The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 89

After Shen Weimin finished speaking, he subtly felt the chill drop a few degrees, and Ye Qingshui's eyes suddenly became a bit... scary.

    Ye Qingshui's expression froze after listening, and there was an unspeakable subtlety in his heart.

    Xie Tingyu... has never been drunk when he grows up!

    What happened to him in his last life?

    Ye Qingshui thought of a possibility, her ears "buzzed", and the blood all over her body rushed upstream and rushed to her face.

    Xie Tingyu deceived her in her previous life.

    She always thought that he was out of control after drinking and didn't remember anything about that night, but in fact it was not. He was not drunk at all that night.

    Xie Tingyu turned around again, and his handsome face had already brought a little drink.

    He hadn't realized the change of Ye Qingshui.

    He sat back to his seat, with a spring breeze still on his face, he said to his wife, "They are so noisy, I drank a lot of wine..."

    Although the smile on Xie Tingyu's face was very weak, his heart was never before. Some are splendid. Today, the college entrance examination is over, and the one who is happy is to get the certificate from the wife.

    The so-called people are refreshed on happy occasions, and drinking is even more of a problem.

    If the relationship between two people can go further, it would be even better.

    He put his hand on his wife's shoulder casually, and leaned his head quietly on her shoulder inadvertently, "a little dizzy."

    Shen Weimin, who was pouring wine on the side, looked stunned.

    Wouldn't the conscience hurt if the wine jar said such words?

    He resisted the blurted words, and silently swallowed them into his stomach.

    You can't live by committing sins, and Brother Yu probably doesn't know that his drinking has been exposed.

    At this time, Shen Weimin felt that he should pretend to be deaf and dumb, and his pouring action was quicker.

    "Brother Yu, come, let's have another bowl, how can you stop if you don't have a good drink."

    Because Xie Tingyu built a few biogas digesters in the village, he solved the problem of using lights for the educated youth. Wherever the educated youth are willing to let him go, they can't thank him for thanking him.

    Moutai is a high-end wine, and there is usually no chance to drink such a good wine. The educated youth are reluctant to drink, but they are very enthusiastic to Xie Tingyu.

    "Yes, Comrade Xie, this cup must be yours."

    "Deep feelings and bored. Comrade Xie drank this bowl, I respect you!"

    "I hope we can do well in the exam this year, and it is best to pass the exam. University! Done this cup!" With the

    sumptuous meals and the intoxicating aroma of wine, everyone started talking and chatting enthusiastically.

    Liu Yiliang said: "The days are getting more and more hopeful now. Although I may fail this year, but the college entrance examination is restored, I will continue to register next year!"

    He smiled heartily, showing white teeth.

    Zhou Tingting said: "Don't say that, I think we are very hopeful. We reviewed a month earlier than others, and others are no better than us on this point alone."