Wang Shuanzi said, got up and ran to the table, bringing a bowl of cold tea over.

He pinched Yang Huamei's mouth and drank it.

"ah……"

Yang Huamei's eyes finally returned to their sockets.

"Yang Huamei, are you okay?"

Wang Shuanzi squatted aside and asked anxiously.

"Well!"

She burped loudly, and then her eyes fell on Wang Shuanzi's face in front of her.

"Ghost!"

She exclaimed and shrank back.

Wang Shuanzi's face stiffened.

Yang Huamei only reacted when her head hit the foot of the bed behind her.

The man in front of her is not a ghost, but Wang Shuanzi, the man she married.

"Get up and drive, I'm going to go to bed!"

She got up from the ground, patted the dust on her red wedding dress, and said angrily.

"good."

Wang Shuanzi gave way.

Yang Huamei squeezed out from behind the bed sideways, and when she passed the exit, she got stuck.

"Oh my god, why is this place so narrow?"

She puffed her cheeks and squeezed out as hard as she could.

"Who is that? Come on, come on, come on, grab me..."

Wang Shuanzi was walking in front with his head lowered. When he heard these words, he turned around.

Pulling Yang Huamei out, he was panting from exhaustion.

I found a stool nearby and sat there panting.

Over at the bed, Yang Huamei, who had eaten and drank enough, began to take off her clothes.

The red wedding dress that Ms. Tan spent more than half a month carefully sewing was taken off, crumpled into a crumpled ball and thrown on the cabinet.

After taking off only the autumn clothes underneath, Yang Huamei's "curvy" figure was completely exposed to Wang Shuanzi's eyes.

Wang Shuanzi's temples jumped hard several times.

He suddenly thought of the big fat pig that his family sold years ago...

Over there, Yang Huamei lay on the bed with her back stretched out, occupying most of the space.

The snoring suddenly started.

Wang Shuanzi stood up and stood beside the bed, frowning as he looked at the snoring woman in front of him.

He is already eighteen years old this year.
Chapter completed!