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Chapter 219 The Drunken Young Master Dragon (5)

She said helplessly, "Stop drinking, are you really going to drink until dawn?"

Yu Xu hiccupped, his cheeks were flushed, he was already out of his mind, "Who are you?"

Han Ru was annoyed, and reached out to grab his collar, "Your wife, did you see clearly?"

Yu Xu shook his head, feeling that many figures were shaking in front of him.

Han Ru didn't care about 21, and dragged him out, "You stink of alcohol, go back to your room and rest."

Yu Xu was drunk, and followed her in a vain footstep.

The other uncles were also taken away by the aunts. For a while, Long Beijue was the only one left in the side hall.

He raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, his well-knit black eyes glowed slightly drunk.

No matter how good he was at drinking, a group of people took turns pouring him alone, but he still couldn't hold it anymore.

He stood up, staggered, and swayed.

Relying on his strong willpower, he found the living room, his steps were vacant, and every step he took was like stepping on a cloud, light and light.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qiao Luo looked away from the chessboard and turned to look behind him.

As the man approached, the strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

Touching his vain footsteps, Qiao Luo frowned, how much did he drink?
While thinking, the man had already walked in front of her, sitting next to her on the sofa.

"you……"

She was about to speak when the man suddenly hugged her.

Qiao Luo was stunned, and then remembered that Mr. Han was still here, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Is this guy crazy? Didn't you see that someone else was there?
With all her strength, she reached out and pushed him away, "Long Beijue."

Reluctantly pulling away a little distance, the man tilted his body, resting his head on her thigh, and hugging her waist with his hands.

Without the intimacy of others, Qiao Luo would like to dig a hole and get in.

She reached out and patted his arm, too embarrassed to look directly at Mr. Han, she lowered her voice, "Long Beijue, go back to your room and sleep."

Long Beijue half-closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Headache."

Qiao Luo, "..."

Old Man Han held back his smile, stood up, and was very discerning, "It's getting late, this game of chess will continue another day, I'll go back to my room to rest first."

Qiao Luo nodded awkwardly and watched him leave.

When he was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Long Beijue, are you crazy from drinking?" She stretched out her hand to push the man who was resting on her lap, and said angrily, "Do you want to lose face?"

It was the first time that he was so drunk, Long Beijue hugged her waist, closed his eyes and rubbed into her arms, "I want you."

Qiao Luo gave him a blank look, and smiled angrily at him, "You sleep here by yourself, I'm going back, get up quickly."

"Headache." Long Beijue murmured.

"Don't go."

Looking at his slightly drunken appearance, Qiao Luo stretched out his hand towards his head, ran his cool fingertips through his hair, and massaged it gently.

She complained, "See if you drink so much next time."

Perhaps it was because the massage was too comfortable, Long Beijue let out a comfortable moan.

Qiao Luo had black lines all over his head, moved his fingertips down, and pinched his face, "A drunkard."

Han Ru came downstairs, bumped into this scene, and smiled knowingly.

She walked over lightly, "Xiao Luo, shall I help Bei Jue back to the room?"

Qiao Luo looked at the drunk man in his arms and said hello.

She reached out to grab his arm, "Long Beijue, go back to your room."

Feeling drunk, hearing her voice, Long Beijue subconsciously cooperated.

He staggered to his feet, put his arm on her shoulder, and said inarticulately, "We... go home."

(End of this chapter)