Chapter 89 It won’t hurt if you blow it [Please subscribe]

Author: Index Han

Chapter 89 It won’t hurt if you blow it [Please subscribe]

"Sister Piaopiao is cooking today." Tang Shi sat in the back seat of the electric car, hugging Song Ci's waist and talking to him: "The braised pork and sweet and sour pork ribs she makes are absolutely amazing."

Song Ci expressed his expectation.

Riding an electric bike to the small street, Song Ci turned around and said, "Ask if there is anything else missing at home. Let's buy it back."

After riding the car a little further, Song Ci stopped, looked at the vegetables, and waited for Tang Shi to call.

After putting the phone to her ear for a long time, no one answered the call. Tang Shi shook her head: "Let's go back first, maybe we are busy cooking."

Putting away her phone, Song Ci took her home.

Many young couples after get off work are like this, riding an electric car with their partner, discussing what to eat, and at the same time, the prices of certain dishes have increased.

This small alley is full of fireworks and the flavor of life.

Probably, what is written in the book is the most comforting to ordinary people's hearts, and it is this feeling. In the excitement, there is a kind of comfort and tranquility, which is contradictory but not contradictory.

Passing through the small streets bustling with people and surrounded by fragrance, you arrive at the doorstep of your home.

Every time I go home, I have to be tortured by the aroma. There is no shortage of food stalls, fried and steamed, and all kinds of aromas are like a hindrance.

Back in the courtyard, Song Ci looked at the Tang poet.

Then he looked back at Tang Shi and pointed at her house: "Baby, look at what's going on here?"

The door was closed and the lights were not on, let alone anyone cooking. It was obvious that no one was at her home.

Obviously, Tang Shi was also stunned.

I called her in the afternoon and told her that she was cooking dinner in the evening, but no one knows where she is now.

She took her mobile phone and called Liu Piaopiao. Song Ci parked the car. Listening to the ringtone of the mobile phone ringing at Liu Piaopiao's house, Song Ci pulled Tang Shi.

Putting down their mobile phones and listening to the sound, the two of them arrived at the door of Liu Piaopiao's house. The door was ajar and the room was dark.

Song Ci and Tang Poetry:??

With two big question marks, Tang Shi pushed the door open and turned on the light. The light illuminated the room. Then the two of them looked at the scene in front of them, speechless.

Liu Piaopiao and Mo Mo were leaning on the sofa. Liu Piaopiao's legs were still pressed on Momo's legs. They were leaning in his arms and sleeping soundly. Mo Mo's face was pressed against Liu Piaopiao's forehead and she was also asleep.

Already.

His hands were still on Liu Piaopiao's waist. Occasionally, a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth and fell into Liu Piaopiao's hair.

Tang Shi and Song Ci looked at each other and looked at the wine bottles on the table. At first glance, they estimated that there were three boxes of wine. After drinking so much, it was no wonder that they fell asleep.

"They are developing too fast, aren't they?" Tang Shi felt that this development speed was somewhat beyond her understanding.

Liu Piaopiao said earlier that she should look at everything first, but in this situation, no matter how you look at it, you should look at it first, right?

He said it was still early, and he slept soundly and soundly. When people from other places did not come, was it because his emotions were not up yet? That's why he was so calm?

"We are all twenty-seven or eighty years old. You know that I have evil intentions, and I know that you are pretending to be reserved. Isn't it normal? You are rushing to get married anyway." Song Ci said.

He knew that he came here not to rest, but not to rest at all. He had just arrived, who knew what else he drank besides drinking?

How old are you that you are so thirsty?

"What about you?" Tang Shi asked her.

Song Ci looked at her and replied helplessly: "I have no chance. I can't get you drunk at all."

If I had the chance, I would hug him tighter than him, stick to him tighter than him, forget about the saliva, Lao Mo, you are so disgusting.

You're so quick to strike! You piece of shit.

I’m so jealous!

Tang Shi rolled her eyes at Song Ci, then pulled the corner of his clothes and shook it: "What should we do now?"

