Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

The old lady excitedly ordered the maid to wash her like a fat pig, strip her naked, and then put her on the bed that was said to be Dongfang Wushang.

Wow, it's really bloody!

She wasn't too worried that she would be wiped out. Although she didn't have much contact with Dongfang Wushang, she could see that this man was very proud and lofty, so she probably didn't bother to ask for such a woman who came to her door.

But what she was worried about was that Dongfang Wushang saw her true face, because the gang of maids wiped all the mud off her face, exposing her true face.

She didn't know if such exposure would bring bad consequences.

Damn it, I must practice martial arts well in the future, such an aggrieved situation really makes my teeth itch.

But now, she can't do anything, soldiers come to cover up the water and earth.

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In the small garden, the night is like water.

The fragrant wine is like fine nectar and jade liquid, which makes people feel intoxicated when drinking.

Even a heroine like the old lady who loves wine is a little dizzy, and the scene in front of her is shaking.

She stopped her glass and saw that Dongfang Wushang on the opposite side was even more drunk than she was, and she couldn't help but feel complacent. Hmph, for this nephew to successfully win his wife, she even risked her life this time .

Fortunately, she has always been a heavy drinker, and all ten men have caught up with her.

"You're drunk, Wushang, I'll send you back!" The old lady smiled and waved to the waiters outside, asking them to help Dongfang Wushang back.

Dongfang Wushang's handsome face was blushing, and he half-prostrated on the stone table.

"As expected, my aunt's sword is not old, and her drinking power is better than before. My nephew is willing to bow down. I haven't been so drunk for a long time..."

There was a three-point smile flowing around his glistening lips, three-point fascination, and the rest was rare melancholy.

He also has a strong capacity for alcohol. He has drunk all kinds of strong wine, but it may not be able to make him drunk. Whether he is drunk or not does not depend on the wine, but on the heart. People get drunk.

But tonight, he really wanted to get drunk, wanted to get completely drunk, and burst out the depression buried in his heart.

"Go back and have a good rest. You are in a bad mood tonight. I believe you will feel better when you wake up tomorrow." The old lady waved proudly, and the two guards helped Dongfang Wushang up and walked out of the small garden.

As soon as Ji Hua opened her eyes, she saw Dongfang Wushang lying beside the bed, with his back to the dim candlelight, his face sunk in shadow.

Only those dark and flowing eyes stared at her quietly and strangely, without blinking for a moment.

Ji Hua took a deep breath and was terrified. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw this mysterious uncle staring at her in such a strange manner. Her heart couldn't help beating wildly. It felt like being possessed by a ghost. of.

"My lord, have you been drinking?" She asked vigilantly, a large scent of clear wine came to her nostrils, so strong that even if she smelled it, it made her slightly smoky and a little dizzy.

"Well, I drank a lot, you didn't expect so much." Dongfang Wushang laughed drunkenly.

Ji Hua suddenly felt bad, and tried: "Then do you still recognize me?"

"Of course, how could I not recognize you, Ji Hua, you are Ji Hua, but you have become much prettier." Dongfang Wushang tilted his head and squinted at her.

As the breath got closer, a cool hand stretched out, the warm fingertips brushed over her hair, landed on her cheek, and touched her with a strangely gentle touch, making Ji Hua feel creepy.