Liu Miaomiao stood firm with the backrest of the sofa, reached out and pinched the pouting mouth of the roommate, and smiled, "What are you doing with your little mouth pouting all day long?" She smiled, far less natural than she thought.

"How about getting to my room tonight and replenish him?"

Liu Miaomiao smiled and shook her head: "He probably drank some wine outside and was drunk."

"That should be even more cool. After drinking, don't go home to sleep. You will vomit and scream. You are not his mother!"

Liu Miaomiao rubbed her roommate's face, looking like she didn't care about her childish suggestions.

The little roommate pouted, picked up her health teacup, and entered her bedroom with her braided braids.

Liu Miaomiao looked at her back and suddenly felt envious, envious of her that she could be so free and arrogant.

Seeing her roommate close the door, she walked towards her bedroom. The part she was wounded just now was painful, and she limped because of this.

When I opened the bedroom door, I saw Qualcomm in a good mood and was watching the burgundy liquid in the cup under the light.

Qualcomm turned around and smiled gracefully: "Tonight, we will not return without getting drunk!"

Liu Miaomiao lit her feet and walked in. Before she could get close to Qualcommda, she frowned first: "You really have a drink?"

Qualcommda swayed and walked towards Liu Miaomiao.

"Where did you drink it?"

Qualcommda was drunk and said in a vague way, "I just drank a little bit", while talking as he rushes towards Liu Miaomiao.

Liu Miaomiao flashed and avoided: "Is it foreign wine and carbonated drinks again?"

Qualcomm da rushed to the door, turned around, and burped at Liu Miaomiao on the side.

Liu Miaomiao stirred up the smell of alcohol and said unhappy: "You forgot that the doctor said last time that your stomach ulcer should not drink this kind of wine with the method? Carbonated drinks will allow the liquor to penetrate quickly, and produce stronger stimulation of the gastrointestinal tract, destroy the gastrointestinal mucosa, and even cause mucosal inflammation. You forgot that you last time..."

Qualcomm's brows became tighter and tighter, impatient: "Why are you all the same women?"

"We, women?" Liu Miaomiao asked almost word by word.

Qualcomm Da realized that he had lost his words and woke up for nearly half of his time. After thinking about it, he released his drunken look: "No! You, my mother, my breasts, you, women are nagging more and more!"

Liu Miaomiao's tense nerves relaxed, and the movement of helping Qualcomm Tongda became gentle.

Qualcommda still held the wine glass in his hand, hugged Liu Miaomiao, stuck her chin, and insisted on pouring wine into her mouth. Liu Miaomiao didn't like this reckless way of drinking, and while dodging, the bath towels tucked under her armpits were scattered.

Qualcommda's attention was diverted.

The wine glass was placed on the table, and half of the chassis was hanging on two staggered magazines, half hanging in the air. The two of them went in and out of the room and hit the table. The wine swayed, and the hanging wine glass was unbalanced and poured down, and the wine-colored liquid flowed on the white tabletop.

Liu Miaomiao was pushed back and suddenly, she was touched by the wounds of the tendons, and her face twitched uncontrollably.

"It hurts!" She took a breath of air conditioning.

Qualcomm ignored it.

Liu Miaomiao waved her head and avoided his drunken kiss.

The weight of his body gradually overturned.

She was unable to support her and had to lean back. However, her hamstring was damaged, her flexibility could not keep up, and she was not strong enough to support her, so she fell down with a bang.

Fortunately, there is a bed behind me.

Liu Miaomiao was in a false alarm and had already lost her appearance.

Qualcommda is the opposite.

He reached out to touch her legs.

"Hiss--It hurts so much!" Liu Miaomiao gasped and shouted.
Chapter completed!