Matrilocal Dragon Son-in-law

"Don't make noise. Wait for me for a while, and I'll smile for you when I get back, OK?"

When dealing with a drunk, you can't reason with him, just follow her.

Wu Zixia nodded and belched.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into the kitchen next door. He opened the refrigerator, looked at the rich ingredients inside and nodded.

"Not bad. Everything."

Taking out a few of the ingredients, Zhao Feng made a wake-up soup.

Zhao Feng's craftsmanship is good, soon, the kitchen inside the spread of a burst of tempting fragrance.

When Zhao Feng put the rice soup into the bowl and was about to give it to Wu Zixia, a pair of arms suddenly appeared in front of him and hugged him.

"Dad! You don't leave. Zixia doesn't want good-looking clothes or a big house, so you don't want to leave me or your mother, OK

Zhao Feng a Leng, the heart began to plop plop up, needless to say, he knows who is behind.

"Wu Zixia, wake up and let me go first."

"Dad, if you don't promise me, I won't let go."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath. He really didn't want to take advantage, especially for Wu Zixia. He knew the original thing.

It's a very common plot. Wu Zixia's father is a playboy. He fell in love with her mother at first sight and changed her romantic temperament. It was a good thing, but he was helpless.

The marriage between big families is often not by themselves. Under various means of the family, Wu Zixia's father married another woman.

There were a series of unpleasant things happened in the process. Wu Zixia was a poor man, even though she was not so beautiful in the province.

"You drink this bowl of soup first. We're talking about the others."

Zhao Feng pointed to the side of the hangover soup, said to Wu Zixia.

Wu Zixia released Zhao Feng, picked up the sobering soup on the chopping board, and poured it into her mouth, quite like pouring wine.

But the soup just came out of the pot. How could Wu Zixia drink it? As soon as her mouth got stuck to the soup, she let out a cry of pain. Her little hand kept fanning into her mouth.

The hangover soup snapped and fell to the ground.

Wu Zixia kept spitting out her little tongue and fanning the cool wind with her hand: "Dad! It's hot. "

When Zhao Feng saw this scene, he felt that his heart was about to be sprouted. On weekdays, an intellectual beauty made such a little girl's action.

That contrast cute, absolutely not the general lovely can describe.

"Well, you want to go back! Watch your step. Don't get stuck

Wu Zixia was drunk, and she looked wobbly. On the ground, there were pieces of porcelain bowl that she had knocked over. If she was not careful, she would stab her feet.

Wu Zixia squatted on the ground, pursed her lips, just like a little girl: "Dad hug."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath. He felt some warm liquid flowing down his nose. Shaking, he held up Wu Zixia on the ground.

He swore that he really didn't think that he would take advantage of Wu Zixia, but when things got to this point, he couldn't help but refuse.

In summer, no matter who is wearing a few clothes, holding a great beauty like Wu Zixia in his arms, anyone will have some ideas. What's more, now Wu Zixia is drunk and his mind is not clear.

As long as Zhao Feng wants to, he can enjoy Wu Zixia's tenderness tonight.

When Zhao Feng put Wu Zixia on the bed, the bed was covered with rose petals, surrounded by dim lights, in front of a beauty breathed out like orchids, eyes blinking at you.

Suddenly, there was a very bad thing that destroyed the atmosphere. The power was cut off, and all the lights around were out. It was dark. Outside, only the street lights were still on.

Zhao Feng can only feel the breath of the beauty in his arms: "it's late, you have a rest. I'll go first and see you tomorrow."

One hand in the dark grabbed Zhao Feng's collar: "Dad! Don't go. Zixia is afraid of the dark. "

Don't think that Wu Zixia would never be afraid of drinking before.

He can only follow: "good good good, I don't go, you sleep first, I sit on the side, that also don't go."

Wu Zixia is too attractive. He's really afraid that he can't control himself.

Zhao Feng, who knew the beauty in his arms, grabbed him to death. He was afraid that he would leave. Zhao Feng could only sit by the bed and watch Wu Zixia fall asleep.

Zhuang Hongcai and Wu Zixia both offered him wine. They were both drunk, and Zhao Fenggang drank a lot. Soon, he felt sleepy,

Zhao Feng closed his eyes. With the deepening of the night, he continued to slide down and finally lay down on the bed.

The next morning, Wu Zixia woke up from her sleep, looked at the strange environment in front of her and took a deep breath. I don't know why, today she feels very energetic.

Since that happened, she hasn't slept so well for nearly ten years. She didn't wake up from her sleep. Suddenly, she found something wrong.At her side, there was even a sound of breathing. Looking at the neatly dressed clothes, she was relieved.

Head slowly twisted to the other side, Zhao Feng is sleeping, facing her, a hand is on her waist.

"Zhao Feng, what happened last night? How could I sleep with him?"

Her head was heavy, and it was obvious that she had lost the memory of being drunk, which is commonly known as "drinking broken pieces".

If an ordinary woman saw this scene, she would yell and lose her mind for a moment, but she was different, although it was the first time that she was so close to a man.

But she can rationally analyze the problem, wearing neat clothes that they did not do anything beyond last night, moreover, Zhao Feng's identity, if really want her.

She is how also can't run, before losing a condition, Zhao Feng has already put forward unreasonable request.

Gently picked up Zhao Feng's hand, want to get out of bed, but this move, is Zhao Feng wake up.

"Wife, how did you wake up..."

Zhao Feng's words stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech. Then he remembered that this was not Donghai city. Looking at Wu Zixia in front of him, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning."

Looking at Wu Zixia with a calm face in front of him, Zhao Feng felt that he should be able to explain.

"Well, you were drunk last night, I sent you back to my room, and then you stopped me. Don't worry, I didn't do anything last night, I just slept here."

Looking at the flustered Zhao Feng, Wu Zixia nodded: "I know, Zhao Shao, can you let me go now?"

Zhao Feng quickly picked up his hand from Wu Zixia's waist. He really didn't expect that he would sleep in the past. Otherwise, he would not stay here.

Wu Zixia looks at Zhao Feng's actions and laughs. She thought that people with Zhao Feng's identity would be old hands reading flowers. She didn't expect to be so formal.

"Zhao Shao, can you tell me what happened last night?"