He entered a wealthy family by mistake

The small family chatted a lot after the lively relationship, and even went back to the palace to have dinner together.

It was too late, so my uncle and aunt stayed in the palace for one night. My uncle was so happy that he drank too much and got drunk.

"I...I can still drink, still...I can still drink."

His uncle pushed away the knight who was holding him and went back to the dining room.

“I can’t even walk straight but I can still drink.”

The aunt slapped him on the back angrily and asked the knight to continue carrying him to the first floor.

"Madam...Madam, I burp, I burp..."

The uncle who was being held by the knight seemed to want to say something, but he kept hiccupping and couldn't speak, and his steps were sloppy.

"I know what you want to say, and I'm very happy today too."

As she spoke, she patted her husband's back gently, smiled unconsciously and said, "My brother seems to be doing well, and Your Majesty gets along well with him."

"That's right, my brother Hiccup... is so good, how could His Majesty not like him?"

He was obviously too drunk to open his eyes, but he kept praising me, which made my aunt who was walking behind laugh.

"My brother... my brother is rich. He is also... dedicated. Anyone he doesn't like... is stupid."

"You're still an idiot. This is how much you drank."

Auntie patted his back again and couldn't help but smile.

The knight who was carrying his uncle to the guest room was very surprised. Although their eldest brother was so decisive in killing, he didn't expect his eldest brother to be so talkative, and he seemed to be a control over his younger brother.

"My stomach is going to explode."

Ye Miao was in the dining room, slumped on a chair and rubbing his stomach in discomfort.

He wasn't very hungry to begin with, but his uncle and aunt kept bringing him food, and he couldn't even eat it, so he was exhausted.

"Sure enough, the older generation is very scary and doesn't treat us as adults at all."

Ye Miaosheng, who was rubbing his stomach and looking at the ceiling, was so helpless that he really didn't want to talk.

Sai'an, who was sitting across the long table, had covered his mouth and looked like he was about to spit it out.

"If you can't, go to the bathroom and pick your throat." Oren patted Sian on the back.

Sai'an didn't reply, and kept covering his mouth in discomfort. He could no longer walk.

He kept saying that he was full, but his aunt insisted on saying that Ye Miao was not full yet and how could he, an adult, be full so quickly? She kept feeding him food until he was full.

"No I...I want to vomit."

Sai'an covered his mouth with his hands in pain.

"Be patient, I'll take you to the bathroom right away."

Oren picked up Sian and hurried to the bathroom on the first floor.

Sai'an vomited into the toilet, tears fell, and his stomach hurt and felt uncomfortable.

Oren hurriedly patted Sai'an on the back. He was worried that Ye Miao would be able to eat all he wanted, and Sai'an's small appetite should not be stretched to his throat.

"Ugh..."

Sai'an held the toilet and vomited again, and kept coughing.

Oren didn't show any displeasure at all, and kept bending down to pat Sian on the back, fearing that Sian would faint from vomiting.

Sai'an is already fragile, and ten minutes of vomiting can kill half his life.

By the time Sai'an finished vomiting, he was indeed half alive. He was crying in Oren's arms because his stomach felt uncomfortable.

Oren felt distressed, but he still preached, "You can't just refuse after eating so much, and force yourself even after you've eaten and vomited.

"Didn't I refuse? My aunt didn't listen to me at all. She kept saying that I was too thin and kept feeding her. What can I do?"

Sai'an, who was held in Oren's arms, cried until his eyes and nose were red, feeling very aggrieved.

When Oren saw Sai'an crying like this, he couldn't keep talking. He carried Sai'an to the sink aside and put Sai'an down.

He filled a disposable cup with water and handed it to Sai'an so that Sai'an could rinse his mouth.

Sai'an, who had red eyes, sniffed and took the cup, raised his head and gargled his mouth several times.

Oren walked to the toilet, flushed the toilet, closed the toilet lid and boiled water to wash his hands.

Standing in front of the sink and holding his stomach, Sai'an's vision was still blurred. He glanced at Oren and muttered in his heart: The second young master of the Ao family was actually flushing vomit.

"Do you feel better?"

Oren walked back to Sian.

Sian looked up at Oren, blinking the tears from his eyelashes, his eyes still red.

Oren raised his hand to wipe Sian's tears, then lowered his head to rub Sian's belly.

Sai'an didn't refuse during the entire process. He leaned against the sink and let Oren rub his belly and sniff from time to time.

"Should you call the doctor to come over and take a look?"

Oren asked, not stopping rubbing his belly.

"It's not like I'm sick, so why call me a doctor?" Sai'an muttered.

"So how are you now? Are you feeling better?"

Sai'an nodded honestly, feeling much better after vomiting.

Oren breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed Sian's belly again, very gently.

Because he had his head lowered, his breath was all on the back of Sai'an's neck, which made Sai'an, who was leaning against the sink with his lower back, a little uncomfortable. He immediately covered the back of his neck and looked aside. The roots of his ears seemed a little red.

