Today's wine was full of fun, and she was depressed enough to learn the piano, so she had a good catharsis.

The two compartments are happy, but they are happy to drink.

Being carried to the bed, she was vaguely dazed, still shouting and drinking, drinking.

When Yin Meng returned home, he saw a drunken man lying on his back on the bed, full of alcohol, with the collar pulled to his chest, and the neck was deep and shallow, with a few scratches.

I thought it was hot, and I couldn't tear off my clothes, so I scratched myself.

Yin Meng frowned, turned around and went out: "Why is there no one to support in the house." ”

A reprimand, the tone is not heavy, cold as frost.

Steward Liu's legs trembled, trembling: "If you go back to Yinmeng, I sent someone here, but they were all sent away by Fuxue." ”

"She's drunk, you're drunk too?"

Steward Liu's expression was even more pale and trembling: "Slave, the slave is wrong, and the slave will send someone to support Fuxue." ”

Yin Meng looked at the top of his head coldly: "Whoever brought Fuxue out, who sent Fuxue back." ”

"It's the third prince of Murong, when he returned, he sent the little guy in the restaurant to come, and the servants ordered two or a few people, and the sedan chair carried Fuxue back."

"Where's Murong Xi?"

"He also drank too much, and the minions sent someone to send him back to the Proton Mansion."

Yin Meng frowned slightly, turned around and entered the room, swept his sleeves, March spring was warm, and he was asked to sweep out the cool air of the poor winter month.

Yin Meng is angry?

Go without saying.

Yin Meng, when he meets Fuxue, he is no longer a moody Yin Meng.

Steward Liu waited for Yin Meng to go in, and didn't dare to stay here for half a minute, so he hurriedly ran away to arrange the maidservant.

Yin Xi stood guard at the door.

Yin Meng frowned and looked at Luo Fuxue on the bed, when she tried to tear off her clothes for the fourth time and caught herself, he might have relented.

Go up and untie her clothes.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him with a smirk: "Murong Xi, you are actually really pleasing to the eye, I thought about you at that time." ”

Yin Meng's hand froze there.

His expression was black.

Luo Fuxue didn't realize it, and reached out to hook his chin playfully: "Look, these eyes, this nose, this mouth, if you put it in the contemporary era and become a TV star, I don't know how many girls want to hold their mobile phones and computers and lick the screen." ”

Luo Fuxue said, and also made a licking action, the tip of the tongue, over the ruddy lips, sultry, but even more annoying.

"Luo Fuxue, see who Ben Taizu is."

He grabbed her arm with a dark face, Luo Fuxue opened her eyes in a daze, and after a while, she laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, hahahaha, Murong Xi, look carefully, you and Yin Mengchang are a little similar, come, I will touch it, it doesn't feel like it." ”

When the pig's paw touched Yin Meng's chest, she didn't know what it meant to be dead.

Yin Meng looked at her coldly: "Luo Fuxue, don't mess with Ben Taizu again." ”

She didn't seem to hear it, pinched Yin Meng's chest muscles, and looked like a nymphomaniac: "Murong Xi, I didn't expect you, you are still very material, this feel, help." ”

The skill was suddenly dragged away, and the whole person was pushed into the bed heavily, and with a bang, it hit the inner bed board, and Luo Fuxue, who was in pain, gasped.

"Murong Xi, why are you beating me, it's inconvenient for me to touch you, what's so strange, it's not like I haven't touched a man's chest, let me tell you, I've touched thousands of men, what are you shy, come, I'll touch it again."

"Boil." Yin Meng's face was completely blackened into ink.

Yin Xi waited at the door: "Yin Meng." ”

"Go and make sobering tea, the more bitter the better."

"Yes, Yin Meng."

*

A bitter bile-like liquid is forcibly poured into the mouth.

The whole mouth was astringent and bitter, but it really made Luo Fuxue's wine wake up by three points.

Spreading her eyes, she looked at the man in front of her blankly, she wanted to speak, but she almost didn't roll her eyes when she choked first.

