. He was still a young man and did not want others to know that he had an affair with a widow.

Actually, it's not too late to be a guilty thief. Yang Ming is just sitting on the couch in the hall. It's no big deal if someone else comes in and says he's here to return the sacks.

You Chunhua looked at Yang Ming hiding in the middle and said, "Aunt, here comes..."

Opening the door, I saw my husband's aunt standing at the door with half a basket of cucumbers.

You Chunhua has a good relationship with her. She has a good heart. Young people with other surnames like to call her Aunt Zhao. She was widowed when she was a young man, so she had some sympathy for Youchunhua and often sent some vegetables from her garden to her.

"I just picked a few cucumbers, they have been washed and sent to you, so that you can save money to buy them."

"Thank you, Aunt. I just took a bath. Come in and sit down." You Chunhua does not want people to come in, but he still wants to be polite in his mouth.

Yang Ming heard Aunt Zhao come in from Youchunhua and said in his heart, "Why are you so silly as to send her away directly?"

Yang Ming tried to hold his breath. He dared not make any noise, in case the old lady found out that he was himself.