Chapter 2015 Disgusting the Smell of Zhao Wenshui

Huo Chunhua ignored Zhao Wenshui and left the house.

"Mother, don't go, mother..." Zhao Wenshui shouted a few times, but Huo Chunhua still ignored him.

Zhao Wenshui lay on the bed with some grievances, thinking that the old Zhao family was really heartless.

Everyone else was outside the yard to join in the fun, and every now and then there would be bursts of laughter.

Zhao Wenshui felt even more uncomfortable listening to this voice, secretly scolding these people for real.

He lay pitifully inside the house, while those people were very happy outside.

The scent wafting in from the kitchen was stronger now.

Zhao Wenshui couldn't stay in bed anymore, he had to go out to the table and have a feast, otherwise he wouldn't be greedy.

He didn't believe that Zhao Wenshi and Feng Changxia, on today's happy day, would even bother with him and prevent him from drinking at the table.

Zhao Wenshui got up from the bed with some difficulty, accidentally touched his arm, and grimaced in pain.

Zhao Wenshui took a deep breath and walked outside the room.

At this time, there were many people in the old Zhao's yard, and when they saw Zhao Wenshui appear in such a tragic state, they all pointed at Zhao Wenshui and started talking.

"What happened to this Zhao Wenshui? How did it become like this?"

"Yeah, wouldn't it be someone who was offended and beaten?"

"Who knows, but what did he do when he was injured like this?"

"You're not going out for a drink, are you?"

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Zhao Wenshui ignored the arguments of these people, and shamelessly found a table with several men and sat down.

You can only drink alcohol when you sit at a man's table, and can he, a big man, squeeze with a few wives?

As soon as Zhao Wenshui sat down, the sour smell from his body got into the nostrils of several men.

The man in the bed frowned in disgust.

Being smoked by this kind of food, how can they eat vegetables after a while? As soon as I smell it, I feel disgusting, let alone move my chopsticks.

"Zhao Wenshui, you have been injured and it is inconvenient to eat food, why are you still serving it?" A man said euphemistically, if he said it too directly, he was afraid of hurting people and embarrassing Zhao Wenshui.

However, Zhao Wenshui didn't understand the meaning of the man's words, and waved his hand as if he didn't care, "What's the matter? The body is injured, not the mouth, but it's okay to eat something and drink a bit of wine. of."

The man frowned, it seemed that Zhao Wenshui didn't mean to leave.

He couldn't help but continued to say, "But if you are tossing around like this, what if we accidentally run into each other and you are injured? What if you want me to decide not to serve it on the table, so as not to hurt yourself."

Zhao Wenshui continued to mutter something nonchalantly, "It's alright, it's alright! Can something happen! Be careful, don't you just stay away from me? Let me take a seat by myself."

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The men on the table were a little speechless when they saw Zhao Wenshui, wondering why Zhao Wenshui couldn't be a little self-aware, and he had to come over to respond to them when his body stinks like this.

The straight-hearted person replied directly, "Zhao Wenshui, you have a strong smell on your body, and you are smoking us. Why don't you move your seat? I can't drink at the same table with you!"

"Me too, I can't stand it!" Another man pinched his nose and replied with disgust.