one night love

Auntie Fang gave Lin Zifeng the chicken leg in the soup bowl, and asked softly, "Xiaofeng, does your face still hurt?"

Lin Zifeng shook his head again and again: "It's okay, it's okay."

"It's okay." Fang Yue was angry, and reached out to touch it, but was afraid of hurting him. "You eat first, and I'll find you an ice pack to apply after eating."

"Okay," Lin Zifeng kicked him under the table and whispered, "I'm really fine."

Fang Yue frowned, didn't say anything, gnawed on the braised pig's trotter in her bowl, and picked some good dishes for Lin Zifeng from time to time.

Lin Zifeng didn't understand what was going on, so he could do whatever he wanted, thinking that no matter what, even if it was a meal, he would have to eat.

He drank the chicken soup in the bowl, and secretly looked at Mr. Fang.This old man is really like what Mo Xiaobei said, he has a bad temper and beats people.However, after Fang Yue entered the door, the conversation between the two of them was a little subtle, especially Fang Yue's "daughter-in-law", which really confused him.

What happened this week?

After eating a bowl of hot chicken soup, Lao Fang concocted a bottle of Moutai out of nowhere.

"I've hidden the wine for so many years. I originally wanted to use it for the little bastard's wedding," he muffled, "Forget it, I can't count on it in this life, and it's annoying to keep it at home. Why don't you just drink it today."

Lin Zifeng swallowed his saliva.

Speaking of this, even an idiot should understand.It's just that the development of the plot was too fast, which caught him off guard.How can this tragic scene of beating mandarin ducks and parting life and death be gone?This family doesn't play their cards according to the routine...

He looked at the deep and shallow wrinkles on the old man's face, nodded, took the bottle of Moutai and opened the cap.

Looked up again, silly.

What does it mean that the old man took out two teacups?Drink from a teacup?

He tried his best to calm himself down, and cast a look of help to Fang Yue.It's not that he's afraid of drinking, nor is he afraid of getting drunk, but he knows that he has the virtue of insane drinking, if he can't control it all at once, then it's okay?

Fang Yue was obviously more nervous than him.

"It's almost meaningless," he stretched out his hand to stop his father, "change to a smaller cup."

"Fuck off," Lao Fang was annoyed, and pushed him away with an elbow, "It's none of your business, give it to me."

Grabbing the wine bottle from Lin Zifeng's hand, he poured two glasses full.

"My kid, he's a stickler. He hasn't been very worry-free since he was a child. If he decides on something, he will focus on it until the end." Lao Fang put the teacup in front of Lin Zifeng, "You two... this kind of thing is in our hands. From the perspective of this generation, it is disgraceful... I can't say the word agree."

As he spoke, he picked up his cup and took a big gulp.

Lin Zifeng took a sneak peek, and a glass of wine was almost half gone.

Lao Fang glanced at him, and continued: "But no matter how you say it, my own child, I can't really cut off the relationship like in movies and TV... What's the use..."

Lin Zifeng felt a little sour when he listened.

"Both of you," Lao Fang lowered his head slightly, rubbing the corners of his eyes, "go through."

Lin Zifeng froze for a moment, a gust of hot air surged up from his chest and stuck in his throat.

Panic.

He held the teacup, lifted it up, and nibbled on the rim of the old square cup.

I moved my lips, and for a while I didn't know where to start.I didn't say anything at all, just raised my head and continued to work for more than half.

Fang Yue was taken aback by his actions.

"Take it easy," he looked at Lin Zifeng worriedly, this way of drinking is too stomach-ache.

Lin Zifeng shook his head and waved at him.He didn't have the energy to pay attention to Fang Yue at the moment, he grabbed his palms tightly, trying his best to suppress the emotion of wanting to HI.

Don't, don't, don't sing it out, while listening to Lao Fang's rambling, he kept warning himself with the little bit of reason left.

Lin Zifeng vomited twice, now hiccupping with wine, paralyzed on the big wooden bed of Fang Yue's house, his hands and feet were soft, his mind was confused, and he muttered for a long time, Fang Yue couldn't understand a single word .

"You said that you...have such a poor capacity for drinking and are still holding on, the old man deliberately poured you down." Fang Yue gently put her palm on his forehead and rubbed it, "It's thanks to you that you didn't go crazy with alcohol this time. But I can't stop you, just like you, you're a prodigal...you have to give my dad a boost and go to the hospital."

Lin Zifeng squinted his eyes, and the water in his eyes was rippling, as if it would overflow in the next second, and he didn't know if he listened or understood.

"Okay, go to sleep, stay here today and don't leave, let's go home together tomorrow," Fang Yue took his hand, kissed it, and placed it on her chest, "Don't worry, the dawn is ahead. "

Lin Zifeng tilted his head, unconsciously grinning at him.

Smiling and smiling, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Fang Yue looked at him for a while, then leaned over and kissed him.

"Little white rabbit, I really can't stand you."