C352 The Next-door Neighbor Still Have to Work Tomorrow
C352 The Next-door Neighbor Still Have to Work Tomorrow
"Celebrate it," I said, walking straight to the wine window.
I quickly opened a bottle of Romanee-Conti. Shangguan Lulu had already prepared a goblet of wine, the few beauties were still more stubborn than anyone else just now.
I poured each of Li Yan Wang Yao, Shangguan Lulu, and Linda a cup of Romanee-Conti, and a cup for myself.
"First, I'll give Eldest Miss Wang Yao a sip when she wakes up. I'm willing to remain calm at the start!" I raised my wine cup and said.
"Thank you, my sisters, and you. Thank you, big bad guy!" Wang Yao put down the chicken wings and raised her glass emotionally as she said that.
Li Yan Shangguan Lu Lu and Linda also stood up and touched Wang Yao one by one. Naturally, I fawned over them and touched each and every one of them.
"Second, drink a mouthful of wine for Shangguan Lulu to restore her devastatingly beautiful complexion. I wish I could have you in my life!" I said as I looked at Shangguan Lulu.
"..."
"Let's once again celebrate the slow recovery of Yan'er's body. I hope the sun remains calm and peaceful …"
Time flies. A bottle of Romanee-Conti was unknowingly taken care of by us, but we all felt like it wasn't over yet.
I got up and staggered over to the window. I opened it and found it empty. I rubbed my eyes, but I still couldn't see the bottle of Romanee-Conti.
What the hell? Where is the alcohol? I was about to turn around and return when my eyes caught a black shadow.
I was suddenly alarmed and half sober, and when I looked I saw an old man in his fifties ruining the bottle of Romanee-Conti because I saw him drinking Romanee-Conti like he was drinking beer.
It was as bold and rude as it could be, but no matter how heroic you were, it was impolite to steal my drink.
"Hey, why did you steal my wine?" I asked, pointing at him.
"Stealthily drinking? What a joke. This bottle of wine is the one little brother is drinking because I think highly of your Patriarch. I'm giving your Patriarch face," the old man said carelessly.
"Our Patriarch is a heroic god. Does he need you to give him face?" I said in a weird tone. I can't stand people acting tough the most.
"You little brat, how can you speak like that? Do you know how arrogant you are?" After the old geezer finished his wine, Romanee-Conti was in a state of slight drunkenness, and the way he talked was completely different from before.
"Don't try to use your seniority to show off. I'll tell you about my bad temper. Don't try to give you face! Don't take it!" When I heard about the brat, my mood immediately turned sour.
"Roar ~ ~" Interesting. He's young and has quite a temper. "I'm also getting old day by day, and I'm not scared by others …" The old man stumbled over to me and patted my shoulder in disdain.
I drank too, or else I might have vomited from his smell, which was too strong for me, and from the smell I could tell he must have drunk wine and garlic in addition to Romanee-Conti.
"Uncle, how much did you drink?" "If you're drunk, then take a good rest. The neighboring neighbors still need to work tomorrow," I said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Young man, you have a bright future. You actually saw that I drank five bottles of brandy and a bottle of Romanee-Conti." The old man stroked his chin proudly. He realized that he did not have a beard, so he lowered his hand awkwardly.
"I don't care if you're drunk, I'm a magnanimous person." Seeing him, I suddenly thought of my father in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat.