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 he filled the wine glass, then the wine bowl, and handed the wine bowl to Sang Youming.
"Drink, don't you like drinking? How can a daughter not drink with you and have fun?"
Sang Youming tremblingly took the wine bowl. The wine in the bowl rippled and spilled a lot on the ground.
He wished he could spill all the wine in the bowl.
Sang Ning glanced at the wine bowl and said coldly: "Hold it steady for me. If you spill the wine, I'll make you lie on the floor and lick it clean."
Sang Youming: "..."
The hand that was still shaking suddenly stopped shaking. It was his fault. 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 all, tipped the wine glass in the air, and said: "I did it, but you can't do it as you please, I drink
If you have one cup, 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? I can buy you ten glasses of wine with one bowl of wine!" Sang Youming said with his eyes widened in horror.
But Sang Ning just laughed and wrote lightly: "Then how can it be the same? Aren't you said to be able to drink a thousand cups? If you 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 was numb due to the terrifying eyes. After swallowing a mouthful of water, he picked up the bowl and drank it, his eyebrows almost twisted into a ball.
He swore that this was the worst wine he had ever drunk in his life.
After drinking, Sang Ning did not let him go. She continued to pour the wine and refilled the wine glass and bowl.
Sang Ning still started to urge him after finishing the wine in the glass.
When you particularly enjoy something but are urged to do it by others, you will instantly feel the desire to escape and resist. Sang Youming feels that he is in this state now.
In order to escape, he bowed his body, holding the wine bowl in one hand and touching his stomach with the other, pretending to be in extreme pain.
"Xiao Ning, dad has only been drunk once, and his stomach feels very uncomfortable. Can you please let dad take it easy?"
Sang Ning's lips curled up coldly, and she said very indifferently: "No, I thought that someone who likes wine so much would wish for wine to be fed to your mouth all the time?"
"No matter how much you like, you have to be careful. Have you ever seen anyone drinking all the time? Then they are not far away from meeting the Lord of Hell?" Sang Youming continued with a grimace.
Sang Ning sneered coldly: "So you also know how to be honest. If you had said this to me before, I might have believed you. But..."
The words suddenly stopped, and the expression on Sang Ning's face became even more gloomy, "It's too late now. If you don't have fun with me today, you will never leave this room."
The words were full of threats. Sang Youming was terrified and tried to arouse Sang Ning's rationality: "Xiao Ning, can you think about dad's health?"
"Why didn't I think about you? Didn't I bring you a bowl of millet porridge very considerately? Millet porridge nourishes the stomach. It should be done first before drinking. I can only think so carefully."
Sang Youming was speechless for a moment and pursed his lips tightly, looking like he wanted to cry but couldn't.
After a while, he struggled again and said, "Xiao Ning, if you drink so hard, what should you do if you drink daddy until his stomach bleeds?"
Sang Ning's eyelids moved slightly, and the mockery in her eyes became even more intense.
Very good, it turns out that his father also knows that drinking is harmful to the body, and she thought he was very careless and careless.
"You didn't care about your body when you were drinking so crazily before. Now I just ask you to have a few drinks with me and you start to care?"
Sang Ning sneered ruthlessly, then changed her expression to a calm expression, waving her hands indifferently, "It doesn't matter, just drink it, I will give you a funeral if you drink it to death."
Sang Youming's heart had become cold, and Sang Ning was still minding her own business and continued: "Don't worry, when you leave, I will definitely find a geomantic treasure to bury you. From now on every Qingming Festival, I will
I will also bring the best wine to worship you, ensuring that you can have a great time drinking underground."
Sang You knew clearly that he could not escape this time, so he silently held back his tears, picked up the wine in the bowl, and took a sip.
He felt bitter in his heart, and the bitter water actually spread from his heart to his mouth and to the 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 but burst into tears. While crying, he wiped his nose and howled: "It's condensing! It's condensing! Dad is dying, please spare me a moment."
Good luck!"
Sang Ning didn't reply whether he was good or bad, but silently filled up the wine glasses and bowls. After finishing a glass of wine, she raised her eyebrows and signaled to Sang Youming: "This is the last bowl. Just hold on."
It will be over soon."
Sang Youming stared at the wine in the bowl, tears falling down uncontrollably. 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. Sang Youming finally couldn't bear it anymore, stumbled all the way to the bathroom, and vomited crazily while holding the toilet.
After Sang Youming finished vomiting, he fell into a second drunken state and knocked on the doors of one room after another.
When someone opened the door, he bowed to them without saying a word and knelt down, crying and repenting and swearing.
He shouldn't drink. If he, Sang Youming, dares to drink again in the future, he will be hit by a car when he goes out, choked to death when eating, and suffocated by the quilt when sleeping!
That night, everyone in the guest group and the program group was harassed by Sang Youming, and even the dog on the roadside was not spared.
In the end, it was Sang Ning who took him back to the room because she really couldn't stand Sang Youming chasing the big yellow dog on the roadside and biting him.
After taking her back to the room, she finally got her back to lie down on the bed. Sang Youming grabbed her hand again and started crying.
Cry once, promise once, cry once, promise once, until finally I cry so hard that I have no energy left and slowly fall asleep.
Sang Ning then stood up, covered him with a quilt and walked out.
Outside the house, the stars had fallen into the night sky, and the cool breeze blew across her face. Sang Ning sighed lightly: "Why did I do it in the first place if I had known today?"
The jar of wine she brought totaled two and a half kilograms. She drank almost a kilogram and Sang Youming drank almost a kilogram and a half. This was the maximum he could bear. Sang Youming should be able to understand "wine" in the future.
"This word is ptsd.
She killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses. In order to completely disgust Sang Youming, she even disgusted herself.
When I lay back on the bed, the drunkenness suddenly came back to me.
The mobile phone placed in the drawer of the bedside table vibrated a few times. Sang Ning supported her body and took the mobile phone out of the drawer.
Click on it, it’s a WeChat message from Li Juezhou——
[The investment for Director Qian Yang has been put in place. He invited me to experience it again in a month. Do you want to come with me?]
