Jingle Knock, Jingle Knock Boom

Early in the morning, Ling Xing was woken up by a noisy doorbell that he didn't know who was ringing indiscriminately. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Which soul disturbs people's dreams, see if I don't ......"

"It should be that Dad is back, right?" said Ling Xuanxuan, who also woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her little hand.

"Am I not right here...... Wait, ah, it's the dad of this world. At first, Ling Xing thought that her daughter was talking about herself, but she had been next to Ling Xuanxuan all night, and she couldn't complete the action of coming back. Later, she reacted, the father Ling Xuanxuan said should be the future male version of herself, if he didn't go out, how did he come to Yuan Zhiru's house openly?

Now that the Lord has returned, then he can meet with his future self for a friendly exchange, right? Ling Xing was eager to try, got up and began to change clothes quickly.

"Dad, don't be impulsive, let Mom do a foreshadowing first, otherwise if there is suddenly an extra "stranger" in the house, it is estimated that Dad will not listen to anything. There are two fathers in Ling Xuanxuan's sentence, but of course this father and his father are not the same father, it seems to be a little different, but the core idea is to prevent Ling Xing from rushing out of the room like this.

"Okay, I'm waiting, I'm going to see you. Ling Xing gave up continuing to open the door, but she leaned her whole body against the door frame.

"What is Daddy doing?"

"You know what, it's called being kept abreast of the situation!"

Let's leave Ling Xuanxuan's room and move to the door where the doorbell rings.

But Yuan Zhiru also heard this extremely impatient voice, and in her pajamas, she walked quickly to the hall and opened the outermost security door.

"Wife, why are you so slow?"

The door is open.

Coming in from the outside was a man with unkempt hair and a slight beer belly. The pupils of his eyes were a little scattered, and Yuan Zhiru could smell the sky-high smell of wine on his body from a distance of a few meters, and his steps were already vague and swaying, as if he might fall down at any time.

If Ling Xing was on the side, she might not be able to recognize who the man in front of her was, and she might ask who are you looking for? She didn't believe that her future self would be able to degenerate into such a state!

"Husband, how much wine have you drunk?" Yuan Zhiru stepped forward and temporarily stabilized Ling Xing's balance to prevent him from accidentally bumping into something when he really went anywhere. Then, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and helped him step by step to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Not much, so my mother let me drink with her until the early hours of the morning, and then I was sent back by myself. When the male version of Ling Xing spoke, a smoky breath permeated from his mouth, Yuan Zhiru frowned slightly, and had to hold his breath for a while, and find an excuse to leave first, such as finding a bowl of sobering soup for her husband or something, Yuan Zhiru thought to himself.

But before she could take action, Ling Xing put a big hand around Yuan Zhiru's fragrant shoulder, firmly imprisoned her on the sofa, and then he came to her ear, "What, wife, do you even want to dislike me?" A hot breath blew the hair around Yuan Zhiru's ears, if there was no strange smell, it is estimated that Yuan Zhiru's body would have begun to become a little soft, but now there is only a faint disgust.

This is the first time that his husband has been drunk like this, right? Although Ling Xing was a little useless after getting married before, it was really the first time that he was so drunk like now, could it be that he was stimulated by his mother's side?

I have to admit that Yuan Zhiru is really a model wife. Not to mention anything else, even now, she is putting herself in Ling Xing's shoes, don't criticize her previous gender, just now she has really achieved to be a good wife and a good mother...... It's just that it's so gentle that I'm always pressed ...... This kind of character comes with her, and no one else can help her.

"Husband, you're drunk. ”

"No, how can I be drunk, I only drank two catties of white, six bottles of yellow, and one bottle of red, you see that the sum is less than double digits, this level, how can I be drunk?

"What!" Yuan Zhiru was shocked, Ling Xing actually drank so much? This is said without any logic, okay? What did he experience that night? Yuan Zhiru couldn't help but be deeply worried about Ling Xing, not only this Ling Xing, but also the Ling Xing who should be in Ling Xuanxuan's house from the past, it was impossible for anyone to explain the reason to the drunk.

And now the situation is that a sixteen-year-old girl is going to reason with an adult drunk...... It's good enough not to be thrown out of the window, and can you expect any peaceful action from an unreasonable man who discovers that there is an inexplicable stranger in his home?

"Don't change the subject, so my wife doesn't even look down on me?"

"How is it possible, husband......"

"Come on, don't say those high-sounding words. Ling Xing waved his hand to stop Yuan Zhiru from continuing.

"......"

"Do you really think I can't feel it?" Ling Xing pinched Yuan Zhiru's jaw and violently broke her head, his gaze looked directly into Yuan Zhiru's eyes, and suddenly, he grinned.

"Hey, hey, hey, what can you do even if you look down on me, don't you still want to marry me, you still haven't dodged the knife that should be moved, fate, everything has been planned and decided. ”

"Husband......

"Just like now, I know that you don't like my current state, and I know that this is not the right time, but you can't refuse, and you can't stop it, and you can't stop the uninhibited way of being happy under my [beep-]. As he spoke, the strength of Ling Xing's palm became stronger and stronger, and the other hand began to attack Yuan Zhiru's mystery unsettled.

"No, my daughter is still at home. Husband, you are too tired, go back to the room and sleep well, and wait for your daughter to go to kindergarten tomorrow...... It's up to you. Yuan Zhiru's voice trembled, and he pleaded bitterly.

But with her current physique, where could she stop Ling Xing's big hand? No matter how much she struggled, she was still pressed against the soft sofa, feeling that her defense line was missing layer after layer.

"Enough!"

A crisp slap filled the room.