Zhang Xiaoshan was no fool; on the contrary, he was very clever. When he heard these keywords, he immediately became alert.
"That bastard Wei Bao hasn’t shown up for a long time, it looks like he’s been up to no good,"
"Wu Yong, that damned kid, his mom had just died a few days ago, and he’s already in the mood to mess around with women—and his own great-aunt at that. Isn’t this purely a huge mess?"
Now, Jia Lanhua was completely devoted to Zhang Xiaoshan both physically and spiritually. Wei Bao and Wu Yong’s actions were essentially putting a cuckold’s horns on Zhang Xiaoshan’s head, weren’t they?
Zhang Xiaoshan couldn’t tolerate this happening.
With a single leap, the tall courtyard wall of Wu Damming’s house was nothing but a decoration, completely useless.
As he entered the courtyard, Jia Lanhua’s cries, Wu Yong, and Wei Bao’s foul language became even clearer.
Zhang Xiaoshan used the Heavenly Dragon’s Eye and immediately saw the situation inside.
By then, the living room was in complete disarray, the television had been smashed, and the tables and chairs overturned. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Jia Lanhua, wearing a loose spaghetti strap nightgown, was cornered against the wall.
Wei Bao and Wu Yong, one on each side, grabbed Jia Lanhua’s shoulders, forcibly dragged her to the couch, and pinned her face down; her arms twisted behind her back, with Wu Yong controlling her hands so she couldn’t turn over.
"Hehehe, little darling, tonight you’re ours,"
"Wu Damming, that old fart, keeping you all to himself at his age. I bet he can’t satisfy you, right? Hehe, we’ll take good care of you tonight,"
Wei Bao chuckled lewdly as he undressed.
Jia Lanhua was almost driven mad.
"Wei Bao, you beast, if you dare touch me, Wu Damming won’t let you off," she shouted.
Wei Bao said uncaringly,
"Now Wu Damming has lost face in the village, he has no more influence. Who still listens to him?"
"Do you think I still fear him?"
"Wu Yong, lift your great-aunt’s skirt up,"
Wu Yong immediately grinned lasciviously.
"Wei Bao, we agreed, I get to start,"
"That’s not fair, why do you get to start?" Wei Bao was somewhat reluctant.
Wu Yong, eyes darting, said,
"How about this, one of us in the front and the other at the back. Let’s do it together?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Bao immediately nodded excitedly.
"Okay, let’s do it your way,"
At this moment, Jia Lanhua, out of anger and shame, blushed so deeply it looked as though her cheeks could bleed; she frantically shouted at Wu Yong, who was sitting behind her and holding her hands.
"Wu Yong, you, don’t do this, no matter what, I’m still your great-aunt. How can you collude with Wei Bao, this outsider, to go after me? You’re betraying your own family,"
"Don’t touch me, I’m begging you, we have money at home, I’ll give you money, just don’t mess with me,"
"If your great uncle finds out, you’ll be banished from the Wu family,"
Jia Lanhua tried to persuade Wu Yong.
Unfortunately, Wu Yong was already completely enthralled by Jia Lanhua’s charms, his mind fixated on one thing; having such an opportunity, how could he possibly back down?
He snorted coldly and said carelessly,
"If that bastard Wu Damming can mess with my mom, why can’t I mess with his wife? This is payback."
"Besides, that old fool’s status in the village has plummeted, his face is utterly disgraced. Such a shameful affair, even if he knew, he definitely wouldn’t dare to make it known because if the villagers knew, it would just be him disgracing himself."
"My dear great aunt, it’s just the three of us here, Wei Bao and I definitely won’t blab. As long as you act like nothing happened, no one in the village will know,"
"Wu Damming has one foot in the grave already, why are you still so devoted to him?"
"Hehe, be good to me instead, I’m young, I have stamina,"
"I, I’m going to start now, okay?"
Wu Yong pulled up Jia Lanhua’s nightgown.
Immediately, buttocks as tender as a baby’s face were exposed, white and pert, incredibly tempting.
Wu Yong and Wei Bao’s saliva was dripping.
After Shen Xinhe left, no one drugged Wei Bao’s meals anymore, and his diminished functions had since recovered.
"Hehe, Wu Yong, you take the back and I’ll take the front,"
Wei Bao, trousers removed, took a couple of steps towards her, aiming at Jia Lanhua’s tempting spot, ready to thrust.