Pushing open the door, a smell of wine came to his face, and Lin An'an's uncomfortable humming sound came from the room, muttering as if he was saying something, but he was far away and couldn't hear clearly.

"Uncle, you're back." Blossom came with hot water, "Miss is drunk." ”

Qin Sanlang let go of his body, Hua Rui went in, wiped Lin An'an's face with a hot cloth, Lin Anan waved his hand like a fly, and muttered, "Go away, go away......"

Qin Sanlang snatched the handkerchief from Hua Rui's hand, "You go out, I'll come." ”

"You ......" Hua Rui looked at Qin Saburo with a very suspicious look.

Qin Sanlang pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "She must be worried about me, blaming herself and feeling uncomfortable, so she will get drunk, you go out, I will take care of her." ”

He looked at Lin An'an's eyes gently, as if he wanted to deeply sink her drunken and hazy appearance into his mind.

Stamen: "......"

I really want to tell my uncle that he is self-inflicted.

Hua Rui looked at her own lady who was pulling Qin Sanlang's sleeve at this moment, and swallowed her words, in fact, it was good that my uncle misunderstood.

Lin An'an's drunkenness became a beautiful misunderstanding.

Qin Saburo wiped Lin An'an's forehead, cheeks, and rosy and plump lips with a wet handkerchief, and the ghost made the gods get closer, and the distance is getting closer and closer, "Smack!" A slap in the face.

It didn't hurt, but it made Qin Sanlang blush and sober up.

I only heard Lin Anan muttering: "Go away, mosquito, shoot you to death, go away......"

Qin Sanlang wiped Lin An'an's face in a panic with the handkerchief in his hand, turned his back, and didn't dare to look at her.

What were you doing?

While she was drunk, she wanted to ...... Thinned her.

Although she is her own daughter-in-law, she can ......

Qin Saburo stood in front of the window, letting the cold wind outside the window blow on him, making himself more sober.

I remembered what my father-in-law said in the study, "I will let Xiao'er serve in the military." ”

Why did the father-in-law let the brother-in-law go to military service, knowing that it was a trap, why did he go?

Iron Concentrate ......

I remembered the light in my father-in-law's eyes when he heard these three words, and that light ...... With ambition.

Qin Sanlang sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently brushed Lin An'an's cheek, brushing the old scar of the burn.

Was the fire really just an accident?

The closer he got to the Yue family, the more he felt that the Yue family was not as simple as it seemed, and his father-in-law did not feel like a pharmacist, with a sense of oppression and more like a superior.

Just as Qin Sanlang was pondering, a small hand suddenly grabbed Qin Sanlang's hand, and Lin Anan opened his steamy eyes.

Qin Sanlang looked at Lin An'an's eyes, thinking that he had almost lightened his little daughter-in-law before, his heart became weak, and he didn't dare to look at her.

Lin Anan stepped forward, muttered in his mouth, and suddenly stretched out his hands to hold Qin Sanlang's face, like a myopic eye that couldn't be seen clearly, getting closer and closer, he had to see the person in front of him clearly.

With their noses close to each other, Qin Saburo smelled the smell of wine on Lin An'an's body, as well as the girlish fragrance, mixed together, like the purest daughter red.

Lin Anan pinched his face, suddenly let go, and the whole person fell backwards, Qin Sanlang hurriedly grabbed her, but she suddenly pounced, but Qin Sanlang fell backwards, Lin Anan lay on top of him, poked his cheek with his fingers, as if it was fun, poked again, and laughed.

Qin Saburo knew that the little daughter-in-law was drunk, sighed, picked the person up, and placed him on the bed, "Be good, sleep." ”

Lin Anan stretched out his finger and poked him in the face, opened his eyes, and looked at him cutely.

Qin Saburo was amused by the little daughter-in-law's stupid appearance, reached out to hold her fingers, and helped her cover the quilt, "Good, sleep." ”

Lin Anan struggled to pull out his fingers, but he held them tightly, frowned angrily, suddenly opened his mouth, and bit hard at his tiger's mouth, like an angry cat, ruthless and fierce.