Sister-in-law comes for treatment

Wang Tiezhu looked at the alluring Lin Xinxin and felt the urge to pounce on her, but at the same time, a voice in his heart kept reminding him.

Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. A few days ago, a woman went on a blind date with a man and had sex with him. Then, because they couldn't agree on the bride price, she sued the man for rape.

This consequence made him afraid to act rashly: "You want to find medicine, right? You should find someone else."

The fire in Lin Xinxin's heart seemed to be ignited, and the desire that had been pent up in her heart was suddenly ignited.

It was like a volcano erupting, burning her whole body. She didn't bother to say anything and just pounced on him and took off Wang Tiezhu's clothes.

At the same time, she hugged Wang Tiezhu's head, as if she had been thirsty for decades and finally saw water. She hugged Wang Tiezhu's head and kissed him all over.

He stammered, "Please, be generous, just think of it as a teacher begging you, help me..."

……

after an hour.

Lin Xinxin lay on the sofa like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath.

There was a lazy smile on his face and a light in his eyes.

The face that had been as cold as ice now seemed to have thawed and was smiling brightly.

Seeing Wang Tiezhu getting dressed, she said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Tiezhu paused while putting on his clothes and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head. This woman... for the first time in so many years... did eat a lot.

If your body is not strong enough, you really can't bear it.

But this woman doesn't look like a professor at all, because she is too crazy and too promiscuous, and she feels like a professional woman who makes a living from this.

But it’s really enjoyable.

Hearing Lin Xinxin say this, he smiled and said, "I was a little excited just now, and I didn't take it lightly."

Lin Xinxin closed her eyes: "When will the next treatment be?"

next time?

There will be a next time.

Wang Tiezhu frowned: "I have to go out for a while and won't be back for a few days."

Lin Xinxin showed disappointment on her face: "What should I do tomorrow?"

tomorrow?

Wang Tiezhu frowned: "Won't you take it easy tomorrow?"

Lin Xinxin pouted her lips and said coquettishly, "Of course you have to take the medicine continuously to treat the disease."

Wang Tiezhu shook his head slightly: "I'm a doctor, take a break."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

Lin Xinxin suddenly cried out: "Wait a minute!"

Wang Tiezhu's face changed drastically. Here she comes. He had been worried that she would do something strange. What he was worried about came true. He said without turning his head, "Go ahead."

He wanted to see what outrageous demands this woman would make as soon as she pulled up her pants.

Lin Xinxin asked in a negotiating tone: "Next time, can you call me teacher?"

Ok?

Wang Tiezhu was stunned, and then his heart, which had risen to his throat, fell back into his stomach.

He thought she was going to act up, but he didn't expect her to make such a request. Only then did he remember that Lin Xinxin used to be a university professor and was considered a teacher.

She actually has a teacher complex.

Love this one.

He didn't agree directly, but just said casually: "It depends on your performance."

Performance?

Lin Xinxin didn't understand what it meant: "What performance?"

Wang Tiezhu slowly turned his head and said, "I call you teacher, so what do you call me?"

Lin Xinxin thought for a moment and said, "Doctor?"

Wang Tiezhu shook his head. He was unfamiliar with this title because he was not a real doctor.

No?

Lin Xinxin thought for a moment and replied, "Boss, I am your employee and you are my boss. Is it okay to call me that?"

Wang Tiezhu was just saying it casually, after all, Lin Xinxin had made the request.

He didn't want to call the other party teacher and just said this casually. He didn't expect the other party to discuss the matter seriously.

He thought for a moment and said, "I am a farmer. According to my occupation, you should have called me Farmer Grandpa before, but later you lowered your generation and called me Farmer Uncle.

But it seems no one calls it that anymore.

Nowadays, people like me are called migrant workers. You can call me migrant workers."