Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 32 Don't date women with bad drinking habits
Early Friday morning.

Liu Wanqiu was fast asleep because she had drunk too much tea before going to bed.

So much so that he was successfully woken up by suffocating before it was time for school.

As the toilet flushed, she finally finished and rubbed her eyes repeatedly with her hands.

As her drowsiness gradually subsided, she stood there yawning.

The morning sunlight streamed into the living room, and the birdsong outside echoed incessantly.

His half-open eyes scanned the area in front of him.

Liu Wanqiu was a little hungry.

"dad……"

He muttered something unconsciously to himself, and the figure that had been standing at the bathroom door began to move.

I walked slowly toward the master bedroom.

Holding onto the doorknob, Liu Wanqiu pushed the door open and, still half asleep, saw the figure curled up on the bed.

"Dad, I want to eat..."

The girl's words went unanswered, perhaps because it was still early and her father was still fast asleep in bed.

Seeing this, the sound of slippers scraping across the floor could be heard.

The girl, who had come close to the bed, climbed onto the edge of the bed on one knee and, with two clicks, kicked off her slippers.

Spread your arms wide and press your entire body weight onto it.

She shifted up slightly, embracing the body beneath the thin sheet.

They snuggled together, their little hands clapping gently.

"Dad, get up..."

With eyes closed, I patted it several times.

The words he was saying stopped when he patted the soft mass.

Keep the closed eyes as they are.

It took several seconds for her to open her eyes.

Liu Wanqiu sat up and looked at the figure curled up in her arms under the thin sheet.

His large eyes were filled with doubt.

Looking at the figure curled up with its back to her, the hair that couldn't be hidden by the edge of the sheet was scattered.

At this moment, 11-year-old Liu Wanqiu was fully awake.

The puzzled eyes moved closer, and a hand slowly reached out and pulled the sheet off the head.

"Yaaaaaah!!!!"

Liu Songyan suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep.

The screams coming from his neighbor's sister made him jump out of bed at lightning speed.

Ignoring the slippers she wasn't even wearing yet, she rushed out of the room.

Push open the bedroom door.

I looked at my younger sister, who was sitting on the bed, terrified.

"What's wrong?!"

"Dad, Dad..."

With trembling little hands outstretched, Liu Wanqiu looked incredulously at the figure still fast asleep on the bed.

"Dad has become an auntie!"

"..."

Liu Songyan, who had just woken up, felt as if he were still dreaming when he heard his sister's words.

He raised his hand and slapped himself.

With a "smack," a sharp pain shot through my cheek.

This action was clearly seen by Liu Wanqiu, who was at the foot of the bed, and she was already frightened and felt puzzled.

Before she could figure out why her brother had slapped her, she was completely bewildered.

Then I heard the other person muttering something.

"I'm not dreaming..."

"It's true, bro!"

Coming to her senses, Liu Wanqiu responded to the other party.

She crawled forward and pulled off the sheet that was only partially lifted.

"look!"

"..."

The loose T-shirt was pulled over her body, and her fair thighs were so striking that it was hard to look away.

The eyes hidden beneath the hair widened uncontrollably.

A blush crept onto the boy's cheeks.

My gaze shifted to the floor.

Liu Songyan, who was standing at the door, quickly went to the bedside.

He covered her with the blanket that his sister had just lifted, and then sat down barefoot to the side.

"Brother, can Dad change back?"

"That's not Dad."

Hearing the absurd question coming from her younger sister beside her, 14-year-old Liu Songyan recognized her at just one glance.

It's Ning Mengyao who works at the flower shop next door.

Liu Songyan has a good memory and can clearly remember the names and preferences of every classmate, so it is not difficult for him to remember the florist he has met a few times.

At the foot of the bed, Liu Wanqiu blinked blankly.

It took me a while to realize, "Dad didn't turn into an aunt?"

"How could it possibly change?"

"Phew...that's great! I was so scared!"

He raised his hand and patted his chest, which was as hard as steel.

After regaining her senses, Liu Wanqiu sat up like a duck.

She tugged at her brother, who was lying on the side of the bed with his back turned, and whispered a question.

"Then... how come this aunt is in our house?"

"how could I know."

"What about Dad?"

"..."

Upon hearing his sister's question, Liu Songyan's gaze began to sweep across the entire bedroom.

The wardrobe was closed, and the bedside table remained in its original place.

The room didn't have much furniture; you could see it all at a glance.

My father is gone.

At the very least, the father is not in the bedroom right now.

"dad?"

A head peering under the bed, clinging to the edge.

The girl named Liu Wanqiu searched every possible hiding place, but the empty space under the bed prevented her from finding her elderly father.

"Don't be silly, I'll go out and take a look."

He grabbed his sister by the collar and lifted her back with one hand.

Liu Songyan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up again and walked out of the bedroom. As soon as he stepped out, he kept scanning his surroundings.

His gaze quickly fell on the sofa.

A figure was lying awkwardly on that 1.6-meter-long sofa.

He was lying on his side, covered by a sheet, with one leg raised completely, as if he were riding on a sofa.

Liu Songyan paused for a moment, then resumed his steps and walked to the sofa to look at his father, who was still fast asleep.

Instead of sleeping in the bedroom, he slept on the sofa.

And a strange woman appeared in the house.

Thinking of this, Liu Songyan finally reached out and shook his father's shoulder for nearly thirty seconds before the father reacted.

"what time is it……"

"A little past six o'clock."

"Getting up so early..."

Liu Changcun, who hadn't slept well all night, woke up again.

She opened her eyes and saw her son as soon as she turned her head.

He rolled over, but the soreness all over his body prevented him from making any large movements.

He sat back down on the sofa and raised his hand to tap the sore muscles in his neck.

"How come Ning Mengyao is in our house?"

Liu Songyan picked up the bed sheet that had slipped to the ground and handed it to his father, who had just sat up, while asking him a question.

Liu Changcun reached out and took the sheet, then casually wrapped it up and put it aside.

"She drank too much last night and was acting crazy by the bridge."

As he answered, Liu Changcun turned his gaze toward the bedroom.

"Is the person inside awake yet?"

"not yet."

"She slept soundly."

Muttering to himself, Liu Changcun didn't want to recall what happened after he received the other party last night.

I stood up and stretched.

The sofa was so small that I could only barely fall asleep by maintaining a specific posture after lying down.

Although he didn't lie down for too long, those few hours were enough to make Liu Changcun's back ache.

Clothes are hanging on the clothesline on the balcony.

As the wind blew in from the window, the hem of her clothes swayed slightly.

Liu Changcun stepped away from the sofa and turned to look at his son who was following behind him.

"I'll go cook. Call your sister over to wash up."

After giving some instructions, I prepared to leave.

But Liu Songyan, who was watching from behind, was puzzled by his stopped pace.

Looking at his father, who had his back to him, the boy simply waited quietly.

"Songyan... don't date women who have bad drinking habits in the future."

"Ok?"

"Especially when he's drunk and thrashing around wildly, even opening his mouth... Never mind, I'll go cook."

"..."

The father's hand was still pounding on his neck.

Liu Songyan stood still, watching his father's figure disappear through the kitchen doorway.

There was no response for a long time.

(End of this chapter)