Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland Chapter 889 - 889 890 Dancing together this late at night

Chapter 889: Chapter 890: Dancing together this late at night? Chapter 889: Chapter 890: Dancing together this late at night? Robert looked at ng Yunhan with a smile, “ngng, you go to sleep, I’ll have a hearty drink with Yun Hao, it’s been a long ti since I’ve had such a satisfying drink.”

I’ve always wanted to get drunk for a while.

ng Yunhan wanted to say sothing, but Yun Hao ca back with the drinks.

“Robert, the drinks are here.”

ng Yunhan had a grim expression, “Aren’t you cold?”

Isn’t getting drunk uncomfortable?

“Honey, you go to sleep, I’ll drink with Robert, go to sleep.” Yun Hao looked at ng Yunhan, suddenly beca much gentler, and even giggled as he spoke.

“Go on, go on,” waved Robert to ng Yunhan.

ng Yunhan stoked the fire, “Then I’ll go to sleep first.”

As soon as ng Yunhan left, the two n started drinking up.

“Last ti, you saved my wife, cheers to you.”

The two poured themselves a drink each.

“I just did what ca naturally.”

Yun Hao didn’t care about that, “Here, let toast you again.”

The two went back and forth, finally Robert was drunk to the point of collapse.

And Yun Hao wasn’t much better off.

Old man Zhao woke up, planning to set off firecrackers, heard that the lights in the main house were still on, knowing they were still drinking.

“Dad, he’s drunk.” Yun Hao’s whole body swayed as he walked.

It took a lot of effort for Old man Zhao to help Robert into the room and cover him with a blanket.

“Ahao…”

“I’m going to my room, I’m going to my room.” Yun Hao was also drunk, just not passed out like Robert, and now drunkenly less severe.

“Wife, wife, I’m back, I’m back.” As soon as Yun Hao entered the room, he closed the door behind him and started taking off his clothes.

ng Yunhan, half asleep, heard a noise, initially baffled, then opened her eyes to see the drunken person now stripped down to a tank top and shorts.

“Hurry and get into bed.” Fearing he might get cold, you pulled him into bed, but he didn’t move, just stood there.

“Wife, do I look good?”

ng Yunhan was almost scared stiff?

Is he truly drunk?

“Wife, do I look good?”

ng Yunhan was speechless, good-looking or not, aren’t you cold?

She could only placate him, “You look good, you look good.”

“Wife, let’s dance together then?”

Dance?

Dancing together this late at night?

ng Yunhan hadn’t even reacted before she was picked up.

They danced for a while, then started singing. The sound of fireworks going off prevented their singing from carrying too far.

After what felt like a long torture, ng Yunhan lay exhausted on the bed not moving an inch, resolved not to let Yun Hao drink anymore.

This drunkenness was torture for her.

Trying out moves she’d never dared before.

Dancing, doing splits, flinging her up in the air—she was really scared he wouldn’t catch her.

After sobering up, Yun Hao massaged his slightly swollen head, looking at his wife sleeping soundly next to him.

What ti is it now?

“Wife, wife.”

Hearing this voice, ng Yunhan subconsciously said, “I’m not coming, I’m not coming.”

Yun Hao thought it was about being intimate as a couple, unaware it was about sothing else.

“Wife, it’s morning.”

ng Yunhan opened one eye to peek outside, it really was morning, then suddenly sat up, glaring at the root cause of her trouble.

If it weren’t for him, would she be this exhausted now?

Flipping her in the air, making her do splits, all these were nothing, but being flung in the air really scared her.