The person in front of her didn't come to comfort her, but just looked at her coldly, with a dark and gloomy face.

Luo Fu Xuehu asked: "Xiaobei? ”

He was silent.

"Dreaming?"

I pinched my face, it hurt.

"Yin Meng?"

"What have you and Murong Xi done?"

He rebuked, extremely cold.

Luo Fuxue crooked her head, remembering vigorously, the wine had not yet dissipated, and her brain was a little ignorant, she thought about it carefully, and opened her mouth: "He hugged me, and I invited him to drink." ”

The fist on Yin Meng's side clicked.

"You porridge him?"

His voice was as cold as it was almost coming out of hell.

Luo Fuxue, who was drunk and ignorant, was stunned and ignorant, and even nodded.

Yin Meng stood up, and the room looked dull and depressed.

What is the environment around Luo Fuxue, spread out her hands, fell on the bed, and fell asleep with a snort.

*

Luo Fuxue woke up, anticlimactic, dark in front of her, a strong burning sensation and vomiting in her stomach, a little pain in her temples, and hangover sequelae.

It's night?

She moved, and it was obvious that she couldn't turn.

I couldn't help but feel nervous.

The actions were all restrained, and the darkness in front of him was not because of the sky, but because of a thick layer of black cloth in front of him.

What's going on?

She wanted to speak loudly, but damn it, she had a cloth ball in her mouth.

What kind of environment is she, is she dreaming?

Or, kidnapped?

Her current posture is lying down, but her movements are restrained, and she is blindfolded and mouthed.

Other than that, there was a faint smell of dust in the air, and she seemed to be in a dusty old house.

After the seal was very late, she and Murong Xi got drunk, and Steward Liu sent someone to pick her up.

Later, complete fragmentation.

Could it be that Steward Liu, who continued to hold a grudge against her, took this opportunity to take revenge, and kidnapped her?

Don't panic, that's fake.

She hadn't seen life and death so detached.

To say that I am afraid, it is not necessarily.

It's not that nervous to be at the mercy of life and death.

The current terrible environment is that she can't move, and then she has an urgent need to urinate.

What should I do if I drink so much wine, fall asleep, and overload my whole bladder?

Endure?

Fucking gnashing of teeth.

Convenient processing?

The concubine can't do it.

She could only figure out a way to see if she could break the ropes on her body.

The struggle was obviously in vain, she tried her best to push the cloth ball in her mouth with her tongue, but she couldn't push the cloth ball out for half a minute, and the more anxious she was, the more she struggled, the more urgent the urine and stool.

She is not a virtuous person, but she also wants to save face, and she will not die on a bubble of urine in the end.

Luo Fuxue has never been so hopeless at this moment.

I was hopeless to be suffocated by a soak of urine.

She blushed, took a deep breath continuously, and the rise and fall of her abdomen pressed her bladder repeatedly, and her whole body became more and more uncomfortable, and she thought in pain.

"Woohoo."

The only syllables that come out of the throat are such unhelpful syllables.

There was no response.

Because of this soaking in urine, her forehead was oozing with sweat, her expression was white and red, and the black cloth covering her eyes was also wet with a circle of water stains.

It's so painful, it's not so painful to break a hand or a foot.

The door was pushed open.

The dust kicked up choked on the wings of her nose and caused her a lot of discomfort.

Compared to this soaked urine, this discomfort is nothing.

Who is it, very light-footed, a person who practices martial arts?

She distracted herself and tried to discern the footsteps.

The footsteps did not come close to her, nor did they go out, as if they heard the dull sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and then squeaked, and the door slammed.

Luo Fuxue's eyebrows tightened slightly, and she keenly felt that there was a pair of eyes in the darkness looking at herself.

Approximately, he is browsing the ugliness of being held in the palm of his hand now.

Who is it?

Steward Liu?

No, if it was Steward Liu who kidnapped her for revenge, he would have come up and slapped her twice.