Song Ci sighed.

What should I do now? I still have to think about what to do. Who knows if they are really asleep?

"It's more uncomfortable to watch than to kill me. Of course, we have to separate them." Song Ci said, "You clean up, and I'll call him."

Tang Shi nodded and started to clean up.

As soon as Song Ci came closer, Mo Mo opened one eye and blinked, as if you should be sensible and help me to the bedroom quickly.

Song Ci pretended not to see it and patted Liu Piaopiao again. Liu Piaopiao also blinked with one eye!

Song Ci, who hasn't reached back yet: "."

Wocao, wocao, wocao, are you going too far?

They are no longer killing dogs, this is Ling Chi and Pao Lao. Daddy can't bear it, but mommy can't bear it.

call!

"It's over, honey, my breathing is weak. I don't know if it's alcohol poisoning. Come over and help." Song Ci called her.

Tang poetry:?

Will you get alcohol poisoning if you just drink this much?

"I can't even shake them to wake them up. Come quickly and pinch them." Song Ci pulled her over.

Liu Piaopiao and Mo Mo pretending to be asleep: "."

You are not good at being a human, but you are really good at being a dog!

Just as Liu Piaopiao was thinking about waking up, she felt a sharp pain under her nostrils, and so did Mo Mo.

Wocao Song Ci, do you want to act so quickly?

Hiss, Liu Piaopiao woke up, Mo Mo held back.

It was too harsh. Song Ci pinched him hard. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he woke up and pretended to be confused as if he had just woken up.

true and false!

"Shishi, are you back?" Liu Piaopiao looked at Mo Mo: "Ah, why am I lying in his arms?"

That’s not what you think!

What else are you pretending to be?

Tang Shi didn't expect this, and immediately pulled Liu Piaopiao aside: "Did you do it on purpose?"

She knew Liu Piaopiao's drinking capacity. With this amount of alcohol, she wouldn't be confused at all, let alone drunk. It was impossible.

It can only be intentional. It turns out it can still be like this. No wonder Song Ci said he wouldn't give him a chance.

"I'm a little dizzy after drinking too much." Liu Piaopiao leaned on her shoulder.

Mo Mo held Song Ci's shoulders: "Help me, I'm a little dizzy too."

Tang poetry: "."

What brand of plastic bags are they? Can they be packed so well?

Song Ci pinched Mo Mo. Mo Mo grinned and said he was dizzy. Song Ci felt that Mo Mo was really shameless. He couldn't do it himself.

"Help them go to the yard, Momo has a fever." Song Ci said, "Blow the cold wind."

Momo: "."

It is well-founded and cannot be refuted, it is indeed the case.

We didn't drink too much, so we started talking. We were a little tipsy, so we leaned together. Some of them knew it, and some of them took it for granted.

But there is definitely nothing like what Song Ci and the others are thinking about, and Liu Piaopiao is not such a carefree girl.

He wanted to do it casually, just like Song Ci said, without giving him a chance.

Sitting in the yard, Song Ci looked at Mo Mo who was yawning with his head drooped. He was actually full of sleep.

"Are you hungry?" Tang Shi pushed Liu Piaopiao, who nodded and looked at Tang Shi pitifully.

She is always too soft-hearted.

Song Ci knew from her expression that she was going to cook. Song Ci pinched Mo Mo again, "Why the hell do you insist on drinking with Liu Piaopiao and let my wife cook."

After standing up, Song Ci and Tang Shi went to cook.

Liu Piaopian couldn't help laughing: "Does it hurt?"

Mo Mo nodded helplessly: "This bitch will turn green after he kills him."

Originally, she said she wanted to cook, so she just kept talking. Who knew that she was addicted to male sex, forgot about this, and fell asleep.

Things like oaths are still no match for reality. Whatever you say will change according to reality. That's how she is.

It was also those worries that Momo expressed candidly, which freed her from so many restrictions.

"I'll get you some white medicine and spray it." Liu Piaopiao stood up and went back to the house.
To be continued...