"What did you say just now? Say it again." Jiang Mo gently rubbed Wen Yan's hand and repeated: "My...wife." "Your, do you know who I am and what my name is." Wen Yan raised his hand and pinched Jiang Mo's chin, "Say, who am I?" Jiang Mo opened his eyes in a daze and muttered to himself: "Wen...Wen Yan, my wife." Wen Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, "I answered correctly, what reward do I want?" Jiang Mo shook his head, "No." "Don't give me a reward? How can that work? You answered my name correctly and gave you a reward." Wen Yan raised Jiang Mo's chin and kissed him domineeringly. Jiang Mo stared at his eyes like a copper bell, and was so scared that he woke up a little.
"Do you like the reward?" Jiang Mo shook his head in a daze, "I don't like it!" The face that was smiling just now suddenly became cloudy. Wen Yan asked again in a cold voice: "Do you like it?" Jiang Mo still shook his head, covered his mouth, and hid in the corner. His voice was very small, but it was enough for Wen Yan to hear it clearly. "dislike." Wen Yan's black eyes sank, and he pinched Jiang Mo's chin again. "Don't like it? Jiang Mo, do you hate me so much?" Jiang Mo shook his head gently. He had just finished drinking, and if Wen Yan smelled it, she would definitely hate him. Wen Yan let go of his hand and murmured to himself: "Forget it, even if you hate me now, you are my own. I still have one year left, so I don't believe it, I can't handle you." Jiang Mo continued to hide in the corner, fearing that Wen Yan would smell the smell of wine on her body. "Jiang Mo, I don't force you, it doesn't matter if you don't like me. When I get home, I will ask the kitchen to cook a bowl of sober soup for you." Wen Yan pulled Jiang Mo's hand out, "If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while." Jiang Mo silently pulled back his hand, shrank into a ball, and closed his eyes. After a while, the car finally stopped. Xiao Tangtang was waiting for her father here early. "Dad ε==(づ′▽`)づ"
Wen Yan helped Jiang Mo out. "Tangtang, your dad is drunk." Xiao Tangtang grabbed his father's hand and frowned gently, "Dad, drink." (ノ_・.) When Jiang Mo saw his good daughter, he smiled and gently touched her little head with his big hand. "Dad is not drunk. Baby, Dad is hugging. How could Dad get drunk? Dad can still hold Tangtang, our big baby." Jiang Mo bent down and wanted to hug Xiao Tangtang. Wen Yan immediately stopped him and dissuaded: "Jiang Mo, you are drunk and can't hold Tangtang, you will throw her down." Jiang Mo waved his hand, "How is that possible? I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk at all, I can still hold Tangtang." Wen Yan couldn't stop him at all. Jiang Mo had already picked up his daughter and stumbled forward. Xiao Tangtang held his father's neck with two small arms and said in a slight voice: "Dad, don't drink." (｡•́︿•̀｡) "Okay, dad doesn't drink, dad doesn't drink, good Tangtang." Jiang Mo kissed the baby's little face. His daughter is still so cute and beautiful. Xiao Tangtang moved her eyebrows and pushed her father away, "Dad, drink a lot." The smell of alcohol on dad is the worst, and the baby doesn't like it at all. (๑• . •๑) "Jiang Mo, put Tangtang down first, don't fall down." Jiang Mo hugged the little guy upstairs and waved his hand, "No... it's okay, I can still hold Tangtang." "Tangtang, dad is coaxing you to bed, dad tells you stories and tells you little princess." Even though I was drunk, I never forgot to tell my daughter a story. Little Tangtang was lying on the bed, pointing her milk at dad's face, "Dad, drink a lot, it's not good, Tangtang, I don't like it." "Then dad won't drink next time." Jiang Mo gently patted the breast dumpling and told her the story of the little princess. After a while, he coaxed the little guy to sleep and stumbled out of the room. Wen Yan asked, "Did you coax Tangtang to bed?" "Well, I'm asleep, the baby is asleep." Wen Yan raised her eyebrows, hooked Jiang Mo's collar with one hand, and pressed the person on the sofa.
"You can coax your baby, and you can coax Tangtang to sleep even if you are drunk. If you drink too much, I'll let the kitchen cook a bowl of sober soup for you." Wen Yi, who was playing with her phone, raised her head and said, "Sister, the aunt in the kitchen has gotten off work, and it's 10 o'clock now." "No one?" "It's gone, then I'll call them over and let them cook a bowl of sobering soup?" Wen Yan raised his hand and said, "No, just a bowl of sobering soup, so will I." Wen Yi's eyes were staring like copper bells, surprisedHe said, "Sister, what did you say? You just said that you can also sober up the soup? How is that possible?" Wen Yan smiled faintly, "How is it impossible? It's just a bowl of sobering soup, waiting here, watching your brother-in-law, don't let him run around." "good." Wen Yi nodded and watched his own sister enter the kitchen. How could his sister actually sober up the soup? This is even more outrageous than the sows who can climb trees! "Brother-in-law, my sister is so special to you. She has specially made sober soup for you. Don't fall asleep. You have to drink the soup made by my sister in a while. Wake up." Wen Yi patted Jiang Mo's face, "This is the first time my sister has sobering soup for others. You can't fall asleep, you'll be waiting for you to drink later." "drink……" "Brother-in-law, don't sleep." After a while, there was a crackling sound from the kitchen, and a few black smoke came out! Wen Yi immediately stood up and rushed into the kitchen. The smoke inside was rolling, and the stove was filled with porridge, and all kinds of ingredients were thrown everywhere, as if there was a thief. What surprised him the most was the person in front of him, his face was dark and he almost thought it was a monster! "Monster!" A monster has entered the house! Wen Yan raised his hand and patted Wen Yi on the head, "What the monster? I am your sister, why are you doing in? I'll cook it right away." "Sister, it's you. I thought it was a monster. You are..." Wen Yi pointed to the things cooked in the pot, which were dark and exuded an unpleasant smell. It looked like a dark dish, which was extremely terrible! ! "This is the sobering soup I made for Jiang Mo. How about it? It's not bad." Wen Yi swallowed his saliva, the expression on his face was a little hard to describe, and he nodded repeatedly. "Okay, it's so great. My brother-in-law must like it very much." Will this thing be drunk to death?
Let's pray for Jiang Mo for two seconds first...