It's a little hard to wear this wish quickly

Chapter 179 Drunk People Don't Know 1
Pei Yuhuan returned to the task space, and after some routine operations, she returned to the task.

She opened her eyes.

total darkness.

There was a soft bed sheet under him, and he reached out to touch it, and found a piece of stiff quilt, with a faint fragrance of washing powder in his breath.

Kaka!

White lightning pierced the dark night sky, accompanied by roaring thunder, the strong wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and black shadows were printed outside the window.

slap... slap...

As the first drop of rain fell, countless raindrops hit the leaves and the awning, making a crackling sound.

There was a burst of coolness.

Pei Yuhuan sat up and got out of bed.

Find the light switch in the room, press it, the light doesn't respond, it seems that either the power is out or the light is broken.

As the saying goes, when the night is dark and the wind is high, the night is high for sharks.

According to the nature of the mission, combined with the real-time environment outside, it can be predicted that tonight... will be a restless night.

Sure enough, the next second.

White and purple lightning tore through the sky.

Accompanied by a big thunder that almost pierced the eardrum, the door made a series of dull noises and was slowly pushed open.

Pei Yuhuan hurried to the desk and squatted down.

From the angle of her sight, she could see that there was a stool behind the door, but now, the stool was moving to the side, and the door opened a palm-width gap.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger.

A tall black figure squeezed in.

An unpleasant smell of alcohol permeated the room.

He went straight to the bed, obviously familiar with the arrangement of the furniture in the room.

After hiccupping, he said with a smirk, "Damn girl, your mother is working overtime today, and I'll see who will come back to save you. You're useless even if your throat is broken!"

As he said that, he threw himself on the bed.

Uh--

empty?

The man stretched out his hand and grabbed it several times, but found nothing.

he:?

For a while, my brain was a little short-circuited, what about the dead girl?Went to the bathroom?

climb up.

Thinking of the good things that were going to start tonight, he was excited and let out an extremely disgusting smile, but there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, he shook his body twice and fell down.

Behind.

Pei Yuhuan held up a wine bottle, expressionless.

She originally thought that she couldn't find a suitable and powerful weapon, such as a baseball bat, but unexpectedly there were a lot of wine bottles under the desk.

Ok.

Not bad.

The current bottle quality is pretty good.

No, just do it all at once!
He lay motionless on the ground like a dead pig.

From what this person said just now, it can be concluded that he knows the client, and also knows that the client's mother works overtime, heh, he is not familiar with one or two.

And many tragedies are the hands of evil stretched out by acquaintances.

Anyway, let's receive the information first.

She glanced at the people on the ground, walked into the living room indifferently, covered her mouth and nose immediately, the stench, sour wine, sweat, foot odor, and body odor...

want to vomit.

No, someone already vomited beforehand.

It's very... so special that I can't describe it in words!

In this environment, the trash cans downstairs in ordinary communities have to take a backseat.

I touched the wall and pressed the switch, and it was confirmed that there was a power outage.

Lightning flashed outside.

She took the opportunity to see the situation in the living room, avoided the minefield, went to the kitchen, closed the wooden door, the wind and rain blew in through the half-open window, and the cool rain hit her face.

Couldn't help shaking.

cold!
The ground is all wet.

In the already narrow space, besides the stove, there are also kettle racks, trash cans and so on.

Fortunately, the air is fresh.

Forget it.

That's it for now.

Pei Yu happily walked over to close the window, and wiped the cold rain off her cheeks. She was ready for this difficult environment.

Ning Cunxin is a girl who grew up in the old town in the northwest of Shenlu City. She is 15 years old this year. She is studying in the junior high school of Caoqing Road Cultural Middle School. She looks pretty and has good grades.

There are both parents in the family, and she is an only daughter.

According to this configuration, most of them will be a happy family loved by their father and mother.

However, Ning Cunxin's father is a man who likes to go to the mahjong parlor to play two games when he has nothing to do. No matter whether he wins or loses, he always drinks two cups.

Ok.

He has very little to do.

During the day, it is estimated that only the sleep time from closing eyes to opening eyes is busy, and he is free for the rest.

And Ning Cunxin's mother, Zhang Wanhua, is a very ordinary middle-aged woman. She is nearly ten years younger than Ma Dayong. She works in a mold factory. He looked haggard and restless, and his face was bruised from time to time, making him look much older than his actual age.

It doesn't sound good.

Compared with Ma Dayong, she is like a big sister.

The former eats, drinks, plays, and keeps fit. Can he not be young?

The family lived in the old house left by Ma Dayong's parents. Ning Cunxin thought that she could leave here to live a peaceful life when she was 18 years old, but she didn't know that sometimes, the nightmare would come earlier.

She has been stuck in a deep swamp all her life, unable to break free, sinking deeper and deeper until she rots in despair.

Ma Dayong should love "fitness".

He was always in good spirits when he was drunk, and insisted on pulling his wife and daughter as sparring partners. Every time Zhang Wanhua pushed her daughter into the room and faced her husband's excessive energy outside alone.

It's not that I haven't called 000.
Neighbors and friends also advised.

But not L.

Every time Ma Dayong cried, repented, slapped himself, sincerely apologized, raised his hand and swore that he would never dare again, and said that if he used his wife and children as sandbags to practice boxing at home, he would be inferior to a pig and a dog, reincarnated and not a human being. He also made a vow that is said to be the most poisonous when going out to play, "When I play mahjong, I always miss one of the three, no one and the red and white board. Drinking tea only has tea stems and no wine glass. There are wine glasses and no peanuts to go with the wine. ..."

The gray-haired old man next door was so startled that he almost didn't fall down, and quickly persuaded him, "Dayong, you have to think about this poisonous oath before you make it!" Then he pouted twice on the ground, "Don't blame the god of numbness, God of Dionysus!" Don’t blame me, children are talking nonsense!”

Many people advised Zhang Wanhua.

"They're both a couple, why bother to be so serious."

"Although Dayong likes these two words, isn't that true for all men? As long as he is willing to change, it will be fine."

"The child is about to take an exam. If it is delayed because of this, what should I do?"

"Oh, Dayong has this kind of temper, but he has no bad intentions. He treats you mother and daughter wholeheartedly. He never looks at the women outside."

"A man, as long as he doesn't leave the GUI, he's a good man."

……

What can Zhang Wanhua do?

Borrow the donkey down the slope.

Besides, without Ma Dayong, she might only be able to find old men in their 60s and [-]s.

Besides, he was dragging a daughter.

It's harder.

Weeping, but also compromised under the persuasion of everyone, thinking that when her daughter graduates from college and finds a good job, she will definitely, definitely will leave Ma Dayong.

Leaving without looking back.

Just a few more years, just a few years.

It goes by quickly.

It has to be said that she thought very well, but unfortunately the reality didn't follow her expected direction. If it deviated too much, it was actually expected.

(End of this chapter)