Although Qi Baobao was drunk, she didn't fall asleep, she was still conscious, and her consciousness was very clear. She could feel Weekend on her shoulders, she could feel Weekend's hands on her waist and hips, she could feel the fullness of her chest pressing on Weekend's shoulders, and even her eyes suddenly opened when Weekend threw her on the bed when Weekend was not gentle.

"Stinky boy, Lao Tzu's fart drum has been smashed by you, ah yo ......" Qi Baobao, who was lying on the bed on his side, covered his fart, his movements were not charming, but they were definitely seductive.

She had her phone in the purse of her pants, and when she was smashed on the bed on the weekend, the phone collided with the charger on the bed, and the butt was naturally injured.

It's not that he deliberately threw Qi Baobao on the bed on the weekend, but he was drunk himself, and he couldn't use his strength up and down, especially when he climbed up to the third floor with Qi Baobao in one go, his legs trembled, if he hadn't thrown Qi Baobao on the bed, he was worried that the two of them would lie on the ground together.

Wine is a medium of color.

On the weekend when he usually only dared to hide in the bed in the basement and do that with Qi Baobao, at this time, because of drinking, especially when Qi Baobao was lying on his side on the bed and rubbing his fart, he suddenly threw himself on the bed.

The reason why he pounced was that he was propping up the bed with one hand, and the whole person was almost pressed on Qi Baobao's body, and his whole face was almost attached to Qi Baobao's fart.

"I'll help you get your phone out." While saying this on the weekend, his hand was already stretched out to Qi Baobao's fart.

The jeans wrapped Qi Baobao's legs, the plump buttocks looked particularly straight, and although the mobile phone was placed in the fart pocket, the outline was clear.

The weekend's hand quickly pressed on Qi Baobao's hand that was rubbing his ass, because of the wine, the white little hand was hot.

For a moment, Qi Baobao was stunned, as if he had been shocked.

I don't know if it was the thunder that hooked the fire on the ground or the dry wood that caught the fire, and in the next second, the hand that was originally pressed by the weekend suddenly grabbed the weekend's hand in turn.

Being pressed by Qi Baobao's hand, Zhou Zhou felt that his heart had jumped to his throat, his throat moved, and the hand that had been placed on Qi Baobao's plump buttocks was ready to rub it.

However, the weekend failed to succeed, because the mobile phone in Qi Baobao's fart pocket suddenly rang, although it was in vibration mode, but the sound of the beep still scared the weekend.

The hand that was pressed by Qi Baobao retracted suddenly, and the strength of his whole body was drained over the weekend, and he lay on his back on the bed.

Qi Baobao was even more desperate, and at the moment when her hand was retracted on the weekend, her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

Qi Baobao's sleeping posture is very well-behaved, his body is very exaggeratedly arched, his hands are protected in front of his chest, and his buttocks are raised high, which is a bit like a kitten.

I almost lay on my back on the bed on that pair of tall and round weekends, and I felt a little unfinished. Qi Baobao was facing away from him, and he could smell the faint body fragrance emanating from Qi Baobao's body on the weekend.

The vibrating phone lasted for a long time before it stopped, but just as I was about to go to sleep with my eyes closed on the weekend, the phone started to vibrate again.

People who have drunk alcohol have a very hot temperament, and they feel that the vibration of the mobile phone is noisy to themselves, so they take the mobile phone over on the weekend and press the answer button.

Originally, the weekend meant to use the strength of alcohol to scold the caller fiercely.

However, the caller was hotter than him, and almost at the same time as he pressed the answer button on the weekend, the overwhelming scolding sound reached the weekend's ears through the mobile phone, which made his eardrums drum.

"Okay, I don't even dare to answer Lao Tzu's call, your surname is Qi No, you are still Lao Tzu's daughter, you rebel ......"

Hearing the person on the phone, I almost bounced out of bed on the weekend, and my mind cleared up a lot.

"Uncle ......" blurted out over the weekend without thinking about it or thinking about the consequences.

Father Qi on the other end of the phone heard the sound of the weekend, and subconsciously looked at the time, half past eight in the evening!

"You...... You ......" Father Qi was anxious, and he couldn't say anything, "What...... How are you ......?"

"Lao ......" originally wanted to say "boss" over the weekend, but when he thought that he was now Qi Baobao's fake boyfriend, he was busy changing his words, "Me and ......"

I'm in bed with your daughter!

Can you say that? I couldn't find the north for a while on the weekend.

How can you say that Qi's father is also from here, how can he not hear what he wants to say on the weekend?

"I'm downstairs with your aunt, hurry up and get down and open the door!"

What is the saying? What is done cannot be undone? What's done is done?

Although Father Qi was angry, he still suppressed it. Moreover, he is usually vigorous and resolute, and when he says this, he even gives people a feeling of depression.

In the final analysis, Father Qi, who stepped on his dignity, was the father of Baby Qi after all, and he was very respectful on the weekend, so after Father Qi said that, he quickly rushed downstairs to open the door.

Although the wine was scared by Qi's father, it was certain that his body was uncontrollable, so when he went downstairs on the weekend, his feet slipped and he fell.

The glass door on the first floor was opened, and the ugly Qi's father and the worried Qi's mother entered the door.

Come to think of it, Qi's father and Qi's mother also came to the baby travel agency for the first time, so after they entered the door, they didn't know where their daughter was.

"Where's the baby?" Glancing at the messy dinner table, Father Qi didn't look at the weekend, and asked coldly.

"Bed...... ...... in bed," Weekend pointed, weakly, to the third floor.

Mother Qi listened to the words of the weekend, raised her feet and hurried upstairs. On the weekend, she wanted to keep up, because she was worried that Qi's mother would not be able to find Qi's baby's room.

