Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"Aren't you afraid I'll give you another dose?" Feng Xun asked with a smile.

"You..." Xia Chu Qi looked at him angrily and tried to induce him to vomit: "you calculated me again!"

"This is the real whisky of '82!" Feng Xun smiles a little and says with some regret: "such a good wine is drunk by you at one go, but it's a bit outrageous!"

"I won't compensate you. Who asked you to leave the wine here? I think you did it on purpose!" At the end of the seventh day of the summer, I felt a rush of wine, and my head began to get dizzy.

But in order to avoid her being calculated by the man in front of her again, the seventh day of the summer still stands up and tries to leave here.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night?" Feng Xun saw that she got up and walked unsteadily towards the gate, picking her eyebrows and asking.

"I can't stay with you anyway. Who knows what will happen if I share a room with you?" On the seventh day of the summer, I knocked my dizzy head, trying to make myself sober.

Feng Xun is dumbfounded, and only this funny little woman regards herself as a crazy devil who only uses her lower body to think!

Feng Xun got up and walked to her. Seeing that she seemed to fall, he quickly reached out to help her and said in a deep voice in her ear, "little girl, it wasn't me who drugged you that day, so you don't have to worry. I'll take advantage of others' danger..."

The seventh day of the summer looked at him in surprise: "are you... Telling the truth?"

"You can try to believe it!" Feng Xun's lips are slightly crooked.

Looking at his calm eyes, the seventh day of the summer shook his head. It seemed that he didn't really lie, so it wasn't him who was taking the medicine. Who would it be?

Xu Shi saw the doubts in her eyes, Feng Xun said with a low smile: "maybe you should carefully recall where you went that night and who you met..."

On the seventh day of the summer, because of the continuous upsurge of drinking, his thinking was much slower than usual. But when he heard Feng Xun's reminder, he still remembered something: "I know, it's a damned foreigner, he..."

"What?" Feng Xun approached her curiously.

"..." what else do you want to say on the seventh day of the summer day? As soon as you tilt, you will be drunk.

Looking at the drunk woman in his arms, Feng Xun can't help shaking his head.

One moment before Ming Ming was fierce and arrogant. He even wanted to win over himself. The next moment, he was drunk and fainted in his arms. His face was still red with drunkenness. He couldn't help but want to further explore everything about this little woman!

Feng Xun lowered his head and looked at her thoughtfully for a long time. Then he reached out to lift her messy hair, picked her up and walked towards the big bed, let her lie on her bed and have a good sleep.

Maybe only the interesting woman on the seventh day of the summer can break his usual rules!

He looked at her quietly for a while. Just as he was about to turn back to the living room, he heard her cry. He could not help sitting by the bed, lowering his head to her face, trying to listen more carefully.

At the beginning of the summer, I didn't know what I was muttering. I turned over and put one leg on his body.

Looking at her unruly sleeping face after getting drunk, Feng Xun feels funny. Just as she moves her leg away, her hand comes up again. Her face is flushed and her breath is smooth. She seems to be sleeping very sweetly.

Feng Xun looked at her quiet sleeping face, but he also felt sleepy. He simply lay beside her and closed his eyes slowly.