【Misplaced and Lost】(Part Two)

The

next

morning, I woke up around 9 a.m. I got dressed and went downstairs, only to find the house empty.

Mom had obviously gone to work, but Aunt Chen wasn't home either; she'd probably gone out shopping. I

washed my face in the bathroom first, and when I came out, I saw some breakfast on the table, probably prepared by Aunt Chen. I turned on

the TV and ate my breakfast while watching it idly. After finishing, I tidied myself up a bit,

turned off the TV, and left the house.

Once outside, I noticed Dad's car was parked in front. I went over and looked inside. I

saw Guo Xiaobao sitting there, listening to music on his phone and humming a tune. I tapped on the window and asked him

what he was doing there. Guo Xiaobao saw it was me and immediately opened the door, saying that Sister Yu had called him that morning and asked him

to come and drive me to school. Oh, I see. I got into the car, Guo Xiaobao turned off his phone, and we

left the house. On the way, Guo Xiaobao asked me with a smile if I had gone to see my girlfriend last night. I told him

not to talk nonsense, that I had gone to see a female online friend, and that she was my classmate's online friend. I had gone with my classmate.

But he seemed very skeptical. Just as we were arguing, I suddenly saw

Aunt Chen and a man walking side by side in a park, chatting and laughing. The man

wasn't tall, a bit thin, dressed simply but neatly. Although his face was

weathered , he looked quite energetic. I quickly patted Guo Xiaobao on the shoulder and told him

, "Xiaobao, look, isn't that Aunt Chen?"

Guo Xiaobao looked in the direction I was pointing...

"Where?... Oh, right, that's her."

"Who's the man next to her?" I asked.

“Oh, that’s Chen Jie’s husband, I think.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw him come to see Chen Jie a few days ago. Boss Yu told me he was her husband, and he arrived about the day before yesterday

. He’s been staying at a hotel these past few days.”

“So he’s her husband?”

“Yes, I think so. Have you met him before?”

“No.”

“Judging from your tone, I thought you knew him.”

“Aunt Chen has been living with us for several years. I’ve only heard her talk about her family, but I’ve never met her

family . This is the first time I’ve seen them, and I’m a little curious.”

“I heard her husband happened to be in the city on business, so they met up.”

“What business?”

“It seems he went to see the leaders of the Municipal Education Bureau to ask for funding for teaching materials for their school. Isn’t he

a teacher in his village?”

“I know about her family situation. Aunt Chen told me before that she has children, who seem to be

two or three years older than me.”

“Yes.”

“Wait, how do you know more about these things than I do?

” "I...hehe...I...I heard it from Sister Chen. When I drove over to pick up Mr. Chen,

I saw Sister Chen and we would chat occasionally, talking about our families and situations. After all, we're both from the countryside, our children and

families are all back in our hometowns, and our circumstances are basically the same, so we have something in common to talk about."

"I see."

Sigh, now I finally understand the whole thing completely, I thought to myself. It must have been yesterday

afternoon when Aunt Chen brought her husband to my house while no one was home, or maybe her husband missed

Aunt Chen came to my house to see her. Aunt Chen saw that no one was home, so she let him sit there, and in the end

, the two of them couldn't resist the temptation and ended up having an intimate encounter. Actually, this is quite plausible. Aunt Chen didn't

tell me the truth, probably because she thinks I'm a child and doesn't want me to know. I think my mother definitely knows about this, otherwise she wouldn't have asked her that question

last night . As for doing it in my house, I think it doesn't matter. They only see each other once in a while,

and it didn't affect my family's normal life. Aunt Chen is usually very nice to me. However, one thing really

amused and laughed at me. Aunt Chen and her husband, both quite old and seemingly refined and

dignified country folk, used such sensual condoms during sex. You really can't judge a book by its cover!

Soon after, Guo Xiaobao took me to school. Instead of going back to the dorm, I went straight to the classroom. When I got there,

I found Cao Le sitting there, talking to his deskmate, which was different from what I expected.

