Fresh wife is amazing

chapter 29
By the time Yang Fan returned to the door, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Although he didn't drink much, he didn't drink well, and the red wine he drank had a lot of stamina. He staggered and took the key to find the keyhole.

I searched for a long time, but couldn't find it.

"Wang~" Gun Gun opened the door of Aunt Thirteen's house, then turned his head and roared at the inner room, as if he was calling someone.

Soon, Aunt Thirteen came out, wearing autumn and winter home pajamas.

The pajamas were looser, but they made her more feminine.

The shawl's long hair fell like blue silk, very elegant, and her beautiful face showed that time had not gone too deep on her.

"Finally back, Guoguo is angry, she refuses to sleep, saying that you didn't accompany her today, and you didn't tell her a bedtime story." Aunt Thirteen laughed.

Yang Fan leaned against the door, his eyes blurred: "Aunt Thirteen, your door is really hard to find. If you don't plug in for a day, will it become smaller again, I can't plug in, you help me."

"Drinking so much?" Aunt Thirteen frowned and came over: "You are young, drink less alcohol, seeing that you are full of alcohol, it smells so good."

"Aunt Thirteen, help me open the door, I can't hold on anymore, I want to vomit." Yang Fan urged.

Aunt Thirteen quickly took the key from Yang Fan's hand and said while helping him open the door, "Be patient, don't spray it all over the outside, go in and feel comfortable."

The door opened, and Aunt Thirteen quickly helped Yang Fan in and urged, "Quick, quick, quick..."

Yang Fan leaned on Aunt Thirteen: "Don't, don't move, I won't be able to hold back anymore if I move."

Aunt Thirteen did not dare to move.

Spit this, it's her who suffers.

Yang Fan's state can't be cleared up, it's her who is in trouble.

At this moment, the cell phone in Yang Fan's bag rang.

Aunt Thirteen helped to take it out.

"Qianqian's phone number." Looking at the caller ID, Aunt Thirteen said.

Yang Fan didn't care, moved his footsteps and walked towards the bathroom.

Aunt Thirteen helped him over, and at the same time helped connect the phone: "Hello, Qianqian."

From there came Liu Qianqian's surprised voice: "Is it Aunt Thirteen?"

"Wait a minute, I'll give Xiaofan the phone." Aunt Thirteen put the phone to Yang Fan's ear.

"Who is it?" When the bathroom arrived, Yang Fan was lying on the toilet, eyes half-closed.

"Who else could it be? This girl is loved by everyone, and the flowers are blooming. The invincible little fairy Liu Qianqian is also..." Liu Qianqian was ashamed.

Before she could finish speaking, she heard Yang Fan's "vomit" sound over there, and she was vomiting.

"Qianqian, Xiaofan vomited, I'll let him call you later." Aunt Thirteen took back the phone and said to Liu Qianqian.

What the hell?

Liu Qianqian doubts life, such a beautiful little fairy, let me brag, you Yang Fan actually vomited, or really vomited!

"The first episode of Xiaofan's new show has finished recording today. Their group went to dinner to celebrate tonight. He just came back and he drank too much. If I ask him to call you again tomorrow, I won't call him tonight." Think, before hanging up, Aunt Thirteen added.

"Oh, okay then." Liu Qianqian's mood improved, he didn't know that Yang Fan was recording the show today and drinking tonight.

When I called, I just felt that my sister was not in the mountain city, and I had no plans for tomorrow. I was a little lonely, and I wanted to ask Yang Fan what to do.

Although he wanted to pretend to be a couple at first, after many contacts, Liu Qianqian has regarded Yang Fan as a friend.

She still hadn't thought about playing with friends.

Yang Fan's expectations for her boyfriend were far beyond her reach.

Yang Fan also accepted this status quo, and buying and selling is not benevolent.

She takes care of him, he takes care of her.

She ignored him and he ignored her.

This makes Liu Qianqian a little unbearable, why?
Does this man have an aesthetic problem? He doesn't tell the truth, even if he looks at her, he seems to be reluctant.

Liu Qianqian, who has always been confident in her appearance, was hit for the first time.

