Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

Little Mrs. Mo accompanied Old Mrs. Jiang for a drink.

Old Mrs. Jiang drank and sighed, mixing in a few curses.

It was the first time for Mrs. Jiang to drink this kind of wine, and after drinking nearly ten glasses from a small glass, she became dizzy.

Mrs. Mo helped her into the inner room and helped her lie down.

Then I took a quick shower and used the facial cream my wife gave me.

He Wenyan drank two glasses of wine. The first one was to express his long-standing unhappiness through alcohol.

Although he seldom drinks, he can taste that this wine is different from the ones on the market.

My third brother said that there is a new kind of wine in Beijing, which is run by the Empress Dowager's cousin and seems to have a cooperative relationship with my eldest sister-in-law's family.

The name of the wine is Lijiang Wine, and the restaurant opened by the Mo family is called Jiujiangli. It seems that Mr. Wang really gives face to the Mo family.

Maybe Wang Dongjia's help to the Mo family in building the restaurant was just a cover, and maybe he also has shares in the restaurant.

Even though he was the Queen Mother's cousin, he was also a businessman. Businessmen pursued profits, and he was just using the Mo family's name.

Otherwise, where would the Mo family get so much money to open a restaurant and buy a farm?

Mrs. Mo sent someone to deliver a small jar of wine, saying it was Lijiang wine. He Wenyan did not drink the wine after dinner. After the meal, he poured himself a glass to taste it and felt the difference.

He sat for a while and drank another drink.

I sat there motionless, thinking about all sorts of things.

Just as I was about to ask someone to take the food away and get him a bath, Mrs. Mo came in.

Little Madam Mo smiled and said, "Master, have you tried that wine?"

He Wenyan already knew how Xiao Mo came into the He family from what she said to herself while accompanying him to work.

She said that she didn't cry about the suffering she endured as a child.

They said that she might have done something bad in her previous life, and that the grudge between her and her stepmother, whether in the previous life or this life, was over.

He Wenyan wondered if he and his wife also had a previous life or this life?

Madam once said: "What do I owe you to the He family? Even if I owed you to the He family in my previous life, I have paid it back."

So who do I owe, and who owes me?

Seeing an empty wine glass on the table and a faint smell of alcohol, Madam Mo filled it up and said with courage, "Master, this wine will warm your stomach and keep you warm at night."

He Wenyan heard Xiao Mo say that he felt warm, and he really felt warm in his stomach. He picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of wine.

First, my throat feels spicy, and then it feels like a hot current flowing down my throat. It feels so comfortable.

Mrs. Mo thought that the master had drunk a glass of wine before she came in. She remembered what the mistress said that the master could only drink three glasses of wine, so she poured another glass.

Her heart was pounding. The master didn't kick her out, which meant there was hope.

Little Mrs. Mo didn't understand the affairs of love between men and women, nor did she understand what happened in bed between men and women. She just wanted a child.

As long as she could have a child, she would never shamelessly enter the master's house at night again.

He Wenyan seldom drinks alcohol, and he never drinks more than three cups because he feels itchy all over after drinking. That’s why he only drinks three cups even when he has social events, for fear of scratching his ears and cheeks and making a fool of himself.

Now he was in his own room. Mrs. Mo poured him two cups of wine and he drank them both. He was not dizzy because of his poor alcohol tolerance.

Watching Mrs. Mo clear the table, she poured him some strong tea, saying it would help him sober up.

He Wenyan began to feel itchy all over, so he took a big sip of tea and reached out to scratch his neck.

Little Mrs. Mo thought that the master had not taken a bath for a few days, so she brought in a bathtub, prepared hot water, and undressed the master with a blushing face.

He Wenyan didn't feel uncomfortable at all at this moment. He wanted to soak in the bathtub immediately, but he regretted that his legs were inconvenient, so he could only ask Mrs. Mo to help him get into the bathtub.

Soaking in the water makes me feel much more comfortable.

Little Mrs. Mo combed the master's hair, washed his hair with a wooden basin, and scratched his scalp with her five fingers.

He Wenyan closed his eyes and enjoyed the relief of his itch.

No matter how comfortable it is, you can't stay in the water forever. After adding hot water twice, Mrs. Mo helped the master out of the bathtub, wrapped him with a large cotton cloth, wiped the water off his body, and then helped him onto the bed, let him lie down and covered him with a quilt.

He Wenyan thought that Mrs. Mo was about to leave, so he turned his head away and didn't look at her, feeling a little embarrassed.

However, his back began to itch, and he reached out to reach it, but he couldn't.

Mrs. Mo saw the master twisting and rubbing himself on the bed, and she knew that the master was itchy all over when she was giving him a bath.

Although the light was dim, she saw the red bumps on the master's body and knew it was because of drinking.

Just now, I was standing by the bed and thinking about how to get into the master's bed. Now I don't care about any bad ideas and sit by the bed to tickle the master.

Little Mrs. Mo has been working since she was young. A while ago, she helped her master plant flowers. Her hands are prickly and perfect for scratching.

He Wenyan didn't care about anything else at this moment and could only say: down, left, right, up.

Little Mrs. Mo listened to her master and tickled him gently. When her master asked her to do it more firmly, she did so.

Tickling like this always...

Then she stopped.

Although she was in her early twenties, no one had ever told her about this. She blushed and immediately thought of her own plan.

Then she quickly took off her clothes and got into bed.

Lust is uncontrollable, not to mention that He Wenyan had been secluded for a long time, especially after suffering a stroke and becoming disabled, which was a huge blow to him.

Now, to prove that he is still a man, it is out of control.

The wonderful feeling between men and women suppressed the itch all over her body. The most wonderful thing was that Xiao Mo's body was not as soft and fragrant as jade, but like her hands.

Holding it can relieve the itch and rubbing it can make you feel comfortable.

The poem goes: "Lotus buds cling to their calyx in the mud, roses thorns encircle their branches. There is no equal, only the eyes and the heart know."

At this moment, the rose is like a branch with thorns around it, and my heart is blooming.

He Wenyan had never felt that the bed could be so wonderful. He held little Mo tightly, using one strong hand and the other arm to make little Mo sit on him.

Feeling Xiao Mo's shyness, he caressed the softness of her body.

The young woman's body made him intoxicated.

Another poem goes: "The night is clear and dustless, the moonlight is like silver. When pouring wine, always fill it to the brim. Vanity and profit are vain and exhausting. Sigh: a colt in the gap, a fire in the stone, a body in a dream. Though I possess literary talent, who will be near me when I open my mouth? And now, content and indulging in the pure joy of life, when will I return to be a free man? Facing a zither, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds."

From now on, he can sit in front of a pot of flowers, drink a glass of wine, and appreciate the beauty of the world.

That night, except for Old Madam Jiang who was fast asleep, the three concubines all knew that the master and little Mo had consummated their marriage.

No one is jealous.

The people who came into the master's company were arranged by the mistress, so it was not their turn to be jealous.

Another thing is that the master is now physically disabled, his mind is unpredictable, and his temperament has changed a lot. The three concubines all have children, so no one would rush to make trouble for them and they would rather stay away from them.

Since little Mrs. Mo came home, she has been sleeping with Old Madam Jiang. The three concubines are afraid to ask them to serve the master.

Now I can rest assured.

As for who will be the head of the He family, they only care about whether there will be a shortage of funds for them and their children. They are really afraid that the lady will promote one of them.

How could a concubine have extra money to supplement the household expenses?

Thanks to Madam for taking in a second wife for the master, I can finally sleep peacefully.