I glanced at Li Zhanpeng, who smiled at me.

After sitting down, I said to Cao Le, "Cao Le, why are you here before me? I thought you

weren't coming this morning."

He just grinned at me without saying anything, completely unlike his usual boastful and bragging

nature. Seeing that Cao Le wasn't planning to tell me about his romantic escapades from the previous night, I turned to Li Zhanpeng and

asked if Cao Le had bragged about it.

Li Zhanpeng told me he was bragging, but he was back around 9 pm last night. I asked him what happened,

since he was planning to stay at her place. Then Li Zhanpeng told me the whole story.

Apparently, last night Cao Le dropped Zhang Yan off at her apartment building, and Zhang Yan wanted to say goodbye. Zhang Yan

shared an apartment with another girl, but she wouldn't even let him in. Cao Le tried to

kiss but she absolutely refused. He only managed to hold her hand when he dropped her off.

Damn, I knew it! Yesterday, she didn't seem like the kind of woman who would sleep with just anyone, but this guy

wouldn't believe me. He insisted he could get her into bed, and he got a cold shoulder in the end.

After lunch, back in the dorm, Cao Le didn't even turn on his computer. He went straight to bed,

pulled , stared at it intently,

and kept fiddling with it while sighing.

I asked him, "Hehe, what's wrong? Still thinking about yesterday? Feeling like a complete failure?"

"See what this is?" Cao Le asked me.

"It's just a voice recorder," I said.

"It was specially prepared for last night. I was planning to secretly record

all and share them with my buddies when I got back. But they wouldn't even let me in the door."

"Serves you right for having such bad intentions. You're really despicable. Not only did you want to take advantage of her, but

you also wanted to secretly film her. Were you planning to use this to blackmail some girl into sleeping with you every day? You're

such a scumbag.

" "No way, I'm not that despicable. I just wanted you guys in the dorm to hear it, and then I'd delete it,

to motivate you to get girlfriends. Look at you three, almost 20 years old, still virgins, it's embarrassing."

"If you want to record, just use your phone. It has both video and audio. Why use a voice recorder

?" Li Zhanpeng said.

"I said I was recording secretly. Phones are so big, how can you record secretly, you idiot?" Cao Le said.

"Damn it, whether I pay or not is none of your business!"

Actually, when I first entered university, I had my eye on a sophomore named Gu Jiayi. She was in charge of

welcoming us new students and she was an art major. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also slender, tall, at least

170cm, with flowing long hair and impeccable taste in clothing. Especially her Mandarin, which was pure and melodious

, like a nightingale's song, was very pleasant to listen to. She was exactly my

type. Later, I tried to find out about her,

but was also the student council president. I heard they had been dating for half a year. Hearing this news,

my heart sank. The student council president was named Tao Yu, also an art major. He wasn't very tall, only reaching

my eyebrows, probably not even 170cm, but he was a pretty boy with even whiter skin than me. He always

wore black-rimmed glasses, probably for nearsightedness, which made him seem very refined, mature,

and stable. His most notable characteristic is his lack of smiles. Whenever I see him talk to someone, whether it's a teacher

or a classmate, he always has a serious face. I really don't know how a man so utterly unfunny managed

to hook up with Gu Jiayi.

The first period this afternoon is Modern Chinese History. These kinds of classes are so boring and tedious. Several

students are already fast asleep, hiding their faces with their books. The old teacher on the stage doesn't even take attendance; he just keeps

lecturing, completely irresponsible. My thoughts started to wander. Occasionally, I thought about Aunt Chen

and her husband. Aunt Chen's husband probably hasn't come home yet. Will he come to my house again to do *that*? Anyway,

no one's home right now, so they can do *that* without anyone noticing. If they really are at my house today,

where will they choose to have sex? The living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bedroom? I even started

fantasizing about the scene of Aunt Chen and her husband making love, the kind of bloody scene where Aunt Chen would be like in pornographic films, kneeling between

her husband's legs and giving him oral sex. When he penetrated her, would she breathe heavily

and moan loudly? What would Aunt Chen look like during her orgasm? Would her expression be so excited that she cried?

