The husband is the hunter

Chapter 177

Probably because of Mrs. Zhao's departure, everyone let go a lot, Shen Ershan even filled the wine cup in front of him, and drank it down with a smile.

In addition to their own relatives, many men from the same village who have been friends with the Zhao family also came to toast one after another. Shi and the others toasted, and even Fang Li, who had just given birth, was coaxed to have a drink or two.

Shen Yuanyuan held the wine glass and took two shallow sips, but Fang Lin couldn't hide so easily. An aunt next door joked, "What are you afraid of? Isn't your man here? If you drink too much, ask him to carry you back."

Fang Lin pursed her lips, turned her head to look at Duan Nanshan, and saw that he was fighting wine with Shen Guangzong, and there was a happy smile in her eyes. She turned her head, smiled slightly, and took the neighbor's hand. Aunt handed her the wine cup.

In any case, there is always someone by his side, and he will never fall into the isolated and helpless situation in the past.

As soon as she made this start, the ones who came later couldn't stop. The women in the Northland are so aggressive and forthright, and there are not so many rules in the countryside. Fang Lin's small wine cup was filled again and again. There is already a thin layer of pink on the cheeks, and the whole person feels as if he is floating in the clouds, swaying.

Duan Nanshan has always had a good capacity for alcohol, and several people went into battle one after another. He drank the cups of yellow soup without blinking, with a hearty smile on his face. After Fang Lin took the wine glass, he still drank it. Drinking and laughing, but his eyes fell on his wife from time to time, so when he saw Fang Lin rubbing her dizzy head, he smiled and rejected the wine glass offered by others, "I really can't drink any more, I still have to walk the mountain road when I go back, it’s not good if I fell dizzy.”

As he said this, he got up and walked towards Fang Lin.

The drunk Fang Lin couldn't sit still, she swayed slightly, and once again grabbed the wine glass on the table.

Duan Nanshan stopped her with one hand, wrapped her waist with the other, and said softly, "It's getting late, let's go back first."

"Where...where?" Fang Lin raised her head to look at him, her eyes were a little dazed.

Duan Nanshan lowered his head, showing a slight smile, "Go home."

"Go home? Good... good... go home." Fang Lin tried to stand up, but her steps were uncontrollable. She touched the leg of the chair, her delicate brows frowned involuntarily, and she murmured softly, "It hurts..."

(End of this chapter)