This is his mother-in-law, Shen Rulan, vice chairman of the Yunzhou Women's Federation.
But no matter from which point of view, she doesn't look like a cadre in an agency, but like a noble mature woman who came off the cover of a fashion magazine.
No, such words are not accurate enough for her.
She is a kind of truly "lived woman", with the tenderness of reading the wind and moon between her eyebrows, and the fullness of her chest and the plumpness behind her buttocks, there is an inadvertent fatal attraction in her gestures.
Chu Fan stood at the bottom of the steps, his lips slightly opened, and he couldn't call out the "Mom" after all.
Shen Rulan pursed her lips and smiled, walking towards him gently, the unique aroma of a mature woman came along the night breeze, not strong but seductive, making people want to take another sip.
"What are you doing standing so far away? Come on in. "
She spoke gently, then turned around and walked to the entrance.
Her steps are not fast, but she has a seductive style -
The pair of plump buttocks under the silk long skirt were full and round, swaying gently with the steps, the buttocks swelled as if they were about to crack the skirt at any time, and the undulating curves under the waist loomed under the interweaving of lights and shadows, inducing Chu Fan's throat to tighten.
Chu Fan was about to take a step when a light voice suddenly came from the villa:
"Mom—is sister back?"
As soon as the words fell, a delicate girl figure jumped lightly from the stairs, she moved lightly and quickly, and the moment she landed, the black T-shirt suddenly lifted, and her two slender and tender legs were suddenly exposed to the light, and even the pink skin on the inner thighs flashed.
The short T on her body happened to cover the base of her legs, tightly attached to the pair of round and full buttocks, and the fabric strangled the entire buttocks to be as rich and attractive as a peach, and even the delicate gully in the middle of the buttocks was clearly visible.
The steps are brisk, and the buttocks are strangled by the tightly attached fabric, and every step is fleshy and bloody.
Her legs are straight and slender, her skin is delicate and smooth, and her flesh and bones are well-proportioned and have a girl's unique tenderness.
As the knees bent and stretched slightly, a fresh flesh slit was drawn out at the base of the thighs, and the short T under the crotch happened to be stuck in the sensitive area, and the shape of the high bulge honey hole was clearly outlined, seductive and bold.
This is... Not wearing panties?
Chu Fan subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but his eyes were still firmly attracted by her, and he couldn't take it away.
The girl glanced back at him, pouted her lips slightly, and said with a bit of a joke: "Yo, where did this handsome guy come from? "
As she spoke, she strode over and pulled the short T-hem casually, but the fabric was getting shorter and shorter, and the pair of youthful and full nipples on her chest were tightened, and the fabric clearly outlined the position of the cleavage and nipple tips, and every step was accompanied by a slight shaking, round and straight, which made people reverie.
As she walked, she winked at Chu Fan, and there was a sultry charm in her smile: "It won't be... Came to me, right? "
"Song Zhiyu, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Shen Rulan frowned slightly, although her tone was gentle, but she was obviously displeased: "There are no rules at all, and the clothes are not dressed well." "
"Got it~ Mom!"
Song Zhiyu stuck out his tongue, looking indifferent.
She turned around and walked to the sofa, leaned over, and sat directly in the center.
As soon as she sat down, the short black T quietly slid up along her slender waistline, revealing a smooth and delicate back of her waist.
The round and full buttocks instantly sink into the soft sofa, and the fabric is tightly attached to the buttocks, outlining the curves very clearly.
Song Zhiyu casually raised one leg and put it on the other, his long legs were overlapped, his knees were raised high, and his thighs were straight and tight.
The short T-hem was close to the sensitive area under the crotch, and as she swayed gently, the inverted triangle of honey mound was strangled to the outline, and even the two delicate lips were looming.
The muffin shoes she was wearing on her feet swayed gently, her ankles were slender and straight, and her whole leg was dangling in front of Chu Fan's eyes, appearing and disappearing, as if deliberately teasing his nerves.
Chu Fan wanted to withdraw his gaze, but he seemed to be hooked by a hook and couldn't take his eyes off.
Song Zhiyu tilted his head to look at him, the corners of his lips were lightly raised, and he pouted his lips charmingly, and said:
"Brother-in-law~ Don't stand and watch, come here to sit, do you have to wait for me to invite you?"
Chu Fan's throat tightened, and he was about to open his mouth to respond, but there was a crisp sound of footsteps behind him.
"Song Zhiyu, what are you messing around with?"
The tone was cold, with a little displeasure that could not be concealed.
He looked back and saw that it was his cold and glamorous wife, Song Zhiyao.
She dragged a suitcase through the trunk of the car and walked through the door.
Her eyes fell on her sister who was on the sofa with her legs crossed and shaking, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Song Zhiyu, what do you sit like? Like words?" "
"Got it—"
Song Zhiyu pouted, his voice was long, as if he was deliberately dragging time, and finally he obediently withdrew his leg.
"Okay, don't make trouble."
Shen Rulan interrupted her daughters, and Brick smiled gently at Chu Fan and said, "Xiaofan, you sit down and drink water, and the meal will be right away!" "
As she spoke, she walked to the coffee table, bent down slightly to get a water glass, and her silk skirt pressed against her plump and round buttocks, outlining the round lines at a glance.
With the movement, the entire skirt tightly stretched out the outline, and the pair of snow buttocks trembled slightly in front of Chu Fan's eyes, soft and full, as if they would break the fabric at any time.
Chu Fan's throat was dry, he took the water glass, whispered "thank you", and just took a sip of water, when a majestic male voice suddenly came from upstairs:
"Chu Fan, come up."
The voice is soft, but with an unquestionable tone.
"Okay!"
Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded, but the cup had not been put down.
"Tsk, the old feudalism is here again."
Song Zhiyu on the side muttered softly, his tone was disgusted and gloating, but his eyes were smiling.
While shaking her feet, she grinned at Chu Fan: "Brother-in-law, you are miserable - that old antique is looking for you, and it is estimated that you will say that you are 'not motivated' or 'uncompetitive' or something." "
The corners of Chu Fan's mouth twitched and he didn't speak.
But he sighed silently in his heart.