"Whose call came in so timely that I couldn't spit it out at first, but I could vomit after answering it." Before hanging up the phone, Liu Qianqian heard Yang Fan's faint voice over there.

"You..." Liu Qianqian was furious, before the bastard scolded, there was a beeping sound on the phone, and he hung up completely.

Yang Fan is here.

When he spit, the smell of alcohol was pungent and the smell was sky-high.

Aunt Thirteen was very self-restrained, she didn't pinch her nose, she just frowned and flushed the toilet.

At this time, Guoguo ran over to look for Yang Fan in a pink baby clothes.

Seeing Yang Fan holding the edge of the toilet with both hands, his head almost buried in it, the little girl was holding the door frame at the door of the bathroom, looking a little scared: "Brother, do you want to drink toilet water? Don't drink it, we have water at home, a water dispenser. water."

Sanbao followed, poked his head at the door, took a deep breath, and then fell straight down, sticking out his tongue.

"Brother is not drinking water, he is vomiting." Aunt Thirteen explained.

"Did my brother kiss my mother? In the morning, my mother wiped something on her face, and after I kissed my mother..." Guoguo asked curiously.

Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Thirteen said angrily, "What nonsense is the child talking about, brother is drinking too much."

"Why do you vomit when you drink?" Guoguo was no longer afraid and walked in.

Aunt Thirteen didn't know how to answer.

Glancing at Guoguo who was coming over, Yang Fan forced a smile: "Guoguo go back to bed first, and I'll tell you a story later."

"Okay." Guoguo left happily.

After vomiting again for a while, Yang Fan felt much more comfortable.

I can't help but sigh with Aunt Thirteen: "The fire of liquid will make you wake up from a dream, flutter like a fairy, turn the world upside down, and make the world spin."

Aunt Thirteen smiled and said, "Is there any more?"

Yang Fan did not disappoint Aunt Thirteen: "The ups and downs of human history are watered. The chess, chess, calligraphy and painting are filled with colorful colors."

Aunt Thirteen opened her mouth slightly.

Yang Fan continued to sigh: "drunk Liu Ling, crazy Shi Xian, publicized Cao Mengde, wrote the Hongmen Banquet, wet the Qingming apricot flower rain, and lost the weight of Begonia Li Yi'an."

Aunt Thirteen was a little dazed, she really didn't read much, and she didn't know who these people Yang Fan was talking about.

Yang Fan was very proud: "On the Jingyang Hill, help Wu Song to kill the tiger with three punches. At the top of the Xunyang building, Song Jiang wrote a poem to rebel."

Who is that?

Aunt Thirteen felt a little superficial and ignorant.

Yang Fan sighed with emotion: "You, you, how many heroes and heroes have been fulfilled, and how many villagers and reckless men have been brought down. Song and dance are with you, beauty is with you. Poetry is full of emotion, and literati are bold. Someone borrows you to go crazy. , someone borrows you to seize power."

Aunt Thirteen's young girl's heart jumped out again.

"Sometimes you are just a prop to set off the atmosphere at the negotiating table. Sometimes you are more like a hidden weapon, turning over a greedy opponent." Yang Fan exclaimed.

Thirteen aunts agree and feel very much.

"You, you, you have entered the mansion of Zhumen and the shabby courtyard of the village. Not only are the golden bottles overflowing with the royal family, but also the rough bowls filled with the farmers. I want you for sorrow, and I want you for joy.

"When the gold bulletin was inscribed, the exiled prisoners, the down-and-out literati and poker, and the high-ranking court officials were all your confidants."

"Your partner, even the death row prisoner who is about to go on the road, wants you to say goodbye."

"Because of you, how many important things have been delayed."

"Because of you, how many injustices have been made."

"Because of you, how many anecdotes have come alive."

"Because of you, how many masterpieces have been produced."

"More because of you, how many souls are broken."

"Really, you have success and you have failure. You have life and you have death."

"You are the nectar that pours out your sorrows and sorrows, you are also poor, and you are rich, and thousands of households can't live without you."

(End of this chapter)