Little grandpa didn’t deliberately go to exercise to curb the strength of drinking, and several cups of white belly were also a little dizzy and hot, which made him unconsciously more presumptuous.
"Why don’t you move?"
After another swig, Zhao Cuo found that Zhang and Wu were sitting still like puppets.
"What do you mean by looking like a ghost?"
Little grandfather looked at the two goods in wonder. Zhang Yintang’s mouth twitched and Wu Yi’s eyelids trembled wildly. Now Zhao Dagong was paralyzed by alcohol and had no reaction.
"Hey?"
Even when he was puzzled, the music in the lobby actually stopped, and the dancers had already withdrawn.
"What the hell?"
Zhao wrong grunted a little tired and stretched himself with a yawn.
"Then play music and dance … psst!"
He suddenly exclaimed that his head was biased towards being caught in his left ear by a tender little hand and some dizzy thoughts woke up.
No way …’
Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong’s eyes are wide open, and the cold sweat is first-class. He twisted his stiff neck like a robot and looked to his side.
Appear in his eyes is a beautiful woman dressed in a white Confucian shirt.
The expression on her pure and soft little face at this time
"Sister?"
Zhao wrong forced out a smile.
"Go home!"
Zhao Shangxin held back her anger and grabbed his ear and walked outside the original. She really felt so angry that she was caught in the act of selling a wave of girls in Beijing.
"The shopkeeper! Charge my name … It hurts! "
After Zhao Xiaogong came to leave such a sentence, he was dragged out of the original boat by his sister.
"Say something!"
Has been a stiff face Zhang Yintang suddenly suppress a smile waved his hand to imitate the Zhao wrong tone aggressive tunnel
"The government was uncompromising, which have her a woman folk? Ah? "
"Kukuku!"
Wu Yi smiled unkindly.
……
"I said sister"
Sitting in the carriage back to the house, Zhao looked at the front and didn’t want to talk to him. Suddenly, he took the initiative to reach out and pulled her hand as white as jade.
Without saying a word, Zhao Shangxin snorted and didn’t draw his hand back, so he still didn’t speak.
Although Mr. Zhao Xiaogong thinks he is right, it’s better to change the subject instead of telling his sister that the brocade painting is not a brothel.
"Sister Shangxin, is your poetry meeting also held in Yueba Lake today?"
He asked with a smile.