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, even hoping I could actually witness such a scene. Suddenly, I remembered

the voice recorder in Cao Le's hand. If I wasn't home, I could

secretly … No, that's too immoral. What they're doing is just

normal marital relations, nothing scandalous. Why didn't they go to her husband's rented apartment? Why did they have to come to my house? It's their

fault for choosing my house as the location; they can't blame me for recording it. And so, my conflicting views on good and evil

raged for half the class period. At the end of class, I finally made the difficult decision

…

to borrow Cao Le's voice recorder.

After class, I asked Cao Le

, “Cao Le, can I borrow your voice recorder for two days?”

“What for?”

“Never mind, just borrow it for two days. I'll return it when I'm done. I promise I won't break it.” Cao

Le didn't ask any more questions and handed me his voice recorder. I'd never used one before, so I asked him how to use it.

He explained the method, telling me that this model could only record for a maximum of 8 hours. I said that

wouldn't do ; 8 hours was too short, and I couldn't possibly go home every half day to check on it.

"How long do you want to record?"

"The longer the better, at least a day."

"What will you use it for? Will it run continuously all day?"

"Don't worry about that, I have a very important use for it."

"Okay, how about this, tomorrow is Saturday, after school, I'll go with you to the tech market to buy one."

"Okay, it's settled then."

A day later, around 4 pm, school ended, and Cao Le and I went to the tech market. There were many

brands , with varying prices. There was a Sony brand with a 72-hour standby time, priced at over 500 yuan. Cao

Le told me that this brand and model were good, and the appearance looked nice too, and asked if I wanted to buy it. But I

don't have a good impression of Japanese products (except for AVs—.—), so in the end I chose a Samsung, over 400 yuan, with a 56-hour standby

time . Then I went home. When I got home, I found the house empty. I thought

for a moment about where to put the recorder without anyone noticing. I looked around the living room but couldn't find a suitable

place. Aunt Chen cleans the living room every day, and it wouldn't be good if she saw it and told my mom

. As I walked around, I kept observing, and then, almost unconsciously, I ended up in my mom's bedroom. In my mom's bedroom

, I immediately saw

two large, colorful vases, about 60 centimeters tall, on either side of the TV cabinet below the TV on the wall. The vases were filled with artificial flower branches over a meter tall. "That

's perfect place to hide the recorder," I exclaimed. But then I thought, "It's useless to put it here. Aunt Chen

wouldn't be having an affair with her husband in this bedroom, would she? This is my mom's bedroom! I absolutely don't believe she would dare to do that."

Oh well, I'll be home all day tomorrow anyway, no rush. I'll think about where to put it first, and then put it there. Then I

went back to my bedroom to watch a movie online.

Not long after, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was my mom calling. I

answered and asked her what was wrong.

"Son, where are you? Are you out of school?"

"Mom, I'm home."

"Oh, you're out of school so early? I was planning to have you come straight to me after school and I'd take you out for dinner.

There's no food at home tonight."

"Why isn't there any food?"

"Your Aunt Chen has some things to do at home, she's not home tonight."

"Oh, I see."

Aunt Chen is definitely with her husband now. Didn't Guo Xiaobao say that Aunt Chen's husband rented a

place ? I guess the two of them are... sigh, they didn't even cook for me.

"Son, are you coming?"

"Mom, it's so far, I'll have to take a taxi to find you. I don't want to go. Just bring me some

food ."

"Okay, Mom will be home before 7:30. If you're hungry, have some bread or sausage,

and ..."

"Okay, okay, Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

"Okay, that's fine."

The next morning, I was still sleeping when I was woken up by a noise downstairs. I checked the time;

it was only 9:30. When I got dressed and went downstairs, I saw Aunt Chen had returned, smiling and talking to my mother. Beside

Aunt Chen was a young man. This young man was thin, with arms and legs as thin as a girl's,

but he had delicate features and was very tall, more than half a head taller than my mother. I think he

was about 180cm. After Aunt Chen introduced him, I learned that he was her son, Zhao Huaiye, 22

years old, a recent college graduate who hadn't found a job yet. Since he studied design, Aunt Chen

brought him to meet my mother, hoping he could work at her advertising company.

