Chapter 1182

Yang Liuqing was crying and beating her stomach.

Xue Zhilan grabbed her hand: "Qing'er, forget it. I want to be open. Give Duoduo back to Meijie. Don't be with him. If Meijie knows, she will be angry and affect the baby in her stomach."

"Zhilan, I want to drink. You drink with me. I want to get drunk tonight." Yang Liuqing wiped his tears, stood up and ran into Murong Xue's study. He soon brought out a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

Xue Zhilan didn't refuse, and her heart was more or less affected. After all, people in the village thought she slept with Qian Duoduo. After all, she once deeply fell in love with Qian Duoduo, and even once regarded him as her husband. There was only one film left between the two

Yang Liuqing filled two glasses of wine. The two girls held up the glass, touched it with a bitter smile, and drank it

At ten o'clock, Murong Xue returned to the room, opened the door and saw Yang Liuqing and Xue Zhilan lying quietly on the sofa, with two wine bottles and two wine glasses on the tea table.

Two bottles of red wine. They've had a bottle and a half.

"Qing'er, Zhilan."

Murong Xue approached. The two girls closed their eyes and turned crimson. It seemed that they were drunk.

Murong Xue frowned: "these two girls, how can they drink so much wine."

"Duoduo... Duoduo... I want to give you a monkey... I want to be your wife..." Yang Liuqing turned over and whispered drunk.

"Alas..." Murong Xue shook her head, "drown your sorrows with wine and get drunk for love. Qing'er, you are too young. My sister knew you couldn't pass this level."

Murong Xue bent down and helped Yang Liuqing up.

"Sister Xue, I can't be Duoduo's wife. I'm in pain. Sobbing..." Yang Liuqing was just half drunk and half asleep. She was confused, but she was very clear in her heart. She never hid it from Murong Xue, because Murong Xue knew what she had to do with Qian Duoduo.

"Qing'er, it's getting late. Go to bed first. Don't think about these annoying things. Everything will be fine." Murong Xue helped Yang Liuqing and walked to her room.

He helped Yang Liuqing to the bed and lay down. He took off his shoes and socks. Murong Xue returned to the living room. He also helped Xue Zhilan to lie down in an empty room, and then called Xue Rengui to explain the situation.

Although Xue Zhilan lived with her parents, she often ran to their room, and Murong Xue reserved a room for her.

After calling, Murong Xue called hot water, washed Yang Liuqing and Xue Zhilan's hands, faces, feet, took off his coat and covered his quilt. Then he went back to his room and went to bed.

Murongxue lay in bed and picked up her mobile phone. She wanted to call Qian Duoduo and talk about Yang Liuqing and Xue Zhilan. After thinking about it, she put it down again.

If Qian Duoduo knew about Yang Liuqing, he would immediately come to comfort her. Xiaomei has just been pregnant, which is unfair to her. Now she needs Qian Duoduo to accompany her.

In the next room, Qian Duoduo was lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed and hugging Ding Xiaomei in his arms.

"Duoduo, we'll get married in half a month. I'm your real wife. Now I feel that I'm the happiest woman in the world."

"Sister Mei, happy days are still ahead. We have half a month to live in the villa. Living in the villa is much more comfortable than this dormitory area."

"As long as we can live together, it doesn't matter where we live. Even in a cave, I'd like to."

"Sister Mei, if I really have no car, no house and only a broken cave, you must scold me bloody."

"Hey, can you be romantic? You can't say anything sensational. Isn't your mouth very good at speaking?"

"I don't dare to be sensational now. You're pregnant with a little monkey. You listen to a lot of sensational words. A little monkey can easily become a kind of love. At that time, a large number of beautiful women will chase after him and can't get rid of it. What a big trouble."

"If my son has many beautiful women, I'm proud, I'm proud."

"What if your husband has a lot of beautiful women?"

"Dare you." Ding Xiaomei turned over and pointed to Qian Duoduo's nose. "No amount of beautiful women are allowed to be greedy. I can only be a woman around you."

Qian Duoduo smiled bitterly: "sister Mei, why are you so tolerant to your son and so strict to me? It's too unfair."

"There's a lot of money. Do you have any fancy intestines in your stomach?"

"No."

"Really not?"

"Haven't I always lived under your nose? How dare I?"

"Hum, I dare you."

"Sister Mei, it's time to go to bed. Now that you are pregnant, you must ensure adequate sleep and healthy physical and mental state."

"HMM." Ding Xiaomei promised, climbing out of her heart of a lot of money.

The two men began to sleep.

Ding Xiaomei pillowed Qian Duoduo's arm and soon fell asleep, snoring sweetly.

Qian Duoduo kept his eyes open and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Murong Xue is broad-minded, considerate and reasonable. There is no problem, but what about Qing'er? With Qing'er's character, she won't let go easily. Today, she quarrels with Xiaoxiao for a little thing. If we continue to communicate, we can't guarantee that there will be no basket. At that time, sister Mei will have to quarrel with her again.

Can't you make it tonight?

In the past, it seemed unfair to sister Mei.

If not, Qing'er is likely to be angry.

Alas, too many women are trouble!

Qian Duoduo frowned deeply and felt that one head was two big.

Forget it, go to bed and find a chance to talk to Qing'er tomorrow.

Qian Duoduo looked at Ding Xiaomei, closed her eyes and smiled at the corners of her mouth, as if she were having a dream. He couldn't help touching her cheek, smiled and closed his eyes.

In Jincheng, Zou Xianhong sat in his living room, stuffy head, smoking cigarettes one by one, staring at the mobile phone on the tea table, looking forward in meditation.

"Old Zou, it's time to go to bed after ten o'clock." Zou Xianhong's wife urged.

"Go..." Zou Xianhong looked very impatient.

My wife didn't dare to say anything and went to bed by herself.

After waiting for a while, the mobile phone finally rang. Zou Xianhong grabbed the mobile phone, looked at the caller ID above, and hurriedly answered the phone: "Hello, Lao Li, how's it going?"

At the other end of the phone is Li Xiaogang, with a helpless look on his face. "Old Zou, for the sake of happy village, my father and I went to Liang Zhenlong's house this evening, and now we're going home. Alas, it's strange. Liang Zhenlong doesn't even give my father face."