The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 211 Two Drunkards
But never thought about it!

Spicy blushing!

The fiery heat directly started a prairie fire, from the throat all the way to the stomach.

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough..."

Luo Jia's white jade-like complexion was directly stained with a lot of crimson.

Red dripping blood.

After taking several mouthfuls of bear's paws quickly, I was relieved. My stomach felt cramped and convulsed, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Cuckoo~"

Yun Cheng had already had four or five glasses of wine, and even felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory, so Yun Cheng directly picked up the wine jar.

Looking up, the wine was directly swallowed by Yun Cheng, but it was inevitable that a little flowed down his slender neck.

Luo Jia was dazzled by the beautiful scenery for a moment, but he quickly reacted and tore down Yun Cheng's wine jar.

"Cloud ride?"

"You can't drink like that."

Such a spicy wine, if you drink it like this, you will be drunk.

But when the wine jar was pulled, Luo Jia felt that it was over. The 3 catties of wine were gone, and there was only one bottom left in the wine jar.

Just a big mouthful.

Yun Cheng stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it back, but Luo Jia quickly settled it.

Choking tears came out.

"Cough cough..."

"I can't drink anymore."

Luo Jia took a closer look at Yun Cheng, good guy, Yun Cheng's face had two intoxicating blushes, and his originally cold eyes were already foggy.

The mist filled the sky, suppressing Yun Cheng's cold feeling.

Two points more confusing temperament.

"Cloud ride?"

Luo Jia was also a little dazzled, and felt his legs go weak for a while.

This wine is not only spicy enough!There is still plenty of stamina.

Luo Jia is weak and has never drunk himself, so he is naturally overwhelmed by alcohol.

Luo Jia collapsed on the wheelchair after a while.

Although Yun Cheng was slightly drunk, he never lost consciousness.

Seeing Luo Jia's state, he knew he was drunk.

"You're drunk, I'll take you back to your room."

Yun Cheng pushed the wheelchair and pushed it out, but he didn't take two steps, but found that his front was also a little blurry, and the wheelchair he pushed back and forth always bumped into things.

He had already reached the door, but he pushed the wheelchair and hit the door.

Push it and hit the door.

The door frame in front of him seemed to be moving, moving around.

Yun Cheng frowned and looked intently, but Luo Jia pointed to the front and said softly: "Yun Cheng, go to the right."

Yun Cheng turned to the right and pushed hard.

"Hoohoo!"

"boom!"

There was a big hole in the door frame.

Luo Jia and Yun Cheng walked through it abruptly.

Luo Jia coughed several times. Well, my legs hurt a little.

Yuncheng's brain was a little slow to react.

"Something is broken."

Luo Jia shook his head, even more cute: "I don't know, I want to sleep, Yun Cheng."

"Oh, sleep, let's go."

Yun Cheng pushed Luo Jia back to the room again, and threw Luo Jia on the bed. It seemed that he had touched the pillow. The pillow was knocked aside by Luo Jia, revealing the old hairpin that Yun Cheng had worn before.

Luo Jia got up with a confused face, sat on the bed, and pulled Yun Cheng's clothes, as if he didn't know where he was.

Yun Cheng felt that the hairpin looked familiar, so he picked it up and looked at it.

With cold brows and eyes slightly frowned, Yun Cheng threw down the hairpin, climbed onto the bed suddenly, and pinched Luo Jia's neck.

asked ferociously.

"who are you?"

"What conspiracy do you have?"

"What the hell are you trying to plot against me?"

"If you don't make it clear, I'll strangle you to death..."

Yun Cheng pinched Luo Jia's neck and slowly tightened it.

Luo Jia still had a hazy feeling that he didn't know what year it was.

(End of this chapter)