Wang Dagogzi from the neighboring village?
What the hell is that?
It seemed this person was really drunk, and quite heavily at that.
Fu Lanshen frowned imperceptibly and continued, "I'll give you another chance, who am I?"
Mu Qingli looked at him, her big eyes blinking, then suddenly, she slapped Fu Lanshen's face, "You're Wang Dagogzi!"
The slap was crisp; Fu Lanshen's face turned red.
The next second, Mu Qingli realized something was wrong. She shook her head, trying to sober up, and with her hands holding Fu Lanshen's face she said, "No, you're not Wang Dagogzi, who are you then?"
At these words, Fu Lanshen felt a bit better.
Of course!
How could he possibly be Wang Dagogzi?
Does Wang Dagogzi look as handsome as he does?
Mu Qingli held Fu Lanshen's face, kneading and pinching it like someone kneading dough, mumbling all the while, still unable to guess who the damn man in front of her really was...
Soon, Fu Lanshen's head was kneaded into a bird's nest hairdo.