I observed Zhao Huaiye; his face was pale, and although he smiled slightly, it felt very unnatural.

Aunt Chen sat on the sofa, and he stood beside her. My mother told him not to be shy, to make himself at home, and only then

did he dare to sit down. Even then, he sat with his legs together, hands on his knees, and eyes fixed

on one spot, appearing extremely nervous. My mother then asked him some questions about his major, and although

he answered fairly fluently, he didn't dare say anything unnecessary.

Next, my mother asked me to keep Zhao Huaiye company, so I took him to my bedroom. We

chatted , talking about everyday things, hobbies, and so on. After talking with Zhao Huaiye for a while, I gained a general

understanding of him. Zhao Huaiye is very introverted, doesn't like to talk, and is even less good at communicating with others. Conversations with him are usually

one of me asking questions and him answering, like a teacher and student in a classroom, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Zhao Huaiye's father

is a Chinese language teacher and academic director at their village school, having taught for about 20 years. I asked him if his

father's salary was decent, but he said it wasn't high. His village is

quite poor, and the school's teaching conditions are very poor; otherwise, his father wouldn't have personally come to the city education bureau to

ask for funding for teaching materials. His grandmother lives with them; his grandfather

passed away . Also, Aunt Chen and her husband had gone home on Friday afternoons. Her husband

had resolved the matter he raised with the education bureau, and Aunt Chen's purpose in going home was to see her son, hear about his studies, and bring

him to my mother's place to look for work.

Later, I asked him about his hobbies, whether he played basketball, soccer, table tennis,

or . He either said he knew a little or nothing at all. I told him it was a shame he wasn't playing basketball with his height

. He told me that his father had been very strict with him since he was a child. Whenever his father saw him playing with

others , he would admonish him to spend his free time studying so he would

be successful in the future, and to play less of other things. Over time, he played less, and eventually stopped playing altogether. I said, "

Isn't that boring?" He said, "It's okay, you get used to it." Finally, I asked him if he knew

Photoshop , so I opened my computer and asked him to edit some backgrounds on some of my photos. I was surprised

by how skilled he was at Photoshop; he finished the images in no time, and the effect was completely undetectable.

At noon, Aunt Chen cooked, and the four of us sat together. Zhao Huaiye ate with very upright posture,

his back ramrod straight. He picked up a bowl of rice and ate very elegantly, chewing slowly and carefully.

However, he kept his head down, only eating the rice in his bowl, occasionally picking up some vegetables with his chopsticks. He didn't even dare to look at the beef or shrimp

. When Mom saw this, she reminded him to eat other dishes. He only said "uh-huh" or "okay," but didn't dare

touch his chopsticks . Mom then personally put beef into his bowl and kept piling food onto his plate. Zhao Huaiye

nodded and thanked her repeatedly. I saw his cheeks turn bright red when he said thank you, which made me laugh. This

guy was like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. My mom is such a gentle person, and she speaks so

kindly. I don't know what he was so nervous about. Considering his tall stature, he's more timid than a mouse.

In the afternoon, Aunt Chen said she would take Zhao Huaiye to a place to rent a house. Mom

also happened be going out shopping, so she drove them away. After saying goodbye, I

went back to my bedroom to go online. After sitting down, I saw the voice recorder I had bought less than a day ago. I had planned

to use it to record some exciting sounds to listen to, but Aunt Chen's husband left on Friday. It seems this thing was a waste of money

.

That evening, I suddenly heard my mom's phone ring in her bedroom, and it rang for over a minute. Mom

was in her bedroom the whole time, so why wasn't she answering? I went to her bedroom and heard

the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Mom was taking a shower, and the sound was probably too loud for her to hear. I picked up

the phone from the bedside table and saw it was my dad calling. I answered and told him

Mom was showering and

asked what was wrong, saying I'd pass on the message. But Dad said it was nothing, just a quick call to say hello, and since he was busy, he'd call back later. Then Dad started...

