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Chapter 150 I Will Give You a Funeral
Sang Ning put the wine jar on the cabinet, and took out a small wine glass and a wine bowl from under the bed.

First fill the wine glass, then fill the wine bowl, and pass the wine bowl to Sang Youming.

"Drink, don't you like to drink? How can a daughter not accompany you to drink to your heart's content?"

Sang Youming took the wine bowl tremblingly, the wine in the bowl rippled and spilled a lot on the ground.

He wished that all the wine in the bowl could be spilled.

Sang Ning glanced at the wine bowl, and said coldly: "Hold it up for me, and I'll let you lie down on the ground and lick it up if you spill the wine."

Sang Youming: "..."

The hand that was still shaking didn't dare to shake for a moment, it was his mistake, Sang Ning was still the same Sang Ning.

Hell is empty, Sang Ning is in the world!
There was a crisp collision sound, and Sang Ning took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and touched the wine bowl in Sang Youming's hand, then drank it down, turned the wine glass upside down, and said: "I did it, but you can't do it casually, I will drink it One glass, you have to drink a bowl!"

Sang Youming: "..."

Crazy, crazy, his daughter is crazy!

"Xiao Ning, this rule you set is too bullying, isn't it? A bowl of wine from me can match ten glasses of wine for you!" Sang Youming said with eyes widened in horror.

But Sang Ning just chuckled, and wrote lightly: "How can it be the same, don't you claim that a thousand cups will never pour? Those who can drink more, you deserve to drink this bowl of wine."

After Sang Ning finished speaking, she kept staring at Sang Youming.

Sang Youming's scalp became numb from the terrifying stare. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he picked up the bowl and drank it with his head up. His eyebrows almost knit into a ball.

He swore it was the worst drink he'd ever had in his life.

After drinking, Sang Ning didn't let him go, and continued to repeat the action of pouring wine, and refilled the wine glass and bowl.

Sang Ning still started to urge him after drinking the wine in the glass.

When you particularly enjoy something but are urged to do it by others, you will instantly have the desire to escape and resist. Sang Youming feels that he is in this state now.

In order to escape, he bowed his body, held the wine bowl in one hand, and stroked his stomach with the other, pretending to be in excruciating pain.

"Xiao Ning, Dad was only drunk once, and his stomach hurts, can you let Dad take it easy?"

The corner of Sang Ning's lips twitched coldly, and she said indifferently: "No, I thought that someone who likes wine like you would wish to have wine fed to your mouth all the time?"

"No matter how much you like it, you have to be careful. Have you ever seen someone who is drinking all the time? Isn't that not far from seeing Lord Yan?" Sang Youming continued to say with a bitter face.

Sang Ning sneered coldly: "So you also know that you have to tell the truth. If you told me this before, I might still believe you. But—"

There was a sudden pause in the voice, and the expression on Sang Ning's face became even more gloomy, "It's late now, if you don't have fun with me today, you won't even think about stepping out of this room."

The words were full of threats, and Sang Youming was terrified, trying to arouse Sang Ning's rationality: "Xiao Ning, can you think about Dad's body?"

"Why didn't I think about you? Didn't I bring you a bowl of millet porridge very thoughtfully? Millet porridge nourishes the stomach, pad the stomach before drinking, I can only think so thoroughly."

Sang Youming was at a loss for words for a moment, and he tightly pursed his lips, as if he was about to cry but couldn't.

Slowing down, she struggled again and said, "Xiao Ning, drink so hard, what if you drink dad until his stomach bleeds?"

Sang Ning's eyelids moved slightly, and the mockery in her eyes became even more serious.

Very good, it turned out that his father also knew that drinking was harmful to his body, she thought he was indifferent and careless.

"You didn't care about your body when you were drinking so crazy before, but now you start to care about it just by asking you to have a few drinks with me?"

Sang Ning sneered ruthlessly, then changed her calm expression, and waved her hands indifferently, "It doesn't matter, you can drink as much as you want, and I will give you a funeral when you die from drinking."

Sang Youming's heart has become cold and cold, and Sang Ning continued to say to herself: "Don't worry, when you leave, I will find a place to bury you. Every year in the Qingming Festival, I will bury you." I will also bring good wine to worship you, so that you can drink to your heart's content even in the ground."

Sang Youming knew that he couldn't escape this time, so he silently held back his tears, picked up the wine in the bowl, and just took a mouthful of boredom.

He was bitter in his heart, and the bitter water flowed from his heart to his mouth and tip of his tongue. What he drank was not wine, but his bitter tears.

When the wine in the wine jar was about to bottom out, Sang Youming finally couldn't help crying, wiped his nose while crying, and howled ghostly: "Ning! Ning! Dad is dying, please forgive me!" Good luck!"

Sang Ning didn't answer whether he was good or bad, but silently filled the wine glass and bowl again. After drinking a glass of wine, she raised her eyebrows and signaled Sang Youming: "This is the last bowl, if you hold on, It will be over soon."

Sang Youming stared at the wine in the bowl, tears could not stop falling down, he hated the wine, hated the wine that hurt his heart and body!
After holding on to drink the last bowl of wine, the churning feeling in his stomach reached its peak. Finally, Sang Youming couldn't bear it anymore, stumbled all the way to the bathroom, and vomited out madly holding the toilet.

After Sang Youming vomited, he fell into a state of drunkenness for the second time, knocking on the doors of one room after another.

When someone came to open the door, he knelt down without saying a word, confessing and swearing while crying.

He shouldn't drink. If he, Sang Youming, dares to drink again in the future, he will be hit by a car to death when he goes out, choked to death by the food when he eats, and suffocated by the bed when he sleeps!
That night, people in the guest group and the program group were harassed by Sang Youming all over the place, even the dogs on the side of the road were not spared.

In the end, it was Sang Ning who carried him back to the room, because she couldn't stand Sang Youming chasing and biting the big yellow dog on the side of the road.

After taking her back to the room, after finally putting her back on the bed, Sang Youming grabbed her hand and began to cry.

Cry once and promise once, cry once and promise once, until finally crying out of strength and falling asleep slowly.

Sang Ning just got up, covered him with the quilt and walked out.

Outside, the night sky was full of stars, and the cool breeze blew across her cheeks. Sang Ning sighed lightly: "If I knew today, why bother?"

The jar of wine she brought was two and a half catties, she drank almost a catty, and Sang Youming drank almost a catty and a half, which was already the maximum he could bear. "The word ptsd is gone.

Killing one thousand enemies caused eight hundred losses. In order to completely disgust Sang Youming, she even disgusted herself.

When he lay back on the bed, the drunkenness surged up belatedly.

The mobile phone placed in the drawer of the bedside table vibrated a few times, and Sang Ning supported her body to take the mobile phone out of the drawer.

Click on it, it is a WeChat message from Li Juezhou——

[The investment for Director Qian Yang has already been in place, he invited me to experience it again in a month, do you want to come together? 】

(End of this chapter)