At this moment, Yang Yongqing was lying on his back by the bedside. His mouth was like a barrel. A steady stream of 'pig food' poured out of his mouth. A large amount of pig food soon accumulated on the ground.

beach.

After being baptized by gastric acid, these things were further fermented to produce a rancid smell that made people numb their scalp. The smell of low-quality alcohol was mixed with it, and the rat that came out to look for food in the corner was so smoked that it turned around and crawled into the rat hole.

Several people in the same room were dumbfounded.

Mrs. Tan slapped her legs and jumped three feet high, her brows stood up like two chopsticks, and her face was covered with a black blame.

"My Lord Ditian, what are you really afraid of? Qing boy, you are a bitch, I will strangle you to death!"

Tan transformed into a whirlwind old girl and rushed towards the bed before Yang Huamei and the three girls could react, her sharp nails glowing with cold light.

Suddenly his bare feet stepped on something warm and greasy. Tan secretly screamed, waving his hands and falling backwards.

"Milk!"

"mother!"

The third girl and Yang Huamei exclaimed almost at the same time. The third girl, who was slightly closer to Tan, dropped her soup bowl in desperation and ran over to help Tan.

"Miscellaneous, how are you?" The third girl asked worriedly, looking up and down at Mrs. Tan.

The body did not fall to the ground, but the feet were too scary...

Yang Huamei also rushed to Tan's side at this time and helped Tan to stand upright.

"Mom, why are you running around without wearing shoes?" Yang Huamei looked helpless and slightly blamed.

It's just that he didn't wear shoes, and he was so reckless and careless. If the three girls hadn't been quick enough to catch him in time, he would probably have broken his back.

If you hit the back of your head, you'll be in even greater trouble.

"Ah ah ah, my feet, my feet, my feet are going to rot..."

Mrs. Tan came back to her senses, put her arms on the shoulders of San Yatou and Yang Huamei, jumped around with her feet on the ground, and yelled so loudly that the roof was almost overturned.

The third girl and Yang Huamei were shaken from side to side and almost fell down.

The two coaxed patiently, and finally lifted Mrs. Tan back to sit on the stool. The three girls went to the kitchen opposite to fetch water to wash Mrs. Tan's feet, while Yang Huamei went to the yard at the door to get a broom and dustpan. Of course, in

Before this, the stove bottom ash was indispensable, otherwise it would be impossible to clean it, and it would all stick to the broom and spread all over the house.

During the division of labor between the two of them, Tan was sitting on the stool with her feet dangling in the air. It didn't matter whether Yang Yongqing was awake or drunk. Anyway, Yang Yongqing was cursed from his hair to his toenails, from his brain to his bone marrow.

All over.

Yang Yongqing didn't know how much he drank and how much he ate. He lay there vomiting for a while, rested for a while, rested for a while, and then vomited again.

There was a large area of ​​dirt next to the cool bed, and it was even stained on the cool bed.

Tan's eyes were blind, but his ears were good. Hearing this series of big movements and smelling the pungent sour odor, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

As more and more filth was spit out, Yang Yongqing's alcoholism gradually faded away.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes to look at Mrs. Tan. In his eyes, Mrs. Tan turned into countless afterimages superimposed on each other.

He grinned stupidly, raised a finger and gestured in front of his eyes: "Hey, there are so many breasts, one, two, three... ugh..."

Before I could count to five, my stomach felt turbulent again.

Listening to the heartbreaking sound of vomiting, Tan's face turned green.
Chapter completed!