Famous family warm marriage: black-bellied husband can't afford to offend

Chapter 271: Taking advantage of alcohol to act "fiercely" (2)

This person knew from the beginning that she was in a bad mood, but he didn't ask, but took the opportunity to ask after she was drunk.

Why didn't you ask at first?

How shrewd is his wife, how could Huo Yichen not know?

If she wanted to speak, she would not choose to ignore him from the beginning.Since he didn't intend to speak at first, asking would only alert his wife.

Tell the truth after drinking.

His little wife had an experience.

So, he asked Zhang Ma to bring the wine.

You don't need to be very drunk, just a little drunk.

His wife's drinking capacity was far beyond his expectations.

At the teacher's house that day, she drank too much.

This is only half a bottle.

It turned out that my wife was drunk after half a bottle that night, but she was not lightly drunk at that time, and she lost consciousness completely after the second half of the bottle.

Then this will...

With his mind full of excitement, Huo Yichen would never call himself a gentleman.

In order to get what he wants, he has endless means.

Even in the face of his wife, he would not hesitate to exchange wine for truth.

The temperature of the water was just right, and it was comfortable to fall on the body. Mu Genge was a little drowsy, but there was a disturbing dreaming sound in his ears.

"Jinge, why are you angry today?" Seeing his wife squinting her eyes and not speaking, she couldn't help but hug her tighter, her voice was right next to her ear.

Those "why are you angry" made Mu Zhenge nearly go crazy, waving his hands, trying to push away the disturbing voice, and muttered, "Quiet."

The sound of "quiet" can be described as stern, and Huo Yichen smiled instead of being annoyed, and continued to coax in a low voice, "Jinge tell me first, why am I angry today, how about I just be quiet?"

"really?"

Drunkenness also makes people innocent.

Huo Yichen nodded, then thought that she might not be seeing the truth clearly, and said again, "Seriously."

Mu Ge was held in his arms, and all he could smell was his breath. The water flow remained the same, but it could not block the intimacy between the two.

The promise echoed in his ears, Mu Jinge opened his eyes bewilderedly, looked at the familiar handsome face, and suddenly smiled, ignoring someone's astonished face, but took the initiative to put his lips together.

The lips were impartial, just falling on his thin lips.

His wife is so enthusiastic, how could Huo Yichen live up to his kindness.

It's a pity that I didn't hear what I wanted to hear, but if my wife took the initiative, it would be an accident.

He loves surprises.

Since there is no way to control it, then simply do not control it.

Letting go of each other...

Looking at his wife who was sleeping unconscious, his eyes seemed to be dyed with thousands of colors under the light, as quiet and soft as the morning glow.

Huo Yichen went to the bathroom again, and when he came out, he had an extra towel and a hair dryer in his hand.

This hair is wet, so I won't have a headache tomorrow if I sleep like this.

Resigned to his fate, he squatted down beside the bed, and Huo Yichen adjusted the smallest gear to blow-dry his wife's hair.

Five fingers shuttled between his wife's hair, and the long seaweed-like hair confused his eyes.

The wife has very beautiful hair, and she suddenly recalled the time when she wore a wig to deceive herself.

His little wife is not only a goblin, but also a little liar.

It was already the morning of the second day when Mu Zhenge woke up, it was pitch black, and the thick curtains blocked everything outside, even through the gaps, there was no light to be seen.

The temperature is probably not good today.

My mind was not fully awake yet, but this was the first thought that came across me.

Tong Mou blinked, and the slightest pain spread.

head, body...

Mu Geunge reached out to rub her aching temple, but someone pressed it faster and rubbed it gently with moderate strength.

"How is it? Are you comfortable?"

The voice was very familiar, with the laziness of getting up in the morning.

Mu Geunge didn't answer, but turned to meet his deep and sharp eyes.

She's drunk and doesn't remember anything.

I still have some impressions of some things that happened, but I just don't remember the details.

What's more, the sour feeling is so familiar, you don't need to ask to know what the two of you did last night.

(End of this chapter)