"Come!" Murong Sihai put the wine jar in front of Jiang Hanxue with a "bang", and said with a red face full of interest: "Peng'er, our two grandfathers haven't had a good drink, come!" Grandpa respects you! ”

Grandpa, don't your conscience hurt when you say this? I'd like to have a good drink with you, and you'll have to be able to drink a second jar too!" The corners of Jiang Hanxue's mouth twitched twice covertly: Wait a minute! I seem to understand something! Grandpa, you don't know that you are pouring a glass, so you specially use the jar to drink! After all, drinking wine in a wine glass is also pouring a glass, and pouring it with a jar also has face, right?

With a sigh in her heart, Jiang Hanxue had to pat open the mud with a smile on her face, and after touching the jar with the old man, she poured a jar full of liquor into her stomach as soon as she raised her neck and "banged".

After drinking, Jiang Hanxue's eyes drifted a little, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her stomach, and then she heard Murong Sihai talk to the people on the table with his tongue wide open: "Come, come, come!" Today, you all have to toast my grandson! Come one by one, one by one, no less! Drink, drink! ”

Grandpa, you're really my own grandfather! Jiang Hanxue's whole person is not good: Old man, can't you sleep peacefully for a while if you drink too much? If you drink too much, don't forget to dig a pit and bury me, and you're no one!

After digging the pit, the old man lay on the table, and soon there was a snoring sound, and then Murong Dingguo stood up in relay, holding a big wine jar, and looked at his son excitedly: "Peng'er, Dad is really happy to see your achievements today, come, Dad has a drink with you today!" ”

Murong Dingguo toasted, Jiang Hanxue naturally had no excuse, and hurriedly drank it all with a big wine jar.

When Murong Dingguo put down the big wine jar, Sima Decao, the head of the four ministers, picked up the wine jar again, and after Sima Decao, Ximen Xiaohua, Feng Qingyang, and Bao Bumei were all waiting in line, and behind them, the beautiful little face of the long-legged demon king Murong Qingluan smiled fiercely......

……

When Murong Kunpeng woke up and opened his eyes, he was about to cry: Jiang Hanxue, you beast!

Why did you trick my sister into bed again?

Smelling the strong smell of wine on Murong Qingluan's body, Murong Kunpeng's eyes moistened: Every time it is drunk, Murong Qingluan, you should grow a little heart! Germanic orthopedics can't book a bed!

What made Murong Kunpeng even more depressed was that Murong Qingluan was lying on top of him all over, a pair of slender and straight big white legs rode apart on his small belly, and the entire upper body pressed him under him, his little head rested on his shoulder, his mouth was still towards his ears, and the warm and weak breath flowed rhythmically on his ears, blowing him all over his body.

Fortunately, the clothes of the two of them were well dressed, Murong Kunpeng's hands were not messy, and he slept quite properly, and the standard "Tai" shape fell on the bed - wait a minute! Something doesn't seem right!

Murong Kunpeng blinked: Too?

Shouldn't it be "big"?

Pill! Murong Kunpeng's face was pale, "too" was about to turn into "wood"! I can't control myself!

"Stinky boy! Look for death! Murong Qingluan finally couldn't pretend anymore, and she couldn't pretend that she didn't know if the word "too" was okay, but the word "wood" pushed her ass up! Murong Qingluan turned over to the inside of the bed in annoyance and shame, and kicked Murong Kunpeng off the bed with a flying kick......

It's not a sin to be a big eagle......

Murong Kunpeng's eyes were moist when he rolled to the door, and at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door: "Dang...... While...... When ......"

The voice is unhurried, and it is very calm all at once, who else can there be in this rhythm except the old man?

Wrong! And little Funi!

Murong Kunpeng looked down at his waist, and sure enough, he didn't see Xiao Funi's shadow, this little wave hoof was probably secretly drinking again, and he didn't come back until dawn, Murong Kunpeng covered his ass and opened the door angrily: Lao Tzu can't afford to mess with Murong Qingluan, and he can't afford to mess with you Xiao Funi?

Then he saw the old man outside the door......

I have a sentence that my mother sells batches, and I don't know if I should talk about it...... At this moment, 10,000 grass and mud horses were whizzing in Murong Kunpeng's heart, but in the old man's heart, 100,000 grass and mud horses were whizzing by......

"Peng'er......" The old man's voice trembled, he couldn't believe his eyes, his dull gaze crossed Murong Kunpeng and looked into the room, his lips trembled: "She is still a child......

Compared to her, I'm a child! Murong Kunpeng felt that the old man was too partial, Murong Qingluan was twenty-four, no, twenty-five is good, but he always felt that the old man's mood was not right, Murong Kunpeng subconsciously looked back, only to see that his big bed was actually ...... And more than one person!

One is, of course, Murong Qingluan, wearing cool shorts, her slender and straight white legs are still in the posture of kicking out, she is looking at the corner of the bed with a confused face, and there is a little girl shrinking in the corner of the bed!

The little girl looked like she was about eight or nine years old, pink and pink like a porcelain doll, wearing a small sky blue dress, curled up in a small ball and sleeping soundly in the corner of the bed, a trace of transparent silver thread ran down her pink lips and connected to the sheets, and half of her little face was printed with the pattern of the sheets......

"Who is she?" Murong Kunpeng was stunned, he ran back in disbelief and looked at the pink little girl, and subconsciously reached out to push her awake, but he didn't expect Murong Qingluan to stop him, and then held the little girl in his arms, his willow eyebrows were upside down, and his phoenix eyes widened: "Murong Kunpeng!"

"You black-hearted maggot! You can do nothing to me, how can you do it to such a young child? ”

“…… Murong Qingluan, it's easy for you to lose me like this! Murong Kunpeng felt that he was really yellow mud falling into the crotch of his pants, not but, but he definitely couldn't admit it, if he did, would he still be able to raise his head and be a man in the future, so the question is, where did the little girl come from?

Wrong! Although this little girl is beautiful and cute, she always feels like there is something more!

Murong Kunpeng blinked, and then stretched out an evil salty pig hand to lift the little girl's skirt!

"Peng'er!" Murong Sihai was angry, although he did love this eldest grandson very much, but it didn't mean that he could tolerate Murong Kunpeng to do bad things without principles and bottom lines, he pressed Murong Kunpeng's hand, and shouted angrily and sadly: "You know what you're doing!" ”