The truth Luo Fuxue and his Liang Zi started with a slap.

So, who else could it be?

King Xuan?

The one who has a deep enmity with her is King Xuan.

King Xuan is a very cheap product, and he will not have the courage to kidnap her.

was kidnapped, King Xuan was headless and brainless, he was a fiery nature, he had to be sarcastic and sarcastic about her, even if he didn't dare to make a sound to be recognized by her, and a violent beating was indispensable, and he wouldn't be so quietly watching her there.

Murong Xi.

Not to mention, Luo Fuxue will not question him if anyone doubts it.

Who else could there be?

Xu Moting's joke?

Although Xu Moting is childish, he will not make such jokes with her.

This person didn't seem to sinister her, just to punish her.

She really couldn't imagine who she was to blame and would punish her in this way.

Not to mention Luo Fuxue's identity, it is the identity of the eldest lady of the Yan family, and there are a few people in this capital who dare to treat her like this.

It's not, Yin Meng has some kind of love with her.

Song, Yin Meng!!

Will it, will it be him?

Occasionally, he does have some abnormalities, especially in the matter of his brother, and he is never satisfied.

If it's him, then fuck, Luo Fuxue will definitely kill him.

It's easy to verify whether it's a straight song.

Luo Fuxue suddenly lifted the only movable braincase and slammed it into the wooden board behind his head.

"Bang", the sound is not soft, in fact, it is not painful, the door panel is thin, and the bottom is obviously empty.

She hit it three times in a row, and on the fourth time, a pillow was stuffed under her skull.

Yin Meng, you kill a thousand knives.

"Woo woo, woo woo." She struggled and resisted fiercely.

A tall figure slumped up, crushing her firmly, controlling her struggles and preventing her from injuring herself.

Luo Fuxue is really grassy, and the song will not be wrong.

This one who kills a thousand knives, he has this mouthful.

Tie up, okay, tie up the old lady to play with you, you let the old lady pee.

As soon as he pressed it like this, Luo Fuxue's whole face was distorted.

You're fucking pressing my mother's bladder, and my mother is going to pee.

She didn't dare to move, thinking that if she didn't covet "self-harm", he would get out of her, this guy seemed to enjoy it, and her distorted demeanor now.

Luo Fuxue is so miserable, she can't turn, her mouth can't speak, it's very painful, her bladder.

She didn't move, but he didn't move, just pressed him.

Bad taste, bad taste.

This time to play bondage, next time, is he going to play s and.

He had a bad habit and could discuss, if he could respect her a little.

In the heart, it is not without grievances.

Especially now, I hold back the pain, the explosion, and the cry.

In addition to grievances, there is resentment.

About what he thought was affection, she couldn't cater to it, she thought that her morality had been insulted, and she thought it was humiliated.

She was dignified Luo Fuxue, but she had no power to resist, trapped here, and was almost lost by a soak of urine.

The strength on her body has not been reduced by half a point, she stubbornly resisted the painful feeling of urinating in her pants, the pain she endured, her expression was pale, she was sweating profusely, and the tears she endured soaked the silk cloth in front of her.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

In the house, the moment his voice sounded, Luo Fuxue knew that it was him, but he was either angry and roared angrily.

What is produced is nothing more than a few syllables that are not beneficial.

"It seems that he doesn't know yet, so he continues to lie down."

He pulled away, and his lower abdomen had to be inquired and released, relieved of the swelling, but it was an unbearable irritation.

She struggled to her feet, her chest ached, and her whole body froze.

Damn, I clicked on her hole.

She coveted to get some sound out of her throat, useless, not even a good syllable.

When Yin Meng took the door and went out, Luo Fuxue cried.

I really cried, and I cried very sadly.

For a long time after she was reborn, she had never cried like this when she faced the key to life and death.

Now, her tears, the pearls that had broken the threads, damp the blindfolded cloth, wet the whole face, wet the placket of her clothes.

She's getting a divorce.