Zheng Nanyang was depressed in his heart, and used wine to dispel his sorrows, Fu Hao looked at him who was not afraid of the frequency of drunk drinking, and persuaded him to drink even more.

didn't need Zheng Nanyang to do it herself, the appetizers she specially made on the table were constantly sandwiched in the bowl in front of Zheng Nanyang, and Fu Mo didn't stop until a small mountain bag bulged out in the bowl.

"Husband? You're drunk, or we won't drink, right? Fu Wei was holding chopsticks in his right hand, and his left hand had already touched the wine glass in Zheng Nanyang's hand, biting the tip of the chopsticks in his mouth, and asked Zheng Nanyang tentatively.

She wanted to take the wine glass as she spoke, but where could Zheng Nanyang let it?

What drunkard would admit that he was drunk and obediently hand over his glass?

At least people like Zheng Nanyang won't.

His hand holding the glass tugged viciously, and he didn't even realize that the wine in the glass had spilled on his hand because of his violent artificiality.

"Go away, I'm not drunk, I can still drink."

Fu Mo didn't want to stop him much, but when he heard what he said, he immediately withdrew his hand, wiped the wine stains on his hands, pursed his lips, put down his chopsticks and added wine to him.

"Husband, today is our... You drink more today," Fu Hui originally wanted to mention the wedding anniversary again, but after thinking about it, Zheng Nanyang didn't put the anniversary at ease when he was still sober, and even more worried that he was drunk now, it was better to let him drink more.

After all, all he could hear was the words "drink more" now.

Zheng Nanyang didn't drink any more glasses, and fell on the table drunk, Fu Wei carried out one thing she had done in the previous two worlds - lifting the drunk.

Fu Wei, I'm really a mediocre drunkard little genius.

"Hmm..." Zheng Nanyang was thrown off the bed heavily, hitting the hard bed, he couldn't help but snort, rubbed his body on the bed, and fell asleep again.

"Husband?" Fu Wei patted his face, pulled his ears again, and leaned closer to his ear and said a little louder, "Husband! ”

Zheng Nanyang didn't react.

Fu Wei stretched out another finger and put it under his nose, probing his snort.

The steady heat hit his fingers, and Fu Wei waited for another half a minute before he was sure that Zheng Nanyang was really asleep. She removed her hand and wiped the white shirt on Zheng Nanyang's body in disgust, preparing to get out of bed to get the hemp rope.

As soon as she turned around, Zheng Nanyang grabbed her wrist, and Fu Yu turned her head in fright, looking at him nervously.

Seeing that Zheng Nanyang's eyes were still closed, he heard him say vaguely, "Fuck, stinky mother-in-law, I really want a son, hurry up and give me one..."

Fu Wei shook off his hand violently, sneered and bent over, and took out hemp rope from under the bed.

Oh, dog man. deserves to be a sonless life!

Fu Wei followed what he had learned before, and tied Zheng Nanyang's hands and feet with hemp rope, and after making sure that he couldn't break free, he slowly got up and turned around to clean up the mess on the table outside.

Zheng Nanyang woke up in the middle of the night, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that his throat was so dry that he couldn't even speak, "Shu..."

He had just spat out a word when he sensed that something seemed to be wrong, why couldn't he move his hands and feet?

There was no light on in the room, and the darkness caused the panic and fear in Zheng Nanyang's heart to be further amplified, and he didn't care about the dry throat at the moment, and shouted loudly in fear, "Shulan? Shulan... Where are you? ”

There was no other room in the house, but fortunately the bed was big enough for Fu Wei to rest on the other side of the bed. Listening to Zheng Nanyang's shout, Fu Wei reached out and fumbled with the drawstring of the electric light, pulled it down, and with a "click", the room was suddenly illuminated.

"What's wrong husband?" Fu Mo was still lying down, and he had not woken up yet, and asked in a confused voice, without the slightest intention of getting up.

Zheng Nanyang was lying with his back to Fu Wei, and when he heard Fu Tao's voice coming from behind him, the panic and uneasiness in his heart dropped a lot.

It's good that Fu Wei is here, but fortunately she's still there.

He struggled to move on the bed, turned his head back as far as he could, and begged Fu Wei, "Wife, am I tied?" Can you untie it for me? ”

Zheng Nanyang's chaotic head, which had just woken up, didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Watching Zheng Nanyang rubbing on the bed like a maggot, Fu Wei's remaining half of his sleepiness was suddenly woken up by laughter.

"You're tied up," Fu Hao teased.

"Then hurry up and untie it for me, I want to drink water!" Zheng Nanyang hurriedly urged, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

, why is Fu Mo so eyeless, he is tied up and doesn't know how to untie him?

Fu Mo was speechless, isn't this Zheng Nanyang a critic, so brainless? There are only two people in the house, he and himself, and there can be a third person to do it if he is tied up? even asked her to untie it for him.

Is it brainless or brainy watts?

"I don't understand, I spent a lot of effort to tie it, why should I tie it?" Fu Wei snorted coldly and pulled the lamp rope again.

The light in the room suddenly went out, and the fear in Zheng Nanyang's heart came back to his heart, unlike just now, he was still burning with anger in his heart.

", Jiang Shulan, hurry up and untie Lao Tzu!"

When Fu Yu said that, what else did Zheng Nanyang not understand? Co-authored her coquettish today just to set up this game for him, and want to take revenge on him, right?

"Jiang Shulan! Dead mother-in-law! Hurry up and unravel! ”

"You don't understand, do you? When Lao Tzu unravels it himself, Lao Tzu will definitely kill you, stinky woman! ”

Zheng Nanyang, who couldn't get a response, scolded hard there, and rubbed the rope on his hand several times, but it ended in vain.

"Jiang Shulan! Jiang Shulan, hurry up and untie it! Lao Tzu wants to go to the toilet! ”

"Hurry up my day, mom, I want to go to the toilet!"

Zheng Nanyang was still chattering and shouting, and Fu Wei, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes again in the dark, "Shut up!" ”

This time it was an even angrier voice than Zheng Nanyang.

The light in the room was turned on again, Zheng Nanyang thought that Fu Wei was compromising and bowed his head, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, hurry up and untie it." ”

But he didn't wait for the slightest movement behind him.

"If you want to go to the bathroom, go to the toilet, it's a big deal, I'll wait to go to the living room to sleep," Fu Mo sighed, thought about it and said, "Forget it, I'll go to the living room to sleep now, you can have fun here." ”

Fu Wei got out of bed, walked in front of Zheng Nanyang, and looked at him. Her face was gloomy and ugly, and she casually took out a pair of socks that should belong to Zheng Nanyang from the cabinet next to the bed, pinched Zheng Nanyang's cheeks, and stuffed them in.

"I advise you to settle down now, it's better for me to sleep obediently and don't make noise, and we'll have a good talk tomorrow morning?" Fu Wei shook off Zheng Nanyang's face violently and shook his hand in disgust.

"Hmm... Hmm..."

Zheng Nanyang's mouth was blocked, and he could only make a small sobbing sound, and his body was still writhing restlessly on the bed, trying to do something.

But his actions were of no avail, either to his tied hands or to deal with him.

Fu Mo gave him an indifferent back and closed the door.

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