He nagged me on the phone, asking how my studies were going, whether I could understand the lessons, and telling me to ask

the teacher , not to hide anything or pretend to know what I didn't... This nagging lasted for about 10 minutes before finally ending. Finally

, I asked when my dad would be back, and he said tomorrow or later. After hanging up, I went back to my bedroom, thinking, "

What will Dad say to Mom later? I'm not an outsider; why would he be afraid I'd find out?

" Curiosity killed the cat, and the more he tried to hide something from me, the more I wanted to know. Then I remembered

the voice recorder on the table. Maybe... that's settled! A surge of secret joy welled up inside me. So I took the recorder and went

back into my mother's bedroom. Without hesitation, I threw it directly into the large vase. Just as I was feeling smug

, my mother came out after her shower. She was only wearing a pink towel, covering her chest and thighs

, revealing her slender, beautiful legs and fair, jade-like shoulders. Her delicate feet, with

light red nail polish, were encased in exquisite transparent slippers. Her long, wet hair cascaded straight down her shoulders,

shimmering with an alluring shine, making her exceptionally captivating. Such an appearance, standing before a normal man, would undoubtedly ignite

every nerve in his body. I thought to myself, "Thank goodness this is my mother. If it were any other woman, I'd

probably already be hard-pressed." My mother saw me and asked what I was doing in her bedroom. I said

, "Dad just called. I told him you were taking a shower, and he said he'd call back later." My mother nodded.

Back in my bedroom, lying in bed, I kept thinking about my voice recorder. What would it record?

I could finally hear the whispers my parents used to tell me behind my back. My plan

was to sneak into my mom's room before she left for school in the morning and take the recorder. But she got up

earlier than me and kept watching me wash my face and eat until she saw me out the door. I couldn't find a chance to get into her

room . I thought, "Oh well, I'll just leave it there. They won't find out. I can get it back in a few days.

" Two days later, I figured the recorder's lifespan was almost up. I skipped evening study and

came home around 7 pm. When I got home, both my parents were there. I hadn't seen my dad for over ten days.

Instead of saying anything nice, he just asked, "Why didn't you have class tonight?" I

made up a lie and said there was an event at school in the afternoon, so I came home. While my parents were downstairs watching TV,

I went to my mom's bedroom, took the voice recorder from the vase, ran back to my bedroom,

closed and locked the door, then turned on the computer, connected the recorder, opened the recorded file with a media

player, and slowly dragged the progress bar forward until I heard sound.

The progress bar showed 20 minutes, which was shortly after I returned to my bedroom last night. My mom and dad talked on

the phone. I listened carefully; the conversation wasn't anything special—just a couple chatting about family

matters , my dad and mom playfully teasing each other, and my dad telling my mom about his situation over there. I

continued dragging the progress bar forward, and around 20 hours later, around 4 pm on Monday,

I heard slippers walking in the bedroom, followed by the sound of a cabinet being opened. Soon after, the TV was

turned on, and the sound seemed to be from a Chow Yun-fat action movie, because Chow Yun-fat's voice is very recognizable

. I figured my dad must have come home by then, because he really enjoys watching Chow Yun-fat movies.

Then I continued dragging the progress bar, and around the 25-hour mark, I heard the most exciting

and thrilling scene of my life. First, I heard Dad lying in bed watching TV, then

the sound of a door locking, and then Mom started talking:

"Jianjun, look at this nightgown I bought yesterday afternoon, isn't it pretty?"

"Pretty, my wife looks good in anything."

"Then why don't you turn off the TV..." Mom's

voice , full of irresistible allure. Even I, listening to the recording, started to get excited.

