Chapter 112

After speaking, his sharp eyes glanced at Qing Muye.

The man sitting on the sofa frowned and stared at her with a deep gaze.

3......P？

He didn't understand why this dead woman was talking such nonsense, but he knew that she misunderstood him deeply.

Qing Muye got up and sat in the middle of the sofa, flicked the cigarette ash on the ashtray with the cigarette butt, and didn't bother to stop Meng Jingwei from drinking to drown her sorrows.

So, Meng Jingwei walked to the table with a few bottles of red wine and started drinking alone.

Take the goblet, cup after cup.

While drinking, he scolded Qing Muye, "You big scumbag, if it weren't for you, how could I end up where I am today? ”

After drinking, he poured another glass, pointed at Qing Muye, and burped, "I'm going to finish all your wine for you, and I'll drink you out of business." ”

"You scumbag, you are the same as Li Yun'er, you are despicable and shameless, you are all capitalists who do not compromise to achieve their goals. ”

"Hate, hate you......"

Meng Jingwei drank a lot more, until her little face turned red, and her whole body was full of alcohol, but she still didn't give up.

Qing Muye, who had a gloomy face, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and twisted it, got up and snatched her wine bottle, "I'll take you to rest." ”

Although Meng Jingwei didn't tell him what happened, Qing Muye knew that Meng Jingwei was in a bad mood.

let her vent all kinds of emotions.

It's just that drinking so much wine early in the morning hurts the body.

"I don't ...... Belch...... No. ”

The man took her in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.

Meng Jingwei leaned on but struggled restlessly in his arms, flicking her legs, and her hands kept beating his chest, "You bastard, let me down." Qing Muye, if you touch me again, believe it or not, I will ...... you Castrated you?"

The word 'castration' fell into the man's ears, his eyes sank, and he stared at the woman in his arms, and even the pores were full of thick anger.

But in the end, he walked into the bedroom without a drunken woman.

"Bad guys, you're all bad guys...... You are no different from the Li family, I hate you...... Hate ......"

Qing Muye put her on the bed, Meng Jingwei fell on the bed, raised her hand, and still held the 'cup' gesture, "Come, have another drink." Qing Muye, I ...... I respect you......"

She closed her eyes and said to herself, "I wish you a lifetime of never lifting, and a full house of children and grandchildren." Hehehehe, children and grandchildren...... Full...... ......"

After scolding, her raised hand fell straight down, and then she turned over, hugged the thin quilt, and fell asleep.

The man standing beside the bed was pale, with one hand on his waist, and the other hand irritably tugging at the collar of his neck, glaring at the woman sleeping on the bed.

Damn it!

In the face of a woman scolding her like this, he could bear it.

For a moment, he really wanted to pounce and 'punish and punish' her fiercely!

But then, he heard sobs.

Qing Muye's body stiffened, looking at the trembling figure of the little woman on the bed, and listening carefully, he found that she was crying.

Sobbing quietly.

At that moment, her cry seemed to have magical power, hitting the softest part of his heart, and even made him feel slightly suffocated in his breath and a dull pain in his chest.

It felt terrible.

Qing Muye walked around from the side of the bed to the opposite of her, and when he saw that she was crying with her eyes closed, he took out a few tissues, leaned against her, and helped her wipe her tears.

"What's wrong?"

He asked in a very gentle voice.