After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Song Zhi drove here alone, and it's not easy to find a driver around here.

Bao Hanshi injured his right hand and could not drive.

She was drunk, and indeed no one would take her home unless...

Song Zhi looked at Qiao Yu: "I'm drunk, could you please Miss Qiao send me off?"

Nan Chu: "..."

How can this woman be so shameless? ?

Smoke was everywhere on the dining table.

Qiao Yu was calm and happy: "Okay, let's see it off."

Nan Chu looked at Qiao Yu with wide eyes: "..."

"If you get drunk, stay one night. There are plenty of guest rooms!"

As soon as Bo Hanshi said these words, everyone at the table was stunned.

Even Song Zhi was shocked, good guy, you are playing so big!

Bo Hanshi's black eyes were filled with coldness. He looked at Qiao Yu and gritted his teeth and said, "Mother Zhang, take out the 53-degree Maotai from my wine cabinet!"

"Sir, how many bottles do you want?"

"Five people, five bottles!"

Zhang Ma gasped: "..."

Will this...will kill people?

Zhang Ma felt that the atmosphere was strange inexplicably, and she subconsciously looked at the hostess of the house, Qiao Yu.

As if to say to Qiao Yu, sir, you are fooling around, madam, do you want to take care of it?

But Qiao Yu said lightly: "Mother Zhang, go and get it. It's rare to have a few friends here as guests. Sir, I'm happy."

Lu Zhilu sat aside, took a piece of watermelon, and watched the fire from the other side.

"I don't want to accompany you. I only drink red ones. I drank enough of Maotai when I was a child. I don't like the taste."

Nan Chu: "You are the driver. No matter what wine you drink, you are not allowed to drink red wine."

How could he drive her home when he was drunk?

Lu Zhilu looked at her and leaned back in his chair, sitting casually and lazily, staring at her playfully——

Wasn't it because she was divorcing him a few days ago? Why, now she's not allowed to drink the red wine.

Does that matter?

Nan Chu felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and quickly looked away.

Just listen to Lu Zhilu say slowly: "Okay, don't drink, I will eat melon."

"..."

After saying that, he took another slice of watermelon.

A watermelon fruit plate was placed on his side.

Little Xiangsi stretched out her little hand and grabbed it, "I want to eat melon too!"

Lu Zhilu took a piece of watermelon, handed it to little Xiangsi, and joked: "Let's eat the melon together!"

Little Xiangsi grabbed a piece of watermelon and took a bite, "It's so sweet!"

Lu Zhilu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Xiangsi, Uncle Lu will test you. Do you know which melon is the sweetest?"

Little Xiangsi shook her little head and said, "Of course the melon in my hand is the sweetest!"

"You're so smart. Then Uncle Lu will test you again. Do you know which melon is the least sweet?"

Little Xiangsi frowned and thought for a long time, then pointed with her little hand: "The melon in your hand is not sweet."

Lu Zhilu: "..."

Damn it, a child turned an entire army against him!

Bo Hanshi sneered, "Xiangsi is right, the melon in your Uncle Lu's hand is the least sweet. Do you know why?"

"Why duck?"

Bo Hanshi made a last-ditch attack, "Because the melon in his hand is a twisted melon."

Nan Chu almost laughed out loud.

"..."

Lu Zhilu glared at her with a dark face, took another piece of watermelon, and took a vicious bite: "The melon isn't sweet, but I'll be happy if I twist it off."

Nan Chu: "..."

Twist it off if you don't like it, just for fun.

Needless to say, Lu Zhilu is a bad person.

Soon, Zhang Ma brought over five bottles of Maotai, as well as a wine dispenser and a wine glass.

Qiao Yu opened the wine himself.

One bottle for Song Zhi and one bottle for Nan Chu.

Sitting opposite Bohan, Liangliang said: "Open another bottle."

Qiao Yu was stunned. He drank too?

"You can't drink because your arm is injured..."

The voice did not fall.

Bo Hanshi had already interrupted in a cold voice: "You won't die if you drink it."

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, OK, open it.

She not only opened the wine for him, but also helped him pour 200 ml of wine into the wine dispenser.

