C8 Second Brother Drank too Much

Looking at Ma Er's flushed face and passionate look, Xiao Jian felt that it was not right for him to kill this kind of scenery. This kind of atmosphere, no matter what, he had to match it with his own feelings and respond to it, and at the same time, Xiao Jian was calculating in his heart. With his alcohol tolerance, he had to finish off Ma Er tonight.

As for what kind of intimate friend he was talking about, Xiao Jian felt that it had nothing to do with him. It was because of Hu Cuihua that he agreed to take the risk.

No matter what, he had been single for all these years, sleeping, eating, and walking. He, Xiao Jian, had already had enough.

Xiao Jian poured a cup of wine for Ma Er and blew at him, "Second brother, even though you were harmed by the scoundrels, the essence of your manliness is still there. Just because of your courage and heroic spirit, I admire you. "Come, cheers!"

As he said this, Xiao Jian's mind was filled with Hu Cuihua, but it was like a cat scratching itself. Xiao Jian thought to himself, hurry up and die.

However, these insincere words of courtesy were clearly spoken and resounding. Xiao Jian even felt a little bit embarrassed for his shamelessness and shamelessness. It was a good thing that he had a reason to drink.

After three rounds of drinking and five courses of food, Ma Er could barely keep his eyes open. A big tongue was talking while leaning on the wall of the brick bed. It could not straighten out no matter how hard it tried. It gestured repeatedly: "Brother, brother, second brother, second brother did not drink too much. Second brother is not drunk, I, I need to get some sleep." "Your sister-in-law Cui Hua is here, in a small western room …"

As Ma Er spoke, he fell head first onto the brick bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Jian's heart skipped a beat. Finally, this fellow was straight. Xiao Jian smiled slightly. In the riverside village, anyone who dared to give Xiao Jian wine was courting death. To use Xiao Jian's words, I never knew what it meant to be drunk when I drink wine. Right now, everyone has at most one jin of white wine and Xiao Jian's was at most moistening his throat.

However, in order to ascertain whether Ma Er had really fallen asleep, Xiao Jian held onto Ma Er's shoulder and shook: "Ah, second brother, let's drink a little more. "Why did you get down on your hands and knees just like that?"

After a while, Ma Er was still snoring. Xiao Jian shook it a few more times before Ma Er farted fiercely. Xiao Jian hurriedly dodged, covering his nose as he put on his shoes.

At this time, Hu Cuihua came closer like a ghost, the timing was very surprising. Hu Cuihua looked at Ma Er who was sleeping on the brick bed, then looked at Xiao Jian, two peach blossoms appearing on her face: "You guys finished eating?"

He stared at Hu Cuihua and said: "En, I finished drinking, second brother drank too much, he fell asleep."

Hu Cuihua saw that Xiao Jian was staring at her, and shyly lowered her head: "I am going to pick up the table!"

The new wave of Xiao Jian surged. He replied loudly, "Yes!"

As he walked past Hu Cuihua, he couldn't help but feel restless.

Hu Cuihua was startled and was about to shout out, but she hurriedly covered her mouth and looked back at Xiao Jian. She smiled and glared at him before whispering, "Scram, you little scoundrel."

Xiao Jian nodded his head and left the main room. He arrived at the west room next door. It was a relatively small house made of mud. Originally, it should have been a granary filled with grain, because it was still emitting a faint smell of mildew.

It was about 30 square meters, and there was a fire pit on both sides of the wall. What surprised Xiao Jian was that a pair of quilts had already been laid out on the brick bed.

Xiao Jian's heart thumped wildly. He touched the brick bed with his hand and found that it was already burning hot. The blood in Xiao Jian's heart began to boil.

At this moment, the sky had already darkened. Xiao Jian looked at his phone. It was already past ten o'clock. It was when the Xiao family was about to go to sleep, when Xiao Jian saw the dim light that was hanging from a piece of paper above his head, he was filled with unease and anticipation. After waiting for Hu Cuihua to clean up the tableware, he rushed in. Then, the two of them — Xiao Jian rubbed his hands and smiled!

Xiao Jian felt that his current appearance was like a bride sitting in a bridal chamber, waiting for her husband to lift his red veil. He was both excited, hopeful, and a little shy at the same time.