During the more than a month he lived in Ao's house, Oren pampered him to the heavens. He gave him whatever he asked for. He could hit him to take it out when he was angry, and he could scold him when he was unhappy. He never said anything back.

In addition, Mrs. Ao was really good to him, even better than her own son. She always thought of him and helped him, which he couldn't do even if he had a stone heart.

If I really marry into the Ao family, it will be won by my aunt.

Sai An told himself this in his heart, and raised his head and glared at Oren with some displeasure. He had never seen a man who asked his mother to find a wife for him.

"Did I try too hard?"

Oren immediately stopped rubbing his belly.

Sai'an wanted to scold Oren, but found that he couldn't, so he could only lower his head and sulk.

"If I make you angry, just say it. Don't keep it in your heart." Oren apologized.

"Why did you make me angry?"

Sai'an raised his head angrily and said to Oren, who kept apologizing even though he was right.

"If you're unhappy, it must be because I did something wrong."

Sai'an was speechless, what kind of logic is this.

"It really doesn't make sense to you. Go back to your room and put the bath water in. I'm exhausted."

Sai'an shouted and walked out of the bathroom.

Oren rolled up his sleeves obediently and followed Sai'an honestly.

When Oren came out of the bathroom, he saw Sian holding his stomach and holding on to the wall, as if his stomach hurt again.

"Why are you looking at me? Just take me back!" Sai'an turned around and yelled at Oren angrily.

Oren subconsciously laughed when he was yelled at, because Sian had clearly used violence to cover up his embarrassment.

He held back his laughter and hurried forward to a princess, hugged Sai'an, and walked out of the aisle.

Laugh when you want to, and hold back whatever you want.

Sai'an looked away unhappily, but he didn't look like he was really angry. The atmosphere was inexplicably good.

In the dining room.

"Why isn't fourth uncle coming back?"

Ye Miao looked towards the door of the dining room.

"Follow Oren, he should have returned to his room." Shen Tianyu stood up and hugged Ye Miao.

"Too."

Ye Miao muttered something, leaned on Shen Tianyu's shoulder and looked at Da Siyu, who was sitting on the chair with a blushing face, and asked, "Dad, are you okay?"

"Fortunately."

Da Siyu pinched his eyebrows, his head felt dizzy.

He had just been given a lot of wine, and his ability to drink was poor. He couldn't hold it anymore after just a few drinks.

"Just go back and rest for a while."

Byrne picked up Da Siyu and held him in the princess's arms. The long blond hair on his chest was a little messy, and his pretty face, which was red from drinking, had a hint of coquettishness.

"Then I'll take a shower and then go see my dad."

After Ye Miao finished speaking, she was hugged by Shen Tianyu and left the dining room, waving her hand.

Byrne picked up Da Siyu's plush white cloak and carried Da Siyu to the elevator on the first floor. After a while, he reached the second floor.

"grown ups."

The butler standing at the door of the room came forward and took the white cloak from Byrne's hand.

He glanced at Da Siyu in Byrne's arms, and saw that his eyes were closed and his face was red, as if he had drunk too much, and he immediately became excited.

Ahhhhhhhhh what a great opportunity this is! Mr. Byrne will definitely be able to cook the rice this time.

"No matter what the noise is in the room, you are not allowed to go in, you understand!"

Byrne carried Da Siyu into the room. The butler immediately closed the door and told the maids beside him sternly.

All the maids smiled and made OK gestures, and waited to hear the news.

in the room.

Byrne gently put Da Siyu on the bed and helped Da Siyu take off his shoes and clothes.

Seeing Da Siyu's body, Bain didn't feel wet, but worried that Da Siyu would catch a cold and quickly helped him put on his nightgown.

Da Siyu, who had drunk too much, opened his eyes, looked at the figure above and hesitated for a moment, shouting, "Bye?"

"it's me."

Byrne covered Da Siyu with a quilt.

Da Siyu looked at Bai En in confusion, his mind was dizzy, and there was a double image of Bai En above him.

He reached out to touch Byrne's face, but he missed it and brushed it past Byrne's face.

"drunk."

Byrne made fun of Tashi Yu, and after teasing, he put Tashi Yu's hand on his face.

Da Siyu's face turned red with embarrassment at being called a drunk. He didn't expect that he would get drunk.

He lay on his back and looked at Byrne. Seeing that Byrne kept looking at him and smiling, his face turned red unconsciously.

Calling him a drunk makes him blush?

Byrne's mouth couldn't hold back the curvature of his mouth. Da Siyu who drank too much was really cute.

He held the sheets with his big hands and leaned towards Da Siyu, kissed Da Siyu on the lips, and their lips were still attached.

Da Siyu just looked at Bai En in a daze, his face getting redder and redder, wondering if he was getting drunk.

He suddenly took Byrne's hand and put it on his hot cheek. He held Byrne's cold big hand and rubbed it. He was wearing long blond hair and a close-fitting white silk nightgown, like a beautiful fox who was drunk after secretly drinking fairy wine. , both flirtatious and lustful.