Lu Zhilu looked at this posture and clicked his tongue: "If you keep doing this, I'm going to be greedy."

Qiao Yu suddenly said: "You can drink if you want. Anyway, Mr. Bo's villa has many guest rooms. Staying in one is a good place to stay, and staying in three is also good."

When she said this, her tone was no longer as dull as before, and there was an emotion in it that was difficult to detect.

Song Zhi had been observing her and caught this emotion.

She curled her red lips, raised a glass of white wine, and extended an invitation: "Why don't you have a drink, Miss Qiao?"

When you drink a little, your emotions are easily exposed, and it is easy for others to spy on your inner feelings.

Bo Hanshi stopped him and said, "She is allergic to alcohol and cannot drink."

"That's it."

Song Zhigang gave up.

Qiao Yu curled her lips, "There's nothing I can't drink. Since Miss Song wants to have a drink with me, let's have a drink."

Previously, she had a severe alcohol allergy.

But I don’t know why, after being exposed to alcohol several times, although I am still allergic, it is not as severe as before.

If you drink one cup, you will at most get bumps on your body and itchiness for a few days.

She poured herself a glass, and Bo Han stood up and strangled her wrist.

"Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu pushed his hand away and drank the white cup in his hand regardless of his stop.

After drinking, the wine glass was tipped upside down, not a drop left.

She looked at Song Zhi and said, "Miss Song, I've finished drinking. It's your turn."

Song Zhi became interested in the woman in front of him.

Qiao Yu was really as careless as Bao Hanshi.

If you are allergic to alcohol, you still dare to drink [-]% Moutai? ?

She finally understood why Bo Hanshi had been obsessed with Qiao Yu for so many years.

This woman is so cruel.

If you are ruthless to yourself, you are ruthless enough to treat Bo Han.

At first glance, Qiao Yu looks soft and weak, but his temperament is actually the same as that of Bo Hanshi.

Qiao Yu drank so happily.

Song Zhi naturally agreed, poured a full cup, and felt stuffy in the same breath.

Nan Chu: "Hey, we agreed to drink with me. What did you and Qiao Yu drink? Did you bully Qiao Yu about his alcohol allergy?"

Song Zhi poured another glass and raised his glass to Nan Chu.

"Miss Nan, let's drink this cup."

At the wine table, it just happened again and again.

Everyone drank a lot.

Qiao Yu sat there, with a few faint red spots appearing on her fair neck. She subconsciously reached out and scratched them.

Little Xiangsi on the side said: "Mom, your neck is red!"

"It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

Bo Hanshi couldn't stand it anymore and stood up suddenly.

He walked around the dining table and strode up to Qiao Yu in front of everyone.

Qiao Yu felt dizzy, and a shadow suddenly fell over him.

She raised her head slowly.

She saw Bo Hanshi's eyes staring at her gloomily. Before she could speak, her wrist was already held by the man.

"Go put some ointment on."

Bo Hanshi forcibly took Qiao Yu away.

Song Zhi leaned back on his chair and said with emotion when he saw this scene: "It's so domineering..."

Nanchu thought she was envious and jealous, so he sneered, "Mr. Bo has never been domineering to Miss Song? That's a pity. It means that Mr. Bo doesn't like you. Miss Song, you are so strong-willed and not sweet!"

Song Zhi is also very powerful.

She looked at Nan Chu and then at Lu Zhilu, her eyes wandering between them with a smile.

Nanchu felt uncomfortable being stared at by such observing eyes, "What are you looking at?"

Song Zhi stood up unsteadily and sighed: "It's an occupational disease. I always like to observe people."

After saying that, she walked in the direction of Bo Hanshi and Qiao Yu.

When passing by Nan Chu, she deliberately patted Nan Chu on the shoulder and said, "You and your husband are a perfect match!"

"Who is worthy of him!"

After Nanchu drank, his temper got worse, so he subconsciously retorted.

Song Zhi just smiled softly and walked away.

But Lu Zhilu, who was sitting opposite Nan Chu, stared at her with a sullen expression and gritted his teeth: "In what way am I unworthy of you?"