What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 95 Ruined My "Good Girlfriend" 03
Zheng Nanyang was depressed, and he used alcohol to relieve his worries. Fu Qiao watched him drink frequently without any fear of getting drunk, and persuaded him even harder.

There was no need for Zheng Nanyang to do it himself. On the table, the appetizers she made specially for wine were continuously placed in the bowl in front of Zheng Nanyang. Fu Che didn't stop until a small mountain bun bulged in the bowl.

"Husband? You're drunk, why don't we stop drinking?" Fu Kai held the chopsticks in his right hand, and his left hand touched the wine glass in Zheng Nanyang's hand, biting the tip of the chopsticks in his mouth, he asked Zheng Nanyang tentatively.

As she spoke, she wanted to take the wine glass, but how could Zheng Nanyang let him?
What drunkard would admit to being drunk and hand over his glass?

At least people like Zheng Nanyang won't.

He tugged viciously with the hand holding the wine glass, and he didn't even notice that the wine in the glass spilled on his hand because of his violent pretentiousness.

"Go away, I'm not drunk, I can still drink."

Fu Che didn't want to stop him at first, upon hearing what he said, he immediately withdrew his hand, wiped the wine stains on his body, curled his lips, put down his chopsticks and gave him more wine.

"Husband, today is us...you drink more today," Fu Qiao originally wanted to mention the wedding anniversary again, but after thinking about it, Zheng Nanyang didn't worry about the anniversary when he was still sober, and he was even more worried about drinking now. If he's drunk, it's better to let him drink more directly.

After all, he could only hear the words "drink more" now.

Zheng Nanyang didn't drink many more cups, and fell down on the table drunkenly, and Fu Kai carried out the same thing she had done in the previous two worlds—carrying drunks.

Fu Che: I'm really a mediocre little drunk genius.

"Hmm..." Zheng Nanyang was thrown heavily from the bed and hit the hard plank bed. He couldn't help but groaned, rubbed his body on the bed, and fell asleep again.

"Husband?" Fu Qiao patted his face, tugged at his ears, leaned closer to his ear and said loudly, "Husband!"

Zheng Nanyang didn't respond.

Fu Qiao stretched out another finger, put it under his nose, and sniffed his breath.

With the steady heat hitting his fingers, Fu Qiao waited for another half a minute before making sure that Zheng Nanyang was really fast asleep.She moved her hand away, wiped Zheng Nanyang's white shirt in disgust, and was about to get out of bed to get the hemp rope.

As soon as she turned around, Zheng Nanyang grabbed her wrist, and Fu Qi suddenly turned around in fright, looking at him nervously.

Seeing that Zheng Nanyang's eyes were still closed, he heard him say vaguely: "Fuck, stinky bitch, I really want a son, give me one quickly..."

Fu Qiao threw his hand away abruptly, bent down with a sneer, and took out the hemp rope from under the bed.

Heh, dog man.He deserved the life of a sonless man!

Fu Chang followed what he had learned before, and tied Zheng Nanyang's hands and feet with hemp rope. After making sure that he couldn't break free, he slowly got up and turned around to clean up the mess on the table outside.

Zheng Nanyang woke up in the middle of the night. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt his throat was so dry that he couldn't even speak, "Shu..."

As soon as he uttered a word, he noticed that something seemed wrong: Why can't he move his hands and feet?

There was no light in the room, and the darkness further magnified the panic and fear in Zheng Nanyang's heart. He didn't care about the dryness of his throat at the moment, and shouted in fear: "Shulan? Shulan...where are you?"

There was no other room in the house, but fortunately the bed was big enough, so Fu Shu rested on the other side of the bed.Listening to Zheng Nanyang's shout, Fu Shu reached out and fumbled for the light cord, pulled it down, and with a "click" sound, the room was suddenly illuminated.

"What's wrong, husband?" Fu Qiao was still lying down, and asked in a dazed voice before he woke up, without any intention of getting up.

Zheng Nanyang was lying with his back to Fu Shen. When he heard Fu Shen's voice coming from behind, the panic and uneasiness in his heart dropped a lot.

It would be nice if Fu Che was here, but luckily she was still here.

He struggled to move on the bed, turned his head back as much as possible, and begged Fu Che: "My wife, am I tied up? Can you untie me?"

Zheng Nanyang's chaotic head just woke up did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

Seeing Zheng Nanyang rubbing his hands on the bed like a maggot, Fu Qing was suddenly awakened from half of his sleepiness by laughing.

"You're tied up," Fu Che teased.

"Then untie it for me quickly, I want to drink water!" Zheng Nanyang hurriedly urged, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Fuck, why is Fu Qiao so blind, he is tied up and he doesn't know how to untie him?

Fu Qi was speechless: Isn't this Zheng Nanyang a fool, so brainless?He and himself are the only two people in the house. How can a third person do it if he is tied up?He actually let her untie it for him.

Are you out of your mind or out of your mind?
"I don't understand, I spent a lot of time tying it up, why should I untie it?" Fu Che snorted coldly, and pulled the light cord again.

The light in the room suddenly went out, and the fear in Zheng Nanyang's heart surged into his heart again. The difference from before was that anger was still burning in his heart now.

"Fuck, Jiang Shulan, quickly untie it for me!"

When Fu Qiao said that, what else did Zheng Nanyang not understand?Co-authoring her acting like a baby today is just to set up this situation for him, to get revenge on him, right?
"Jiang Shulan! Damn you bitch! Untie it quickly!"

"You don't understand, don't you? When I untie it myself, I will definitely beat you to death, you stinky bitch!"

Zheng Nanyang, who didn't get a response, cursed vigorously there, and rubbed the rope in his hand several times, but all ended in vain.

"Jiang Shulan! Jiang Shulan, please untie it quickly! I need to go to the toilet!"

"My mother, hurry up, I have to go to the bathroom!"

Zheng Nanyang was still chattering and shouting, Fu Che, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again in the darkness, "Shut up!"

This time it was an even more angry voice than Zheng Nanyang.

The light in the room was turned on again, and Zheng Nanyang thought that Fu Che had bowed his head in compromise, and hurriedly said: "Quickly, quickly untie it."

But there was no movement behind him.

"If you want to go to the bathroom, go there. At worst, I'll sleep in the living room later." Fu Qiao sighed, thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I'll go to the living room to sleep now. You can have fun here by yourself."

Fu Qiao got out of bed, walked up to Zheng Nanyang, and looked at him.With a gloomy and ugly face, she casually took out a pair of socks that should belong to Zheng Nanyang from the cabinet next to the bed, pinched Zheng Nanyang's cheeks, and stuffed them in.

"I advise you to calm down now. It's best to sleep well and don't make any noise. Let's have a good talk tomorrow morning?" Fu Shen suddenly turned away from Zheng Nanyang's face and shook his hand in disgust.

"Uh...uh..."

Zheng Nanyang's mouth was blocked, and he could only make a small whimpering sound, and his body was still writhing restlessly on the bed, trying to do something.

But his actions were of no use either to his tied hands or to dealing with Yu.

Fu Che gave him an indifferent back and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)