Fan Jianming, who was sitting in the bathtub, was startled and immediately came out of his body. He saw Mrs. Watanabe squatting on the ground to pick up fragments of the plate.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Mie Oshima took a broom and swept the pieces of the plate to the side, and smiled ambiguously at her: "Why don't you go in and try it?"

Mrs. Watanabe was embarrassed: "Mike, I..."

"It's all women. Besides, Fan Jianmingjun is a passerby. No one knows where he comes from, nor will anyone know where he will go. You just go to the public toilet when you go out on the street, but this toilet is so comfortable."

sweat!

Am I a public toilet?

Fan Jianming knew that Mie Oshima meant nothing more than trying to bribe her.

Whether it is a man or a woman, money and sex are always temptations that cannot be resisted.

Although Mrs. Watanabe was frightened by Mie Oshima, she needed to get guarantees from Fan Jianming compared to Fan Jianming's magical aspect.

Although Mrs. Watanabe was full of confidence when communicating with her husband and believed that Fan Jianming was a trustworthy person, who can guarantee that what Watanabe is worried about would not become a reality?

What if Fan Jianming and Mie Oshima just want to stabilize them, what if Fan Jianming really kills people to silence them before leaving?

If Mrs. Watanabe could have sex with Fan Jianming, I'm afraid Fan Jianming would hesitate when he started, right?

If the two feel good, will they be more guaranteed?

Although the purpose is different, he does the same thing. When he thinks of that kind of thing, Mrs. Watanabe blushed and said unnaturally: "Mihui, you are so beautiful and so elegant. How can the man you have slept with you fall in love with me?"

Fan Jianming found that Mrs. Watanabe's shy look was really beautiful, probably related to her being a teacher. She faced the children all day long, so she looked cute when she smiled.

"Look at what you said, I have my temperament, you have your taste, look at your sexy breasts, I'm wearing a kimono today. If I wear a shirt, I'd love to knock off the buttons of the shirt. If I were a man, I would want to go up and pinch it!"

"It's so embarrassing! Mie-hui, don't make fun of people like this."

"What I said is true! By the way, I forgot to bring the bath solution in. Or, you can give it to Fan Jianmingjun for me?"

Mrs. Watanabe's face turned redder: "Not good?"

"What's wrong with it? The shower gel is in the living room cabinet. Go and help me get it!"

Mrs. Watanabe hesitated for a moment.

Mie Oshima urged: "Hurry up!"

"Then what, Meihui, will I be looked down upon by Fan Jianmingjun when I go in like this?"

"No," Mie Oshima smiled and said, "They are very conservative in the Eastern people, but they like to watch small movies made by our neighbors. They think our neighbors are all as generous as they were in small movies, so when you send them in, he thought it was normal!"

"That……"

"Go quickly! I didn't tell you that I was not dating when I was young, I just went to the public toilet. Besides, people all over the world know that women in our neighboring countries are the gentlest and considerate, right?"

Mrs. Watanabe was already moved, but she still wanted to be reserved for the last time, just wait for Mie Oshima to push her.

Mie Oshima also saw her thoughts and immediately pushed her out of the living room.

Mrs. Watanabe went to the living room and saw the shower gel in the cabinet next to the bathroom. She immediately picked it up and took a deep breath when she walked to the door.

At this moment, what she needed was not Fan Jianming's promise, but thinking: Is Fan Jianming really as powerful as Mie Oshima said?

"Dada--" Mrs. Watanabe knocked on the door three times.

Fan Jianming was stunned and thought to himself: Damn it, Mie Oshima taught her, why didn't she push the door and come in directly?

I'm taking a shower. There is obviously only one woman at home. Should I let me in or not?

"Who?" Fan Jianming could only ask one question.

In Mrs. Watanabe's heart, a hundred deer suddenly bumped into each other.

"Mr. Fan Jianming, I'm sending you a shower gel."

At this time, Mie Oshima walked over quickly from the kitchen, frowned, opened the door with a loud brow, pushed Mrs. Watanabe in, and then closed the door with a loud brow.

Mrs. Watanabe blushed, her heart pounding. She walked to the edge of the bathtub and lowered her head, holding the shower gel in both hands and handed it to Fan Jianming.

Fan Jianming knew the purpose of her coming in, and at the same time he wanted to get things done as soon as possible, so he didn't be humble and beat around the bush.

He did not take the shower gel, but directly held up Mrs. Watanabe's chin with his hands. While raising his head, Mrs. Watanabe glanced at Fan Jianming.

Fan Jianming smiled and said, "It is said that women from neighboring countries are the gentlest in the world. When you see Meihui, you don't think so, but you are different. Look at this face, you can pinch it and get water."

As he said that, Fan Jianming touched her face along her chin, and then pinched her gently.

Mrs. Watanabe trembled slightly nervously, trying to give her a sweet smile, but her facial muscles were extremely nervous, so she looked very reluctant to smile.

Fan Jianming continued: "I just finished the operation yesterday and my back is not reachable. Can you rub my back for me?"

Mrs. Watanabe nodded immediately.

She put the shower gel on the shelf next to her. She rolled up the cuffs of one sleeve, but Fan Jianming said, "It's not good to get the clothes wet, why don't you take off your coat?"

Mrs. Watanabe's face suddenly turned red, as if she was drinking too much.

She didn't know whether she was drunk or not, but Fan Jianming was drunk anyway.

Mrs. Watanabe immediately took off her coat and hung it on Fan Jianming's clothes.

Fan Jianming immediately reached out, pulled down the pockets inside her, and then placed them under her nostrils and smelled them: "It smells so good!"

Mrs. Watanabe's face turned redder, but also bolder, because Fan Jianming's behavior had made her no longer have any scruples.

Fan Jianming had already put the bait, so it would be normal for her to bite the hook, and she no longer had to worry about who took the initiative to lure or who would.

After Mrs. Watanabe took off her clean, she said softly: "Mr. Fan Jianming, don't get my hair wet, otherwise Watanabe will see it."

“Ok.”

Mrs. Watanabe immediately stepped on the price outside the wooden barrel and first put one leg into the barrel.

Fan Jianming immediately reached out and dragged her feet out. It felt too soft, as if he was pinching the baby's soles.

As her legs slowly stretched into the bucket, Fan Jianming's hands moved from her feet to her ankles, to her calf... and kept touching them up.

Mrs. Watanabe's snow-white calves immediately had a soft and white luster. Although she was not as good as the white women Kimberly and Melanie, she was definitely much more dazzling than other yellow women.

Going further up, Fan Jianming felt that his palm was like he was touching the silk, and the smoothness and softness were indescribable.

When she was waiting for Fan Jianming's palm to slip into that place, Mrs. Watanabe shuddered and could no longer care about so much. She rushed over and hugged Fan Jianming's neck before putting her other leg in.

Fan Jianming followed suit and kissed her.

Mrs. Watanabe also reached out and looked down. When she touched Fan Jianming's place, she seemed a little disappointed.
Chapter completed!