Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 137 Beautiful Misunderstanding

Pushing open the door, there was a smell of alcohol rushing towards her face, Lin Anan hummed uncomfortably from the room, and seemed to be muttering something, but she was far away and couldn't hear clearly.

"Uncle, you are back." Huarui came with hot water, "Miss is drunk."

Qin Sanlang gave way, the stamen went in, and wiped Lin Anan's face with a hot handkerchief. Lin Anan waved his hands like chasing flies, muttering, "Go away, go away..."

Qin Sanlang snatched the handkerchief from Huarui's hand, "Go out, I'll come."

"You..." Huarui looked at Qin Sanlang suspiciously.

Qin Sanlang pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "She must be worried about me and blame herself for feeling uncomfortable, that's why she got drunk. You go out, I will take good care of her."

He looked at Lin Anan with tender and tender eyes, as if he wanted to deeply imprint her drunken appearance in his mind at the moment.

Stamen: "..."

I really want to tell my uncle that he is being self-indulgent.

Huarui looked at her young lady who was pulling Qin Sanlang's sleeve at this moment, and swallowed her words, in fact, my uncle misunderstood.

The matter of Lin Anan getting drunk became a beautiful misunderstanding.

Qin Sanlang wiped Lin An'an's forehead, cheeks, and ruddy full lips with a wet handkerchief, approached unexpectedly, and the distance was getting closer and closer, "Slap!" A slap came over.

It didn't hurt, but it made Qin Sanlang blush and wake up.

Lin Anan muttered: "Go away, mosquito, I will kill you, go away..."

Qin Sanlang wiped Lin Anan's face in a panic with the handkerchief in his hand, and turned his back, not daring to look at her.

What were you doing just now?
Taking advantage of her drunkenness, he actually wanted to... despise her.

Although she is his daughter-in-law, but...

Qin Sanlang stood in front of the window, letting the cold wind outside the window blow him to make himself more awake.

I remembered what my father-in-law said in the study, "I will let Xiao'er serve in the military."

Why did the father-in-law ask his brother-in-law to serve in the military? He knew it was a trap, so why did he still go?
Refined iron ore...

Thinking of the light in my father-in-law's eyes when he heard these three words, that light...with ambition.

Qin Sanlang sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and stroked Lin Anan's cheek gently, brushing the old burn scar.

Was the fire that year really just an accident?
The closer he got to the Yue's family, the more he felt that the Yue's family was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, and his father-in-law didn't look like a drug dealer. His demeanor and sense of oppression were more like a superior.

Just as Qin Sanlang was contemplating, a small hand suddenly grabbed Qin Sanlang's hand, and Lin Anan opened his watery eyes.

Qin Sanlang met Lin An'an's eyes, thinking that he almost belittled his little daughter-in-law before, he felt guilty and dared not look at her.

Lin Anan leaned forward, mumbling, and suddenly stretched out his hands to hold Qin Sanlang's face, like a myopic eye who couldn't see clearly, getting closer and closer, insisting on seeing the person in front of him clearly.

With their noses touching, Qin Sanlang smelled the alcohol smell from Lin Anan's body, as well as the scent of a girl, mixed together, it was like the purest girl's red.

Lin Anan squeezed his face, then suddenly let go, and fell backwards, Qin Sanlang hurriedly grabbed her, but she suddenly rushed over, but it was Qin Sanlang who fell backwards, Lin Anan lay on top of him, using his fingers He poked his cheek, as if it was fun, poked it again, and laughed.

Qin Sanlang knew that the little daughter-in-law was drunk, sighed, picked her up, and put her on the bed, "Good boy, sleep."

Lin Anan poked his face with his finger, opened his eyes, and looked at him cutely.

Qin Sanlang was amused by the silly look of the little daughter-in-law, reached out to hold her fingers, and helped her cover the quilt, "Good boy, sleep."

Lin Anan struggled to pull out his fingers, but he held them tightly, frowned angrily, opened his mouth suddenly, and bit hard at his tiger's mouth, like an angry cat, fierce and fierce .

(End of this chapter)