It wasn't until Chen Yang's back disappeared from the box at Caesars Palace that another full ten seconds passed before Brother Hu straightened up again.
When he turned around, his eyes were different again. He was still the fierce and tough Brother Tiger, completely different from his behavior in front of Chen Yang.
Du Ze shrank back, hoping that Brother Tiger wouldn't see him. He looked in the direction Chen Yang was leaving, and couldn't look back for a long time.
There was a voice in his heart shouting:
"I took the right route!"
"I must marry a daughter from a noble family, and I won't hesitate to be a son-in-law."
"Look at Chen Yang, how fucking majestic he is. He is simply my idol, the king of all sons-in-laws..."
...
Chen Yang didn't know that he had gained a new fan base silently and gained the title of "King of Son-in-laws".
If he knew, he could only laugh it off.
What is the use?
The king of door-to-door sons-in-law
Then he is still a door-to-door son-in-law!
Chen Yang drove home and carried Tang Jiao, who was very drunk and unconscious at all, into the house.
All the lights in Su Hongyu and Tang Wan's room were turned off. Chen Yang was reluctant to wake up his wife, so he had to accept his fate and carry Tang Jiao back to her room.
After turning on the light, Chen Yang threw Tang Jiao onto the bed, sniffed and smelled a sour smell.
"Isn't it?"
Chen Yang lowered his head and took a look, and sure enough, both Tang Jiao and himself were covered in a lot of vomit.
Along the way, Tang Jiao sprayed out frequently, but it was so strenuous for Chen Yang to carry a limp and lifeless drunkard that he didn't even notice.
"I really owe you..."
Chen Yang had no choice but to take off Tang Jiao's shoes, socks, clothes and skirts.
Otherwise, after such a dirty, smelly, and wet night, it would be hard to tell whether Tang Jiao had caught a cold or not the next day, and Chen Yang would have been scolded by Su Hongyu, Tang Wan, and Tang Jiao.
After taking off his coat, Chen Yang noticed that Tang Jiao was only wearing a single piece.
"Hey~"
Chen Yang carried the dirty clothes with one hand and pinched his nose with the other, but had to let go. He turned Tang Jiao over with one hand, and then covered her with the quilt, covering her sweet-looking girl's body.
Similar to the scene just now, Chen Yang has seen it so much in the past few years that he is numb.
When he first "married" in, Tang Jiao was a little younger and could still rush out of the bathroom naked.
"You don't think of me as a man."
Chen Yang shook his head. He was afraid of smelling Tang Wan, so he had to wash up again before returning to the room.
He tiptoed, fearing to wake up Logan, but as soon as he came in, the bedside lamp turned on with a snap.
Logan put on his coat, sat on the bed and looked over.
"Is Xiaojiao okay?"
Chen Yang smiled and said: "The man is fine, but there is something wrong with his clothes. He was so drunk that he vomited all over himself."
He added: "Don't worry, wife, I helped her take off her dirty clothes, she won't catch a cold."
Tang Wan actually wanted to ask Tang Jiao if she had suffered any loss. How could she, a sister, not know about her sister's virtues?
Unexpectedly, he asked casually and even asked about taking off his clothes.
How honest must my son-in-law be?
Tang Wan looked at Chen Yang with a half-smile, and asked:
"Chen Yang, did you take advantage of Xiaojiao while she was drunk?"