I really don't want a second marriage

After receiving his eyes, Xiaoyan probably knew that Han Qing understood what she meant, and at this time, Zhou's father also came back, "what whispers did Xiaoya film tell you Xiaoqing? Come on, Xiaoqing, let's continue drinking."

"Good uncle."

Han Qing raised his glass and touched Zhou Fu's glass again.

One, two, three

Xiaoyan looked a little worried, because the time passed by, but neither of them had the intention to stop.

She had clearly mentioned it to Han Qing just now. Did he not understand what he meant? It's impossible. According to his IQ, he can guess even without her saying.

So what is his reason for doing so?

Just when Xiaoyan was ready to say something, Han Qing showed drunkenness, but his hand still firmly held the cup and put it on the table, and then showed a little apologetic smile to Zhou's father.

"I'm sorry, aunt. I'm a little too drunk."

Hearing this, Zhou's father was overjoyed, patted his thigh and said, "Xiao Qing, you're drunk so soon? You're not good at drinking? How much did you drink!"

Luo Huimei listened and pinched Zhou's father. Zhou's father knew what she meant, but she was still very happy at the moment.

"Really can't drink any more? I'm just warming up and haven't had a good drink!"

In fact, Zhou's father drank almost. He knew he couldn't drink too much, but once some things started, as long as the other party didn't lose, he was embarrassed to stop, so he had to hold on all the time.

If Han Qing falls, he won't have to drink again. It's the best of both worlds.

So on the surface, Zhou Fu seems to be shouting Han Qing to continue drinking with him, but what he thinks is to fall down quickly. If you fall down, I don't have to drink.

Han Qing didn't live up to his expectations. He held his forehead with one hand. "Sorry, uncle, it's really hard to drink."

Father Zhou: "how can I do this? How long have I been drinking? Xiaoqing, you..."

"All right, you?" Luo Huimei pinched Zhou's father again. This time, her strength was a little heavy. She also glared at Zhou's father fiercely and complained, "can you have the dignity of an elder? Others Xiaoqing said that she can't afford to drink. You still want him to drink?"

"Cough..." Zhou's father coughed gently and waved his hand: "OK, since Xiaoqing can't drink, don't drink it. Girl Yan, give your boyfriend some sober soup, and then help him to rest."

Smelling the speech, Xiaoyan was greatly relieved and hurriedly brought the sobering soup next to Han Qing, "drink some first, and then I'll help you to have a rest."

Han Qing took a few drinks, and then Xiaoyan helped him to rest.

As soon as they left, Zhou's father, who had been stiff, finally loosened the cup in his hand at this time, and then lay powerlessly on the table, sighing: "Xiaoyan's boyfriend... Has a lot of wine."

After listening, Luo Huimei couldn't help turning her eyes all the time and disliked the tunnel: "that's not true, and he's young. What's good for you to drink him? If possible, he's still our future son-in-law!"

Zhou's father lay on the table and didn't move. He just said, "you don't understand. I'm trying him."

"Try? Try what?"

"Try his sincerity to our Yan."

Luo Huimei was even more speechless when she heard this: "try your sincerity? You're really powerful. You try your sincerity with your drinking capacity."

"Hum, you don't understand, I don't want to explain to you!" Zhou's father, who is a little drunk, began to play a child's temper. Luo Huimei had no choice but to coax him to drink sober soup. Who knows that Zhou's father actually said: "who wants to drink that kind of thing? I have such a good amount of wine, I don't need it at all. Take it away, I don't drink it."

"No? This is the sobering soup I worked hard to make. Do you dare to drink it? Do you believe I split you?"

Zhou Fu: "

Another Xiaoyan held Han Qingchao to his room. When he walked into the room and saw his bed full of girlish heart, Xiaoyan reacted with a click in his mind.

How did she bring someone to her room? In fact, they have a guest room. She can take him to the guest room.

When Xiaoyan hesitated to change his way, Han Qing had already laid down in bed with her help.

Xiao Yan: "

All right, now it's impossible to change lanes.

After Han Qing lay down, she closed her eyes and raised her hand to pinch her temples. Her eyebrows frowned slightly and looked very painful.

"Are you all right?" Xiao Yan was still embarrassed, but after seeing him like this, all those embarrassments disappeared. He quickly sat down by the bed and looked at Han Qing nervously.

She suddenly thought of something, got up and said, "wait a minute."

Then he ran into the bathroom, took a towel, washed it, wrung it dry, and ran back to wipe Han Qing's sweat.

Han Qing drank a lot of wine. In fact, his drinking capacity was OK. However, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable after drinking too much. He felt something cold wiping on his forehead. Han Qing opened his eyes and saw his little girl's face nervously and seriously wiping his forehead and cheeks for him.

Seeing that he opened his eyes, Xiao Yan couldn't help saying, "why don't you listen to me? If you admit defeat earlier, wouldn't it be good? It's hard to drink like this? Why don't I cook some more to sober up?"

As soon as she finished her words, Han Qing held her hand.

"Don't bother, I'm fine." Han Qing's thin lips pursed and said faintly. In fact, there is a reason why he didn't admit defeat so early. As a man, he can't see the temptation in Zhou Fu's eyes. He can admit defeat, but he won't lose too early or too late. Therefore, Han Qing can only control his time and drink, and accept it when he's almost done.

So from the eyes behind Zhou's father, he should be successful.

Just don't tell the little girl about these things.

Han Qing took the towel out of her hand, and then made a force on her hand. Xiao Yan's body leaned forward, followed by a hand wrapped around her and hugged her tightly.

Xiao Yan lies directly on Han Qing's body.

"Er..."

What is he doing? Xiaoyan subconsciously wants to struggle. After all, this is in her own home, and her parents are there. She didn't close the door when she helped him in just now. What if Luo Huimei ran in later because of worry and saw this scene?

That's embarrassing.

While Xiaoyan was pushing and struggling, Han Qing tightened his strength in his hands, gently leaned his chin against Xiaoyan's head, and the sweet and greasy smell of a girl lingered in his nose.

"Don't move. Let me hold it for a while."

His voice was hoarse, but it was deeply printed on Xiaoyan's heart.