The moment Mom finished speaking, the TV went silent. It seemed Dad couldn't resist making his move on Mom anymore;

the real show was about to begin. I imagined Dad tightly holding Mom and slamming her onto the

bed , because I heard Mom let

out a soft "Ah," followed by a low whisper, "Gently...look how impatient you are." Then came the creaking of the Simmons mattress under their weight, accompanied by

the low moans and gasps of their intertwined tongues as they kissed. Dad and Mom were probably rolling

around on the bed, frantically kissing each other while tearing at each other's

clothes.

"Jianjun, kiss me...mmm, kiss my breasts, mmm...yes...right there...mmm, lick

it with your tongue...suck it hard...mmm, so good...mmm..." Dad was probably licking

Mom's soft breasts, sucking on her nipples. Those two red dates are among the most sensitive

parts of a woman's body. I also know that gently rubbing the nipples with your teeth can make a woman feel like she's floating on air,

experiencing unparalleled pleasure. I learned these things from pornographic films over the years. I wonder if Dad understands this

.

"Jianjun...use your hand...um...go slowly...it hurts a little..."

"Wife, you're all wet down there, all water..." "

Jianjun, I want it...

" "Want what...

" "Give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore, I want it..." "Can't wait, huh? Lie down...I 'm going

in..." "

Ah ...

The rest, without

a doubt, was a prolonged and intense intercourse involving genitals...

As the father continued his thrusting, the mother began to moan rhythmically, her moans growing louder and louder

, and she would call out his name repeatedly in a frenzy.

"Jianjun... um... um... harder..."

"Um... um... wife, have you missed me these past few days?"

"Yes..."

"How much do I want to..."

"I want to every day... I want to every day... I've been hoping you'd come back soon...

" "Hmm... hoping I'd come back for what... hoping I'd come back to fuck you..."

"Jianjun, you're making me feel so good... I want more... faster... harder..."

I felt my mother was completely aroused, like a slut, utterly disregarding her

image, incoherently shouting out all sorts of lewd and vulgar words of love, utterly crude. This was a stark contrast to the noble, dignified, gentle, and kind mother I usually

knew . It was unbelievable;

I always thought the sex scenes in adult films were just for show, but now it had become reality, and

my parents had given me a lesson in marital sex education. I wondered how ashamed my mother would feel if she saw herself like this in

bed . But then again, my mother's

state did stimulate me; listening to her made my blood boil and my desire surge. I felt like my heart was about

to jump out of my chest

. "Wife, I can't take it anymore, I...I'm going to cum."

"No...no...Jianjun...wait a minute..."

"I can't hold back anymore..."

"No...Jianjun...please...wait a little longer...I haven't..."

"I can't hold back anymore, wife, ahhh..." With a loud shout from Dad, the room temporarily returned to

silence.

Damn, it's over already? I checked the time; less than five minutes had passed since it started. Judging from

Mom's she hadn't reached her climax yet. It's very painful for a woman to be close to climax but not quite

. Dad was too fast. Mom must be feeling extremely uncomfortable right now... Then, I realized that my

crotch had somehow become bulging, and I had shamelessly gotten an erection.

After a long while,

"Yu, stop touching there, I really can't take it anymore..." Mom didn't say anything.

"Hmm...I really can't take it anymore, even licking it with my tongue doesn't help, I can't get it hard at all..." Dad continued

.

"I'm sorry, Yu."

"...It's okay."

"How about we go back to that place again?" "

Jianjun, don't even mention it! How can you still bring up that place? I listened to you guys last time, and I still regret it. I'll never go back there again in my life." Mom's tone was angry

