"You guys stand aside. Young Master Yan and I grew up wearing the same crotch as a child. Do my sister-in-law still remember me? I am a monkey."
A very tall and thin man rushed forward, hugging Yan Mubei with one hand and Lin Qianqian with the other, so strong that he almost cut off Lin Qianqian's little neck.
Lin Qianqian was so difficult to breathe that she was about to roll her eyes, and hurriedly shouted: "Monkey, is it a monkey? I remember, I naturally remember you, cough cough, you and Yan Mubei grew up wearing the same crotch, uh..., you first
Can you let go of your hands? I'm almost out of breath."
The monkey was so drunk that he was even more powerful than Yan Mubei, and that face was no different from the monkey's butt.
The drunken eyes narrowed into a line, and the drunkenness was like this. If you don’t say that you can see the person in front of you, you may not even know what his own surname is.
Just when he heard someone say that his sister-in-law, he also rushed forward and got involved in the fun.
Yan Mubei heard Lin Qianqian’s accusation, and without saying a word, he reached out to grab the monkey’s hair from behind and pulled him back.
The monkey was so painful that he was arching backwards, screaming repeatedly, and quickly letting go of him and Lin Qianqian.
Lin Qianqian held the table and coughed and gasped hard, looked at Yan Mubei with a swelling face and grabbed the monkey and growled: "Stupid brat, you dare to touch my woman, are you tired of living?"
"Oh my boss, I'm going to be removed from my hair by you, so I'll spare my life."
"Do you dare to do it in the future?"
"Don't dare, don't dare."
As he said that, the monkey fell to his knees and then took another step to worship him.
I don’t know if it’s really drunk or pretending to be crazy, but that posture is like the etiquette of ancient ministers worshiping the emperor.
Seeing this, the group of people surrounding them actually followed suit and started to make excuses.
All of a sudden, everyone knelt down and kept bowing up and down.
However, the ancients said that the emperor would spare his life, but they called the boss to spare his life.
It would be fine if one is crazy, but a group of people actually followed him crazy.
Yan Mubei was even more crazy. He laughed: "Stand up, I will spare you all."
Lin Qianqian was stunned, and the people who were not drunk below were also stunned.
After a moment of silence, everyone in the audience burst into laughter.
Amid the continuous sound of the boss's wishes, Yan Mubei suddenly fell back and fell back on his chair.
He knocked his head on the table and died of drunkenness.
Deng Liang and Lin Qianqian hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and tonight's banquet ended in this fun.
——★The dividing line of one-day addiction★——
In the middle of the night, Yan Mubei couldn't resist the heat in his body and woke up.
His throat felt particularly dry and uncomfortable, so thirsty that he was like a puppy under the scorching sun, and he wanted to stick out his tongue to dissipate the heat.
"Shui..." He reached out and touched the bedside table.
Unexpectedly, I didn't touch the water cup, but I touched a person.
He knew the touch very clearly, and he could recognize it even without opening his eyes.
So he touched the other direction, but he couldn't touch the water cup after a long time.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qianqian woke up, opened her fishy eyes, and turned on the bedside lamp.
Under the dim light, the man's hands kept slapping the bedside table, not knowing what he was talking about.
She came forward and listened to it, and then she heard clearly that he wanted to drink water.
"Come here." Lin Qianqian turned him over with her body and then took the teacup from her.
She has always been accustomed to placing tea on the bedside table so that she can drink water to quench her thirst when she wakes up at night.
The man's body was very heavy. After turning over, he lay steadily and never moved for a moment.