Mrs. Fu took Ye Wenwen's hand with joy on her face: "Oh, it's so good-looking, daughter-in-law, don't you say?" ”

The bracelet is shiny, very skin-friendly, and Ye Wenwen's already white wrist looks even whiter.

"Mom, you're right!" Ye Wenwen nodded vigorously.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law alliance reached an agreement, and Fu Shaoyang, who is a husband and son, is simply useless.

"Then you come with Mom, Mom has a lot of good things, all for you!" Mrs. Fu took her hand, and the experience she had accumulated over the years in dressing up her daughter finally came in handy.

She's going to play well!

"Wait!" It's okay to watch them blow rainbow farts to each other all the time, and you still want to do something? Of course, Fu Shaoyang didn't allow it: "What to give, there will be time in the future, Mom, you go back to the room to rest now." ”

"I'm not sleepy, why are you little old man so much to do?" Mrs. Fu asked unhappily, why can't she dress up her daughter-in-law?

"It's your business that you're not sleepy, Ye Wenwen is sleepy!" Fu Shaoyang dragged Ye Wenwen over, clamped her waist with his big palm, and didn't let her run.

Ye Wenwen muttered, "I'm not sleepy......"

unceremoniously dismantled Fu Shaoyang's platform.

"No, you're sleepy!" Saying that, he took her out of the restaurant, and when he was about to go out, he turned around and told Steward Mo: "Aunt Mo, please also send my mother back to the room." ”

Steward Mo nodded with a smile: "Young master, don't worry, I know how to do it." ”

Fu Shaoyang snorted, and Mrs. Fu's protest came from behind him: "You unfilial son, you actually robbed my daughter-in-law!" ”

From big pig's trotters, to old antiques, to unfilial sons, Fu Shaoyang has already settled as an old monk, and there is no ups and downs.

There was no pause.

If you continue to scold, I'll give Ye Wenwen back to you, count me as losing!

It wasn't until Mrs. Fu's voice was completely inaudible that Fu Shaoyang carried the little drunk back to his room, put him on the bed, and got up to go to the cloakroom to find clothes.

Naturally, there were no ladies in his room, so Fu Shaoyang came back with a shirt of his own and changed Ye Wenwen's clothes.

As a result, she was not completely drunk, and when he undressed her, he clutched her chest like a woman from a good family who was afraid of being raped: "You pervert, you want to take off my clothes!" ”

Fu Shaoyang has been silently thinking in his heart that this is my wife, and I don't know like her.

Finally calmed down, took her hand away, and simply took off her clothes and changed into his shirt.

"Woo woo woo I'm not clean anymore, woo woo woo I was looked at by you, perverted ......"

It's exactly the same as the reaction of the heroine in the eight-o'clock dog blood drama!

"Next time I let you touch a little wine, I won't call Fu Shaoyang!"

At this time, Steward Mo knocked on the door outside: "Young Master, are you there?" I asked the kitchen to cook the sobering soup, you let Miss Ye drink it and then go to sleep, otherwise it will be uncomfortable. ”

He was extremely calm and not surprised that Ye Wenwen was sleeping in Fu Shaoyang's room.

Fu Shaoyang opened the door, and his handsome face was extremely gloomy: "She deserves to be uncomfortable, and she dares to fight with others without a little drinking!" ”

"You'll feel distressed when you see Miss Ye uncomfortable later, hurry up and feed her, otherwise it will be cold." Steward Mo handed over the bowl earnestly, with an expression that I know you very well and don't be duplicitous in front of me.

Fu Shaoyang "......".

took the decanting soup to Ye Wenwen's lips, and asked her in a commanding tone: "Ye Wenwen, drink the decanting soup!" ”