Chapter 568: The Pretty Xi Meizhu

After the New Year's Eve dinner, two of the three women were drunk. The only ones left were the busy Xi Meizhu and the bored me.

Seeing Chen Meng's message, I thought for a moment and decided to keep the phone off.

Xi Meizhu, having finished cleaning up, urged me to take a bath, saying that after the bath, I should change into new clothes, and the time that followed would be for me to spend alone.

She helped me get new clothes, even the underwear was new. These things, which should have been done by my wife Huang Weiwei, were now all done by her.

Snoring came from my mother's room, which made me feel overjoyed. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time!

Huang Weiwei in my bedroom was like a drunken begonia, with a smile on her face, also sleeping incomparably soundly. My son was in the small bed beside ours, his bright eyes wide open, looking at me without crying or making a fuss.

I leaned down, kissed his tender little face, and happily went into the bathroom to take a bath.

When I finished washing and came out, Xi Meizhu came in with clothes to wash. Before entering the door, she waved at me and called me over, saying, "Brother, watch Niannian; when he wakes up, it will be time to feed him."

I agreed readily, smoked a cigarette on the balcony, and then entered the bedroom.

Seeing me, my son made a few "woo-woo" sounds and began to cry.

I hurriedly picked him up and pressed him against my chest, feeling as warm as if I were holding a ball of fire. My son's crying brought Xi Meizhu's shout, "Brother, the milk bottle is warming in the magnetic jar; take it for Niannian to drink."

I hurriedly found the milk bottle, tested the temperature against my lips, and stuffed it into my son's mouth.

As soon as the nipple entered his mouth, the little guy immediately stopped. I scolded, "Little glutton."

Just as I was feeling smug, my son firmly spat out the nipple and began to cry loudly.

I shouted helplessly, "Meizhu, he won't drink it."

Xi Meizhu said from the bathroom, "Did he pee? Check if the diaper is wet."

Putting down the milk bottle, I went to check the diaper; it was dry, not wet at all, so clearly he hadn't peed.

My son's crying woke Huang Weiwei. She half-opened her eyes, looked at me sleepily, stretched out her hands, and shouted, "Husband, where's our son?"

I hurriedly hugged him over, and strangely enough, as soon as my son was in his mother's arms, he stopped crying and opened his little mouth to root around everywhere.

"My son is hungry," she murmured.

I stood by the bed watching the mother and son, feeling a sense of peace in my heart.

The door was pushed open, and Xi Meizhu, who entered, saw Huang Weiwei breastfeeding at a glance and screamed, "You can't feed him."

She rushed over in one stride, wanting to take the child from Huang Weiwei's arms.

"Sister-in-law, you've been drinking; there must be alcohol in the milk, which is bad for the child," she said, signaling Huang Weiwei to let go.

Huang Weiwei refused, glared at Xi Meizhu, and said, "I want to."

Xi Meizhu looked at me helplessly, so I had to say, "Wife, don't feed him, let him drink milk."

Huang Weiwei had always been obedient to my words; she said helplessly, "Husband, our son won't drink milk, what should we do?"

I comforted her, "It's okay, he'll get used to it if he drinks it more."

My son's little mouth let out a sharp cry as soon as it left. Huang Weiwei said with a pained heart, "Let's not do it."

I didn't agree with her, handed the crying son to Xi Meizhu, and said, "Meizhu, it's up to you."

Xi Meizhu carried my son out to the living room. I sat by the bed, hugging the incomparably lazy Huang Weiwei, and said, "Wife, are you going to sleep more?"

She said "um" and said, "Husband, I feel like I have no strength at all."

I smiled, "Because you're drunk, naturally you have no strength."

"Husband," she murmured, "I want you to help me."

I kissed her forehead lightly, turned off the lights, opened the door, and came to the living room.

My son was no longer crying in Xi Meizhu's arms. Although he seemed to be rejecting the milk bottle, he clearly couldn't beat Xi Meizhu's persistence, so he had to quietly lick the nipple, making a heart-trembling "woo-woo" sound.

Seeing me come out, Xi Meizhu smiled and said, "Sister-in-law is asleep?"

I nodded and said, "She drank too much tonight."

"Sister-in-law is happy," Xi Meizhu said with a smile, "This is the first time I've seen sister-in-law drink; she's quite impressive."

"Impressive my foot, she's drunk like a shrimp." I sat down beside her and turned on the TV, preparing to watch the gala.

She turned to look at me, reached out to pull a tissue from the box on the coffee table, handed it to me, and pursed her lips with a smile, "Wipe it."

I asked suspiciously, "Wipe what?"

She made a wiping motion at her lips. The scene in the bedroom suddenly jumped into my mind, and I panicked, hurriedly taking the tissue from her hand and wiping my mouth in a mess.

She giggled, her face looking incomparably pretty under the lights.

My heart moved, and I opened my fingers to pinch the back of her neck, saying, "Still laughing."

She put her finger to her lips, made a "shush" motion, pointed at my bedroom, and shook her hands in a panic.

I understood what she was saying; she was afraid Huang Weiwei would hear.

I whispered, "She's asleep."

She pointed to the child in her arms again. I looked, and my son was already asleep in the crook of her arm.

"I'll send him to sleep." She stood up, looked at me, her eyes full of smiles.

The gala had already started for a while; on this day of national celebration, the world was peaceful.

Before long, Xi Meizhu walked out of my bedroom gently. She closed the door, walked straight to my side, sat down, turned her head to look at me, and said, "What do you want to do?"

Smelling the fresh fragrance on her body and feeling the strong visual impulse she brought, I was almost lost in confusion.

Xi Meizhu seemed to see through my thoughts; she moved a little further away from me, but curled her legs up on the sofa.

She was as beautiful as ever, and seemed to still retain the lightness of the mountains. Ten years of city life didn't seem to have changed her much; she still gave people the impression of a girl next door.

She was wearing a nightgown, and the curves of her calves under the hem of the skirt were beautiful and agile.

Her eyes were fixed on the TV, but her breathing was clearly much heavier, and the flush on her face was as brilliant as the sunset.

When the midnight bell rang, she stood up and brought a tray of firecrackers, saying, "Brother, it's time to close the wealth door."

I opened the door, and my ears were filled with the sound of firecrackers one after another. The city began to boil at midnight. Every household was praying for good luck in the New Year, family harmony, and great wealth.

Just like setting off firecrackers for the New Year's Eve dinner, I ran toward the room in a panic as soon as I lit the fuse.

The sound of firecrackers behind me was earth-shattering, and Xi Meizhu, standing beside me, looked at me with bright eyes; the world was so beautiful, and life was so happy. I couldn't help but open my arms and hold her to my chest. ===== CHAPTER 569 =====