Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 125 A night of drunkenness (2)
Song Wanzhi walked up and asked, "Lianxuan, what's wrong?"

But Lian Xuan just stared blankly at the front with her bright eyes, motionless.

Su Mengchen glanced at it and said, "She's drunk."

Song Wanzhi: ...

Then, there was a voice from Xiao Ye speaking with her tongue out loud in the room: "Fuck, uh(us), do!"

"Little Xing, don't tell (tell) my sister, what are you doing..."

"Well, what to do..."

Song Wanzhi rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Uncle Wang stepped forward and said with a wry smile: "Xiao Ye said that she wanted to entertain friends, so she dug out those jars of pear blossom wine, and it turned out to be like this. Hey, Miss Lianxuan, too, frowned, but Xiao Ye drank a cup, and it turned out He directly snatched the wine jar from Xiao Ye's arms and sat on the steps, but after drinking two glasses, he became drunk. She wouldn't move even if she was told."

Song Wanzhi smiled helplessly, and then said: "Uncle Wang, please go and make some ginger soup. The pear blossom brew is more intoxicating and cold. It's not good to drink late at night, but I want to go to them to relieve the cold."

Uncle Wang nodded in agreement.

Song Wanzhi pushed the door open, was stunned for a moment, and then quickly closed the door.

Then he turned his head and looked at Su Mengchen apologetically: "Hey, I'm really sorry, Mr. Meng, these two girls are too messy, you can wait in the next room first, and come when I clean up these girls. "

Su Mengchen nodded: "It's nothing."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Song Wanzhi opened the door and went in and closed the door. The two girls were so drunk that they even took off their outer shirts. Xiao Ye was even half naked and poured a jar of pear blossom wine into her mouth.

"Xiaoye." Song Wanzhi stood there looking at her.

Xiaoye looked unhappy, and then raised her eyes to send people away, but she was stunned when she met Song Wanzhi's eyes, then shook her head vigorously, and said to Yue Xiaoxing: "Is it swollen?" , looks, well, good (like) sister..."

After finishing speaking, he waved the wine jar vigorously: "Do it!"

Yue Xiaoxing also embraced a wine jar, and burst out laughing, then glanced at Song Wanzhi, nodded solemnly: "Like!"

After saying "bang", he fell to the ground and began to snore.

Xiaoye stared at Yue Xiaoxing, then pouted, "Get up and drink."

Then he raised his neck and took a sip of himself, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

The two little girls snore one after another.

Song Wanzhi couldn't help but look at them helplessly, shook her head with a smile, then hurriedly found two clean clothes, and then helped them put them on. Song Wanzhi had no choice but to temporarily seal their acupoints with silver needles, and then put on clean clothes before helping them onto the couch.

When she went out, she held Lian Xuan's hand again. She wanted to say something, but Lian Xuan didn't move. As a result, Song Wanzhi pulled her, and Lian Xuan quietly followed her away.

Song Wanzhi led her into the house, asked her to change her clothes, then took the ginger soup that Uncle Wang had made, and fed it to her spoon by spoon. After she finished drinking, she was asked to lie down and cover her Put on the quilt.He turned around and took the ginger soup to Xiaoye's place, Xiaoye's place became more restless, he vomited after eating a portion of ginger soup, vomited and ate again, and howled ghosts and wolves in the middle of the night, making Song Wanzhi only support his forehead.

These little girls are crazy, and there is really nothing to stop them.

Song Wanzhi tossed about half the night, and it was already dawn when the two girls fell asleep. She was afraid that the three girls would have a fever in the middle of the night, so she leaned outside, but she didn't expect, leaning against, eyelids It started to sink down.

When he woke up, the sky was already bright, and when he got up together, the clothes on his body fell off, but it was Su Mengchen's outer shirt, with a clean scent of saponins.

Looking at the clothes, she felt her heart flutter slightly, and when she turned her head, she saw Su Mengchen brushing the branches of plum blossoms, walking slowly with a plain white porcelain bowl in her hand.

(End of this chapter)