Chu Qiao waved his hand generously: "No, that guy opens a bar. It won't kill him if I get a bottle."

Chu Qiao prayed in his heart, hoping that Mi Sha would invite him to drink together tonight, so that he could strike while the iron was hot. The longer this kind of thing dragged on, the more difficult it became.

Who knows if he will still have the courage after today.

But after the meal, Chu Qiao had washed the bowls, and Misha didn't say she wanted to drink with Chu Qiao.

Chu Qiao made a decadent plan to say good night to Misha, then go back to his room to reflect and prepare for the next action.[

Unexpectedly, he walked to the door and heard Misha's voice again.

"Hey...wait a minute, it's still early. Anyway, it's okay. Come over here and let's have a drink and try how this wine tastes."

Chu Qiao suddenly felt like his heart was racing, but he still pretended to be embarrassed: "Ah? If you want to drink it, I will get another bottle for you to drink later. You can keep this bottle for yourself.

"

Misha glared at Chu Qiao: "You have so many things to do. If I ask you to come over and drink, just come over and go to the kitchen counter to get two cups..."

Chu Qiao expressed helplessness: "Okay, just have a drink."

Misha curled her lips: "Okay, okay, just one drink. You said you are a grown man, how can you be such a mother-in-law? Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you when you are drunk?"

"..."

Chu Qiao was speechless. He could only say that Misha was getting stronger and stronger, but...it would be best if Misha took the initiative after getting drunk.

Chu Qiao took two cups, opened the wine cork, and poured a little for himself and Misha, "Try it, Amu, this wine is very good."

Misha took it: "Well, it's not bad...have another drink."

When Chu Qiao heard this, he was naturally happy and poured another glass. Misha didn't know what happened, but she felt that she was in a good mood today, especially when she saw Chu Qiao's face as a little wife, she felt comfortable.

.

So next, Mi Sha drank one cup after another, and Chu Qiao poured one cup after another. Occasionally, he would remind her with fake kindness: "Mi Sha, it's getting late. You should drink less. I should go back."

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Of course, at this time, Misha was already drunk and started to feel dizzy. She burped and said, "Nonsense, you just drank too much. Hurry up...& keep pouring it for me, otherwise...be careful I will flatter you."
Chapter completed!