Reborn 1980 sweet honey

Chapter 1282 Someone Visits
Finally, someone had eaten enough, and Chen Meng also got a mouthful of alcohol, Moutai
"Second brother, have you been drinking too much?" Chen Meng was really uncertain seeing his state.

It's too much to say, the eyes are still so clear, and the aftermath work can be done, it feels like taking anti-drinking medicine in advance.

"I don't have much."

The second master stretched out his hand, lifted Chen Meng's chin, and said seriously.

"You look good."

The smell of alcohol mixed with his breath swept over, and the old woman Chen Meng, who had already become the mother of three babies, blushed shamefully, fascinated by the overflowing hormones.

Usually the second master would not be so straightforward.

He was obviously very happy in his heart, but he pretended to be very modest and touched his face, "I don't look so good, I'm already fat."

Although the claim always showed that she was only 95 catties, Chen Meng occasionally looked down at her two steamed buns, which weighed at least 3 catties, and deeply doubted the accuracy of the symmetry.

"Not fat, good-looking." The second master wanted to prove with practical actions that her attraction to him was always there, her hands began to be dishonest, and she began to scurry around along his gradually recovering waistline. Chen Meng refused to be honest with her body Only the brain is awake.

"No! It's not been 52 days!"

If he had to recover from the caesarean section, at most he would give it to him--Chen Meng woke up from the pain before he finished thinking about those colorful pictures.

The second master couldn't stand still, and fell directly on top of her. Chen Meng bumped into the wall, and the switch hit his back. It really hurt.

Chen Meng groaned, and had to push the drunk on the bed, the second master fell into the bed, and just a second before closing his eyes, he pointed at Chen Meng and said.

"You look good."

It was very difficult for Chen Meng to reach her back with her hands. She made a ridiculous pose and rubbed it with difficulty. Looking at the drunk man on the bed, she kicked the bed angrily.

"Do it, do it, be your uncle!"

The co-author has already drank too much, but the fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields, and he has to face his wife when he is drunk.

The second master has already fallen asleep completely. Today's wine is too exciting for him. It is a miracle of life to be able to survive until now. He just sleeps in bed, completely ignoring his miserable wife.

Chen Meng was angry, funny, and a little bit distressed. She helped the second master take off her shoes and cover her with the quilt. Just as she was about to cook some hangover soup for her, Nuonuo, who had become a little adult at home, yelled.

"Mom, call~"

"Who's calling?" Chen Meng walked over to take the phone, and Nuo Nuo told her with her lips, the guard.

Chen Meng guessed that someone might be here or some kind of gift was received, this day is really busy enough.

Waving to her daughter, she took the phone.

"I'm Chen Meng."

Nuonuo originally wanted to go to the children's room, but when she thought about her younger brother sleeping like a piglet there, she suddenly felt bored.

Although the younger brothers are getting better and better, and they can see a little floating in the air, but the sleeping little Wa Nuonuo said that they have played enough.

Putting up big fonts for the two younger brothers, posing in a gesture of raising hands and surrendering, is no longer interesting.

Nuonuo's eyes drifted to the half-open bedroom door, thinking of his father reeking of alcohol.
Without hesitation, she headed towards the bedroom. As a filial daughter, she felt that she should seize the opportunity to do something magical. After all, Dad, a monster with super self-control, doesn't drink until he becomes unconscious every time.
Chen Meng didn't pay attention to her daughter's small movements, she was talking with the guard.

Just as she expected, someone did indeed come here, but the person who came here was a little special, neither a gift-giver nor a friend who rushed over to congratulate.

(End of this chapter)