Chapter 140

Han Xiaoye squatted in the kitchen thinking for a long time, she carefully analyzed the possibility of color - lure and strong, all played a fork.

First, she looked down. Her chest was much bigger than half a year ago, but she was still a little short of Boba. Color lure like Boba Fu Zhiyan, basic impossible, fork!

Second, she could imagine being thrown out of the room before the hungry tiger went to bed. There's a huge disparity in military strength, fork!

Soft can't, hard can't, how to sleep Fu Zhiyan?

As her brain was spinning, she suddenly remembered that there was a scene in the movie she had watched before and in July. The woman owner sent the drunken man back to the room, and then

"Yes! Wine

Han Xiaoye stood up fiercely.

She remembers that Fu Zhiyan's drinking capacity was not very good, and he didn't touch wine. As long as you get him drunk, you can do whatever you want?

Heart is not as good as action, she immediately rummaged for wine. Because Fu Zhiyan didn't drink, except for a few bottles of wine on the wine rack in his room, there was basically no wine at home. Han Xiaoye rummaged for a long time but didn't find it. Just when she was about to give up, she saw a big bottle on the refrigerator, which looked like wine.

She immediately stood on tiptoe and took it down. A series of English words were written on the bottle. potency。 wine。

She doesn't know the first two English words, but she knows the last one - wine!

Her eyes are shining!

Turn it over again, it seems that she didn't know anything about the introduction of wine. But she saw a word - big!

"Big? Does it mean that the alcohol is strong? " Han Xiaoye murmured curiously. She unscrewed the lid and smelled it. She didn't know what kind of wine it was. The taste was so light that she could hardly smell it, "should it? Whatever it is, it's just wine. "

When she found the "crime tool", she immediately poured it into the ginger soup. She poured more than half a bottle of wine into a bowl of ginger soup and stirred it. She sipped a little and thought it tasted strange. For fear that Fu Zhiyan would find out, she put two spoonfuls of sugar in it.

Taste again, make sure that the strange taste is suppressed, only sweet. Everything is ready, only to go upstairs. Han Xiaoye's nervous heart is pounding wildly, and his palms are full of sweat. In order to embolden her, she picked up the remaining half bottle of wine and looked up to dry. Then bold put down the bottle, wiped the mouth, heart a horizontal, "fight!"

……

On the second floor, outside Fu Zhiyan's room, it was quiet.

pharynx

The door is unlocked.

It's quiet inside.

"Little uncle?"

man His hair dripping wet, sexy and hopeless!

Han Xiaoye instinctively looked at his half exposed chest - clear texture, white, powerful, and shamefully stained with water, which was a crime.

She had a ghost in her heart and soon looked away with a guilty heart.

But Fu Zhiyan is the same. He wiped his hair with a clean handkerchief. On weekdays, the cold Phoenix eyes were very dense because of the water vapor. "Why don't you rest in the room? What about Wang ma? "

As soon as he opened his mouth, Han Xiaoye immediately found the steps and naturally handed him the ginger soup. "Mother Wang went out to buy vegetables. I'll help her bring the ginger soup to you."

She added, "I'm afraid it's not good to drink. I added two spoonfuls more sugar."

Fu Zhiyan had no doubt at all. He put down his handkerchief and rubbed his temple. "Put it on the table. I'll drink it later."

Han Xiaoye where dare to put on the table, this bowl of ginger soup but added material! Kungfu

Han Xiaoye cunningly turned his eyes, moved to his side, holding a bowl, "I managed to keep the temperature up to the right end, no longer drink cold.". Little uncle, drink first. "

Fu Zhiyan really didn't want to drink at the moment. He was caught in the rain in the morning and didn't change his wet clothes for a long time. As a result, his temperature was a little high and his throat and lungs were burning. He was extremely uncomfortable.

But looking at the girl who was looking at him, he couldn't say no.

He frowned, took a drink from the bowl, and then took a sip. His brow was even tighter. "How much sugar did you add?"

Ginger soup sweet hair tired, a mouthful down, with a mouthful of white sugar like.

The already uncomfortable voice immediately tingled in protest.

Han Xiao's ambition was so empty that he was afraid that there was something else in it. He immediately raised his hand and swore, "I only added two spoons, I swear!"

She pause, innocent blink big eyes, grinning, "I'm not afraid you feel bitter?"

Fu Zhiyan didn't believe that she only added two spoonfuls of sugar. But still drink most of the bowl, until really sweet can't stand, just put down the bowl.

Han Xiaoye watched with his own eyes as he drank the "tools of crime" and his nervous back was full of sweat. She looked at the person who put down the bowl without blinking and asked tentatively, "little uncle, how do you feel?" It's said that after drinking, there will be an immediate reaction. Sugar doesn't affect the strength of the wine, does it?

"How about what?" sleep

I just want to eat the two on your chest! Han Xiaoye didn't look at it. He kicked it in his pocket and looked at him carefully. "Don't you feel hot?"

What kind of expired bar should it be?

Why didn't you react at all?

However, speaking of hot... She fanned with her palm. How could she feel so hot. Is the air conditioner too high, or is it too tight?

Fu Zhiyan finally feel wrong, he turned his head, Phoenix eyes sharp look at the girl in front of him. After discovering the abnormal blush of her cheek, some pale thin lips suddenly pursed into a line.

"Han Xiaoye, what did you put in that bowl of ginger soup?"

He must have found something wrong long ago. But today, he was exhausted, caught in the rain and had a low fever, and his vigilance was minimized. The girl in front of him was the one he absolutely trusted, so he didn't think about it at all.

If she hadn't tried again and again, he hadn't responded. What the hell did she put in there?

Fu Zhiyan has a bad guess in his heart.

Although do not want to admit, but with the character of this hooligan, that may be the biggest!

He took up a small bowl of "ginger soup" and tried it again. Sure enough, it was sweet and greasy, with a strange numbness.