when she heard Dad say this . "Sigh, I think I'm really getting old." " Old? What do you mean? You're only 50. I think you're just tired lately. Is the company very busy? I always see you on business trips." "I can't help it. The company's performance hasn't been very good lately. Some major clients' business managers can't handle things well, so they insist I go there personally." "After you're done with your work, how about we take Linlin on a trip to relax?" " Okay... Oh, by the way, do you know Old Zheng at work?" "The one who watches the warehouse?" "Yes." " ???" "That guy is really lewd. When I was the vice president here, I often heard people say that old Zheng was always telling dirty jokes with some young people. " "Everyone in the factory knows that. Men, a little bit of lust isn't wrong. But I also heard that he can last over an hour when he's having sex with his wife. He's almost 60, and he's still so energetic." "That kind of guy just brags to everyone all the time. You believe that?" "Supposedly, a doctor friend of his got him some kind of medicine. He applies it to his penis before intercourse and it can keep him from ejaculating for half an hour. I'll call him over at the company tomorrow and ask him about it . If it's good, I'll ask him to get me some." "You have to be careful. You must find out the origin, manufacturer, and production date of the medicine. You can't use things of unknown origin . Otherwise, not only will it not work, but if it ruins your health, what am I supposed to do then…? " "I know that." " By the way, Jianjun, I have something to tell you. Linlin might have a girlfriend." Oh my god, where did Mom hear this? How come I don't even know? "What? That kid, instead of studying, what kind of crooked ideas is he having? I'll talk to him about it tomorrow morning." "Oh dear, what are you talking about? Linlin's 18 already, he's an adult. If he wants to make friends, let him." "Sigh, yeah, he's 18 in the blink of an eye, we're all getting old... By the way, what's the girl he's dating like?" "I haven't met her, I just heard about her from others." ... "And there's something else interesting, Sister Chen's son started working at my company." "Oh? What's her son like?" "He's very honest and obedient, just a bit introverted and not good at communicating with people." "Is his work ability alright?" " He's very hardworking. Although he lacks work experience, his professional skills are very strong. I saw him operating those graphic design software programs with great skill, and he completed the tasks assigned to him smoothly. By the way, he also has beautiful handwriting . He showed me his certificates from his school days, one of which was third place in the city's middle school calligraphy competition." "His work is good, but he really needs to change this personality trait. You know He works so hard, but he's not good at communicating with his colleagues. Last time I had his group vote for a supervisor, and he only got a few votes." "That kid is also incredibly hardworking. Yesterday at lunchtime, I saw him only order a bowl of soup noodles and eat it all by himself. So I ordered him a side dish and two steamed buns." " ???" "Don't you get a monthly meal allowance?" "???" "Yes, we give employees a 300 yuan monthly lunch allowance (they work 6 days a week, and breakfast and dinner are at home ; the 300 yuan monthly lunch allowance is for lunch). I think he's probably trying to save money."

“If only our child could be as sensible as others.”

“Our Linlin is good too… Jianjun, when you talk to our son, don’t always use a critical

tone. He’s so grown up, why do you keep criticizing him? Even though he doesn’t say anything when you criticize him,

ca n’t you tell he’s upset?” Mom argued. Hearing Mom defend me like this, my

tears streamed down my face.

“Okay, actually I don’t want to criticize him too much, but sometimes I can’t help it. I’ll be

more careful … Sister Chen has been with our family for so many years, she’s not an outsider. As long as her son

is decent in all aspects, we should take care of him as much as possible at the company. After all, he’s just starting out in society and there’s still a lot

he doesn’t understand .”

“Of course I know that.”

This recording ended here. I continued to fast forward slowly. Although I recorded

a lot more of , the content was very ordinary and nothing special.

I originally bought this to secretly record Aunt Chen, but I accidentally recorded my mom and dad instead, and the result

was so exciting!

Lying in bed that night, I couldn't calm down and was still in a state of excitement, making it difficult for me

to fall asleep. This was the first time in my life that I had heard my mom and dad's sex life so clearly and intimately,

so closely and clearly. It was

incomparable . For more than ten years, my dad's image in my mind had always been steady, simple, and serious. My mom's image

in my mind was beautiful, kind, noble, and gentle. These two people became completely

different people in bed, especially my mom, who completely overturned the image I had of her, showing a seductive and

wanton side. This was something I had never thought of before, and I never dared to imagine. I even recalled my mom

's moving moans and fantasized about her lying in bed, with my dad on top of her, how she twisted her

beautiful, sexy, and alluring body, enticing him to plow her to his heart's content.

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