Chapter 542 Husband Outside the Door

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Song Qingshu opened his eyes as if he had a feeling, and saw the bride beside the bed, he couldn't help but say with joy, "Rouer, come and accompany your husband to have a drink."

Jiao Wan'er was so frightened that she hurriedly retracted the dagger into her sleeve. Seeing that he didn't notice anything unusual, she rolled her eyes and decided to take it upon herself. She picked up the wine jug on the table and poured it into Song Qingshu's mouth. Let's get you drunk!"

"Cough, cough, enough is enough." Song Qingshu coughed for a while, stretched out his hand and pushed the jug away. The skills of the two were so different that even if Song Qingshu was drunk, Jiao Wan'er's hand was easily pushed away.

"I remember drinking wine like this?" Song Qingshu suddenly sat up with a bewildered face.

The momentum Song Qingshu showed just now made Jiao Wan'er recall the fear of being dominated by him that night and the feeling of weakness and powerlessness.

It's better to make you drunk a little more, Jiao Wan'er's mouth showed a sly smile: "The rules of our Golden Snake Camp are different from other places, and they all drink from jugs."

"Really?" Song Qingshu was stunned, apparently confused by this rule, "Bring the jug over, let's continue drinking."

Jiao Wan'er was secretly proud: "Drink, drink, it won't kill you!" He hurriedly brought the jug over.

Who knew that Song Qingshu would give up after taking a sip: "It's a drink, so how can I drink it alone. Rou'er, come on, let's drink together."

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand, and Jiao Wan'er felt that a force came from out of thin air, and fell into his arms involuntarily.

Jiao Wan'er opened her mouth and was about to speak, when the spout of the jug stuck into her mouth, and a choking spirit was poured into her throat at once.

"You take a sip and I take a sip. That's the way to get a glass of wine." Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction, and then let go of his hands.

"Cough, cough..." Jiao Wan'er struggled to sit up. Although she was the leader of the gang, she was always incapable of drinking. She drank at least half a pot just now.

Both cheeks were blushing, Jiao Wan'er felt a little dizzy, knowing that she might be a little drunk, she couldn't help but stared at Song Qingshu suspiciously, not knowing whether this bastard was really drunk or fake!

As soon as her eyes rolled, Jiao Wan'er came to her mind and deliberately said coquettishly, "Song... Brother Song, I heard you do something sorry for Luo... Mrs. Luo, I wonder if it's serious?"

Jiao Wan'er had goosebumps all over her body to call that demon like that, but it would be a pity that he had just left Zeng Rou now, so she just took the opportunity to get some information.

"Hey, Rouer, why does your voice seem to have changed?" Song Qingshu looked up at her and asked with some doubts.

Jiao Wan'er was startled, and hurriedly said coquettishly, "Brother, you're drunk, why has people's voice changed?"

The sweet and greasy tone made Jiao Wan'er herself unable to believe that it was from her, and she suddenly felt a chill.

"It seems that I'm really drunk, and I even heard your voice wrong," Song Qingshu held her forehead and patted it lightly, "But Rouer, you are really, and you still call me eldest brother now."

Jiao Wan'er reacted at once, and her face instantly turned red, but in order to deceive him, she had to continue to disguise: "Xiang... Gong..."

Although his voice was as slight as a mosquito's, Jiao Wan'er was still too ashamed.

"But I'm just trying to deceive him, he doesn't know it's me calling anyway..." Jiao Wan'er couldn't help comforting herself like this.

But Jiao Wan'er didn't realize that the moment she said this, her gaze towards Song Qingshu was no longer just hatred, but also a hint of incomprehension.

"It's so cute!" Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction, and leaned his head to kiss her.

Jiao Wan'er had been prepared for a long time, resisted his body, and asked, "Xiang...gong...you haven't answered the question about the concubine's body."

"What's the problem?"

Seeing Song Qingshu's dazed expression, Jiao Wan'er was so angry that she almost pulled out her dagger and stabbed it at once. She had to take a deep breath and repeated: "You just mentioned that you did something sorry for Mrs. Luo, is that serious... …”

Jiao Wan'er naturally understood how serious the matter was. She just wanted to slowly lower the other party's defenses by asking this question, worried that he would not be willing to tell Zeng Rou the truth.

"Oh, I remember," Song Qingshu's expression changed, and after a long silence, he sighed, "Of course it's serious, Mrs. Luo will probably never forgive me for the rest of her life."

As long as you know!

Jiao Wan'er bit her lip tightly, and the bloodshot gradually leaked out: "I don't know... What exactly did Xianggong do to Sister Wan'er?"

Song Qingshu opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time but didn't say a word, and finally all turned into a sigh: "It's about Madam Luo's reputation, and I can't tell."

Jiao Wan'er unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even say anything about his wife, and when he contacted Xia Qingqing before, it didn't seem like he knew it. It seemed that he still knew the importance.

Fortunately, at least the two of them knew about it.

Jiao Wan'er paused for a while, and asked the question she cared about most: "Then... Will my husband do such a thing to Sister Wan'er in the future?"

"This..." Song Qingshu immediately fell into contemplation, and suddenly touched Jiao Wan'er's heartstrings, "I don't know either."

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what! Jiao Wan'er was so angry that she thought he was sincerely repenting. If he didn't bother him again in the future, Jiao Wan'er even planned to let this matter pass. How could he have heard such an answer.

"I also know that this is wrong, but Mrs. Luo's unique graceful and elegant temperament has always fascinated me deeply. I'm afraid that I will go to him again if I can't control it..."

Hearing Song Qingshu complimenting herself in person, Jiao Wan'er suddenly had a strange feeling, she forgot to be angry for a while, and the two of them stood there silently.

"Forget it, tonight is our great day, so I won't mention other women. ** A moment is worth a thousand dollars, Rou'er, let's sleep." Song Qingshu suddenly spoke to break the silence.

"Ah?" Jiao Wan'er was dumbfounded. She had given him so much alcohol just now. She thought that he would fall asleep soon after drinking, but who knew that he didn't mean to fall asleep, so how could he escape? .

Just when Jiao Wan'er was hesitating, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and turned her over and pressed her onto the bed, with a mouthful of alcohol spraying onto her face: "Rouer, don't be afraid, I will take good care of her. yours."

"Don't!" Jiao Wan'er suddenly widened her apricot eyes, and before she could react, her soft lips were blocked by Song Qingshu, leaving only a muffled voice.

Hearing the woman's scream, Luo Liru, who had been hiding outside and listening to the corner of the wall, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Luo Liru felt that the woman's voice was a bit familiar, he didn't think much about it, and said to everyone around him with a smile: "It's true that the big boss has taken so long to get into the theme, or let's take a bet on how long the big boss can last. ?"

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