Seduced by Neighbor wife（Completed)

Chapter 4 She had A Husband

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the key turning in the keyhole.

Then she put down her phone, looked at me, frowned slightly, and then whispered, "Maybe my husband is back."

She said these words very calmly, but I was stunned for a while.

However, I had no chance to adapt at all, because at the moment I was facing a bigger crisis, her husband.

If he saw me like this, it would be absolutely impossible for him not to misunderstand us.

She looked calm, pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and walked towards the door at the same time.

I hurriedly hid back in the bathroom, then pricked up my ears and listened to the movement at the door.

"Why are you back?" she asked.

There came a man's voice, "I'm a little tired today. I don't want to do it."

Then the man wanted to get in.

"I was going to cook just now, and I saw that there was no bread at home. Would you go buy some?" she said.

"Why me? You've been at home all the time today. Why didn't you buy it?" There was reproach in the man's voice, which made me a little annoyed.

I thought that if I had such a beautiful wife, I would definitely love her and not let her do any work, let alone blame her.

"I only noticed it when I was about to cook. I still have to wash and cook. Go buy it. We can start dinner when you come back later." She didn't get angry at all and continued to plead in a negotiating tone.

"Okay, I'll go. Next time if something like this happens, don't blame me for getting angry." After the man finished it, he slammed the door and went downstairs.

She ran to the kitchen window and looked downstairs to confirm that her husband had left, and then called me out. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." I apologized to her.

"It's okay. We're neighbors." She seemed a little upset.

We tacitly did not mention her husband.

I hadn't tried to get close to her for a long time since then, but I still observe her house on my way up and down the stairs.

I found that a short-haired man in his 30s with round-rimmed glasses was in and out of here all the time. It should be her husband. Moreover, he often left early and returned late, and he often carried a takeaway box of Home Express, which suggested he should be a man for takeaway.

In addition to this man, there were also an old man, an old lady and a little boy, who should be her in-laws and son.

Knowing that she had a son somehow made me feel brokenhearted.

That little boy was very naughty, and often ran around in the corridor.

Every time he saw me in the corridor, he would smile at me, revealing his broken teeth. But I was subconsciously hostile to him, so every time I ignored him with a cold face.

One day, when I went downstairs, I saw that he was holding a water gun in his hand, and the muzzle was aimed at me.

I didn't take it seriously, but as I passed him, I felt wet behind me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I turned my head to stop him.

But the little boy didn't seem afraid at all, and he kept shooting at me, and sprayed water on my clothes, pants and face.

At this time, the woman ran out of the house and grabbed the little boy, "Didn't I tell you not to be naughty?"

Then she looked at me who was all wet, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. He is so naughty."

This was the first time I'd seen her apologize sincerely, so the anger that I had been holding back was suddenly gone.

"It's okay." I looked down at myself.

"Come in. I'll dry it for you." Her voice seemed to have a soul-sucking magic that made men unable to refuse.

So I followed her into her house for the second time.

Only she and her child were at home today. She took a towel, stood in front of me and started to dry my clothes.

She was still wearing only a round-neck low-cut vest, and when I looked down, I could see her sexy deep cleavage. She smelled of jasmine perfume, which made my heart itch.

While she was helping me wipe the water, her son kept watching.

Suddenly, he pointed at a certain part of my body in surprise and shouted, "He has a small animal there. It's moving."

My face was a little flushed because of embarrassment, but she seemed quite calm. She just glanced at me in the direction the little boy pointed, then turned her head and said angrily to the boy, "Don't talk nonsense. Go to your room and play."

She continued to help me wipe the water off my body attentively, and asked casually, "I think you are a good person. Why don't you consider finding a girlfriend?"

"Because I'm poor." I sighed, "How can any woman want to date a poor man now?"

"That's not necessarily true. Some women value a man's character." She said lightly.

"How can there be such a woman?" I denied.

"Of course there is." After she said this, she wiped my crotch with the towel, and then stood up straight, "If you don't try, how do you know there isn't?"

After that, she went to the bathroom with the towel.

I went home, changed my clothes, and rushed to the company to work overtime.

I was half an hour late, and the supervisor was furious and asked me to make up for my faults. I worked overtime in the company at night until after 12 o'clock before I was allowed to leave.

It happened to rain heavily that night. The strong wind and rain forced me to stop and go on my way back home. When I returned to the entrance of the building soaked wet, it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning.

I was about to park my bicycle when I saw a person standing at the gate. It was the woman on the third floor.

Holding her son in her arms, she looked out anxiously.

"Are you going out?" I asked her curiously.

"My son has a fever. I'm going to take him to the hospital, but it's raining so heavily that I can't go out." She frowned deeply.

I looked at the little boy in her arms, and found that the child was asleep with a pale face.

"Where's your husband? Did he go out to deliver food?" I asked.

"No, he is sleeping at home."

"Then why don't you ask him to take the child to the hospital with you?"

"I tried to wake him, but he pushed me aside and told me not to disturb him..." She looked extremely upset.

I noticed the injury on her knee and was immediately furious at her husband's behavior.

I clenched my fists, "I'll hold the boy and you'll take the umbrella. We'll take a taxi to the hospital."

"Well..." She didn't seem to have expected me to be so kind and generous, and looked at me thoughtfully, and then nodded, "Thank you then."

I took the child from her, and she held an umbrella for us and walked to the gate of the community together.

We took a taxi to the hospital, rushed into the emergency room, and then the doctor prescribed some medicine and put the little boy on a drip.

When the little boy saw that he was going to have an injection, he protested noisily, no matter how hard she persuaded him.

She was so angry that she scolded the little boy and he cried, but he still didn't agree to the injection.

I patted her on the back and motioned for me to leave it to me. She moved suspiciously away, and I leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

"Really?" The little boy stopped crying and asked me.

"Of course. I promise."

"OK."

In this way, the little boy was put on a drip smoothly, and she and I stayed by the hospital bed.

Just now she had been trying to protect me and the child from the rain with the umbrella, so she was soaked all over.

I took off my coat and put it on her.