"Young Master Yang, what's wrong with you, you look so ugly." Looking at Yang Hong, who came back, Aunt Fang hurriedly stepped forward and exclaimed worriedly.

In the line of sight, Yang Hong's shirt was wet and wrinkled, his hair was messy, his face was slightly pale, and his whole body exuded a smell of alcohol, which seemed to have received a major blow.

Qi Duxue, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, glanced at the embarrassed and decadent Yang Hong, who was beautiful and slightly wrinkled, and a pair of beautiful eyes surged with anger that hated iron and steel.

"Aunt Fang, I'm fine, I just drank some wine outside." Grudgingly, Yang Hong sat on the sofa in the living room with an ugly face, recalling the scene not long ago, it was still difficult for him to accept, it was like a nightmare.

"Lei Bao'er, you dead girl, if you can't do anything about resuming classes and going to school, I have to circle you first and then fork it." He shouted angrily in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

originally thought that there was going to be a passionate encounter in the restaurant box, but he didn't expect to be greeted by Lei Baoer's vomiting meal.

As a former special forces, he thinks that his receptivity is already very strong, and he has tried any kind of harsh environment, but whenever he thinks of the feeling of spitting on his face with a meal mixed with gastric juice and drink, it makes him tremble a little, and he is almost imprinted with a psychological shadow.

And when he cleaned up the vomit and dirt on his body and was about to settle accounts with Lei Baoer, he found that this chick was lying on the sofa and fell asleep, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger.

In the end, she could only slap her buttocks twice and ordered the waiter to send her upstairs to the restaurant lounge.

"Young Master Yang, drink some sobering soup to relieve the bar, don't drink so much wine in the future, it hurts your body." Aunt Fang took the steaming soup and put it on the table in front of Yang Hong, and persuaded softly.

Yang Honggang was about to open his mouth to thank him, but Qi Duxue on the other side said coldly: "Aunt Fang, don't care about him, people like this spend all day drinking outside, I don't know what unsightly things they have done, maybe they have some diseases, by the way, Aunt Fang, in the future, the dishes and chopsticks we eat will be personal to avoid infection." ”

Yang Hong, who was already in a very unhappy mood, heard that a wave of anger rose in his heart.

"Yes, Lao Tzu just spent a lot of time drinking outside, called more than a dozen wine girls to serve me, and infected with AIDS, so are you happy."

"You, you shameless!" Stunned for a moment, Qi Duxue's face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly and pointed at Yang Hong and shouted angrily.

"Yes, I'm shameless, I'm nasty." Prompted by the strength of the wine, Yang Hong became angry, stood up and sneered: "I know that you have always been dissatisfied with me, thinking that I am just a gangster who has nothing to do, and I am not worthy of you at all, right." ”

Faced with Yang Hong's series of questions, Qi Duxue's face changed slightly, and she opened her mouth to defend herself, but found that there was no way to defend herself.

"Yes, that's what I think, don't I?" Qi Duxue, who was a little annoyed and angry, shouted coldly.

"Huh!" After sneering a few times, Yang Hong pursed his lips: "How great do you think you are, don't you just have a rich father who has a good skin on his side." ”

After a pause, seeing Qi Duxue's puffing appearance, Yang Hong secretly continued in his heart: "With a cold face all day long, dragging it like thirty-five or eighty-thousand, thinking that everyone owes you, let me tell you, if it weren't for the agreement between my fathers, I wouldn't have married a self-righteous woman like you." ”

After venting, he was in a much better mood, took the sobering soup and drank it in one go, not giving Qi Duxue a chance to fight back, and walked quickly to the room on the second floor.

Standing in place, Qi Duxueqi's chest was turbulent, his face was pale, and his eyes were slightly red with crystal tears.

Since she was a child, she has never been scolded like this, she has always been the pride of the sky, superior in all aspects, and never thought that one day she would be said to be worthless.

"Hey!" Aunt Fang next to her opened her mouth, and finally turned away with a sigh, she understood that the more she mixed up with this kind of thing, the worse it would become.

In the empty living room, only Qi Duxue was alone, tears poured out of her eyes, and she flattened her mouth aggrievedly.

"Dead Yang Hong, stinky Yang Hong, it's obviously him who is wrong, why do you say that about me, scoundrel, hooligan." Sitting on the sofa, Qi Duxue cried and complained.

Yang Hong, who returned to his room, didn't know what he said, and cried a cold Qi Duxue.

After taking a bath, he was tired, and soon fell asleep in bed, and did not wake up until eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

I patted my uncomfortable head, went to the bathroom and washed my face, and the groggy feeling was soothed.

Yang Hong, who came to his senses, couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday in his mind, and his face became a little ugly.

"No, I said those things last night, and I'm going to be in trouble." Exclaimed in annoyance, he couldn't help but regret it in his heart, he had known that he would have drunk less wine.

He drank wine last night, and under the impetus of the wine, he would vent his anger unscrupulously and devalue Qi Duxue worthless.

The words he said were like water spilled out, which was already covered with water and could not be recovered, and he could only shake his head helplessly and smile bitterly.

After washing, he came to the hall on the first floor, and Qi Duxue was eating breakfast in his sight, and Aunt Fang was still busy next to him.

"Young Master Yang, you're up, hurry up and come over for dinner." Seeing Yang Hong, Aunt Fang greeted her warmly with a smile.

"Aunt Fang, I drank too much last night, I'm sorry." Walking forward, Yang Hong apologized with some embarrassment.

"It's nothing, Young Master Yang will drink less wine in the future, drinking too much is not good for your health." Aunt Fang smiled indifferently, and as she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Qi Duxue who was sitting there eating

Nodding understandingly, Yang Hong humbly accepted: "Thank you, Aunt Fang, I will pay attention to it in the future." With that, he walked to the dining table and sat down across from Qi Duxue.

He didn't pay attention from a distance just now, but when he looked at it up close, he found that although Qi Duxue's eyes were carefully covered with cosmetics, they still had obvious redness and swelling.

"It can't be that I cried last night." Thinking of this, Yang Hong secretly felt guilty in his heart.

He talked about some wine last night, and although he had some long-standing grievances, he didn't want to hurt Qi Duxue because of it.

"Ahem!" Coughing dryly, Yang Hong smiled embarrassedly, and said with a shy smile: "Duxue, I drank too much last night, that." ”

As soon as he was halfway through his words, Qi Duxue was expressionless, and stood up with a cold face, ignoring his presence on the other side.

"Aunt Fang, I'm full, let's go back to the room first." As she spoke, Qi Duxue turned around and walked upstairs, without even glancing at Yang Hong during the whole process.

Looking at the wonderful buttocks that twisted away in sight, the smile on Yang Hong's face froze on it, and he deeply realized what it means to have a hot face and a cold ass.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com