"Stop!" Father Qi's exit with his hands behind his back stopped the weekend.

Weekend shrugged, sat on a chair by himself and rubbed the forehead that was dropped when he went downstairs, and did not beckon Father Qi to sit on the sofa or pour a glass of water, as if Father Qi did not exist.

Qi Baobao is a female bandit who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and she must have inherited it from Qi's father.

To a certain extent, Qi's father's personality is very similar to that of the weekend, they both belong to the kind of master who catches and bites whom, and he is very domineering.

"You get up." Seeing that the weekend was sitting on the stool in front of him with such a big grin, Father Qi said with a gloomy face.

"What for?" I didn't raise my eyes on the weekend, and asked in a sullen voice.

"Lao Tzu wants to sit here!" Father Qi didn't hesitate, and said with a choked neck.

Weekend pointed to another stool and said, "Sit there!" ”

"......" Father Qi really didn't expect to say this on the weekend, and for a while, he was a little dumbfounded.

Although the two have just come into contact, when they were at the train station, they nodded their heads on the weekend to help Qi's father carry his suitcase. Besides, how can it be said that Father Qi is also an elder at the level of "father-in-law" on weekends, and there is such a "son-in-law"?

"You had dinner with your aunt, right?" Without glancing at Qi's father, who was about to get angry, he paused on the weekend and said, "Me and Bao...... cough ...... "Qi Baobao's name is too much, and he obviously hasn't gotten used to it on the weekend, "She and I just ate, I'll serve you a bowl of rice?" ”

Father Qi pretended not to hear the weekend's words, so he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one himself, and handed one to the weekend.

To the surprise of the weekend, Qi's father also drew a pack of three yuan, which was exactly the same as the brand drawn on the weekend, and it was estimated that Qi's father bought it at which commissary.

According to the temperament of the weekend, he couldn't smoke the cigarettes handed by Qi's father, and he was too lazy to give face to the old man, but the other party handed him a pack of three yuan, which made him unable to refuse on the weekend.

It's not that he is used to being poor on weekends, and he has a sense of superiority, thinking that a pack of cigarettes for three yuan is better than a pack for dozens of yuan, but that he has found a familiar feeling - father's love!

At the same age as Qi's father, Zhou's father, who is used to lying around, has lived for most of his life, and he smokes this kind of cigarette.

When I was a child, I saw that other people's fathers smoked cigarettes for five or six yuan, and I made up my mind on the weekend that I must study hard and let Zhou's father smoke more than ten yuan of cigarettes in the future.

Sadly, this dream was aborted.

After he dragged his worn-out schoolbag out of the high school gate, he didn't go home for three days and three nights, and ran to his grandfather's grave bag in the countryside, kneeling for three days and three nights, and crying for three days and three nights.

In the end, the weekend was starving, and when I woke up, I was lying in the hospital.

At that time, Zhou's father was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking this three-yuan pack of cigarettes, his face was white and bloodless, and his eyes were bloody.

Seeing that he had opened his eyes on the weekend, Zhou's father took off the slippers on his feet, flew to the hospital bed like a beast and beat him violently, scolding while beating, and he was very ruthless. However, he didn't last long, he couldn't exert his strength, looking at the weekend of covering his head and crying, Zhou's father squatted in the corner of the wall dejectedly, and said to himself like smoking a cigarette:

"Son, you still followed the path of Lao Tzu after all. Since your grandfather's grandfather's generation, our Zhou family has been poor, and the life of life is just one word, suffocation! When I was a child, your grandfather also hoped that I could study and become a talent and get ahead. However, I disappointed the old man.

He thinks that you are smart when you are young, and you don't know how much hope you have, especially when you took the first place in the city in the high school entrance examination, and the old man was so happy that he didn't sleep all night.

When you were in your first year of high school, his old man left, and when you were in class, he didn't let me tell you, he walked with a smile, saying that he was happy, and he could finally go underground to give an explanation to the ancestors of the Zhou family, and he said that he wanted to tell the ancestors that our Zhou family had finally become a scholar through the efforts of countless generations.

Pity! Ay! ”

Hearing Zhou's father's deep sigh of regret and unwillingness, Zhou Zhou, who had been lying on the bed crying to death, suddenly stopped crying, he clenched his fists tightly, and let the tears run down the corners of his eyes and hit the pillow.

I don't know where on the weekend, Zhou's father sold all the family's fields in order to provide him with school, and on the weekend, Zhou's father was blinded by the factory director in the factory during the day, and stayed up late at night to dig coal mines, and on the weekend, Zhou's father knelt down to borrow money from relatives and friends in order to provide him with school.

Grandpa's kindness is heavy, but father's affection is one point less?

Father's love is like a mountain, and it is overwhelming for the weekend.

……

The cigarette handed over by Qi's father reminded him of his father, the old man who was used to squatting on the ground to smoke without sitting on a stool.

"Xie ......" took the cigarette handed by Qi's father on the weekend, and his throat squirmed, "Xie ...... Thank you......" As he spoke, Zhou Zhou got up from the stool, and he tried to reach out to help Qi's father sit on the stool, "Uncle, you sit!" ”

Father Qi shook his head, pointed to the foot of the wall, and paced over step by step.

When he was at the train station, Father Qi gave him the feeling on the weekend that this old guy was really tough, walking with a dragon and a tiger, and bringing the wind.

However, at this time, when I looked carefully, I found out that although Qi's father deliberately straightened his waist, his back was not so straight, and his strong pace was also deliberately pretended.

It's like when you face the enemy on the weekend, you are used to pretending to have a calm expression.

"Boy, I'm not uncommon to have a stool you've sat on, it's better to squat comfortably!" While Father Qi spoke, he squatted at the foot of the wall.