Because of his family, his life has been almost isolated from things like wine since he was a child.

Unexpectedly, in the foreign international metropolis of San Francisco, he had such a deep impression on him on his first day when he came to the Zheng family.

Whether it's mother or daughter.

The most direct consequence of these things was that for a long time, he had always had a habit of not living in a space with people with poor alcohol tolerance, absolutely!

Even because of some special circumstances that would arise from time to time... he has always stayed away from the two kinds of people.

The first type is the type of person who has a level of alcohol content but is consciously considered a boomer.

As for the second type...

Well, simply put, you will be drunk.

...

"Mom! Let go!"

"Uh...uh! Why? Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu is mine~~"

"I'm mom-!!"

In the lighting of the lights at home, Zheng Xiujing had a rare crazy expression on her face. She gritted her teeth, grabbed his wrist, and pulled her towards her without any hesitation. She shouted angrily: "oppa...oppa is not your mother!"

"What are you talking nonsense?"

A vague, drunken mature voice came, and then he felt the white palm on his wrist also exert force.

"Xiaoyu, it's mine! Mine! Mine~~"

Once again, his little daughter hugged his arm very affectionately in the dark blue face of her eyes, and his mother Zheng rubbed her drunken cheeks against his shoulders, which had been completely stiff, like a lazy and elegant cat. Her figure, which has been very slim for so many years, showed a slim and beautiful curve, which made people really not know where to place their eyes.

"Um~~Xiao Xiaoyu, just tell me~~"

The flushing after drinking on his face had spread to his ears without realizing it. Zheng's mother raised her head in drunken eyes, raised her lips to his face, and smiled brightly, her eyes were still curved like the bright moon. Her beautiful face, which was a little blurred in age, looked a little cute and silly like a girl.

"Xiaoyu, you said~~You told this girl that we two are together, right~~? Well? Well? Right? Right?

Listening to the confused voice in front of him with a faint nasal voice, unlike Zheng Xiujing who rolled her eyes suddenly, he could only barely pull out a strong helpless smile on his face, and quickly turned his head slightly with embarrassment.

To be honest, due to family reasons, he has never had much contact with drunk people, so the current accident not only makes people feel headache, but also makes him feel at a loss.

Zheng’s mother obviously drank too much, and she was unreasonable and unreasonable.

It feels like the advanced version of the little girl Zheng Xiujing. She usually looks soft and weak, but she didn't expect that she was so strong when she held him, so it was hard to get rid of it directly with violence. The identity of the elder was there, and the two of them could not twist her together...

It can be said that this is indeed a situation that makes people unable to start.

Fortunately, just when he and Zheng Xiujing were both extremely distressed, he suddenly noticed a figure above the railing and looking down at the corner of his eyes.

The whole person was refreshed and quickly looked up. Only then did he see clearly that it was a middle-aged man with cold and rigid facial features. His thin and dark face was not outstanding, but just looking at it from a distance, he felt that he seemed to see a familiar feeling from the other person's eyebrows and eyes.

Thinking of the environment he is in now, the identity of a middle-aged man is almost revealed.

"That, uncle..."

When he saw that even Dad Zheng was alarmed, he felt even more uncomfortable all over his body.

The mother Zheng, who hung on her arm, was like a large hot potato, which made him subconsciously want to break free from the other person's arms.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he saw the middle-aged man leaning against the railing upstairs raising his hand at him and signaling downwards.

As a result, he had to stop his movements in a slight daze.

"Oh? Dad~~! Look at my mom! She was really too much today!"

Afterwards, as Zheng Dad walked down from the upper floor, a whispered cry from Zheng Xiujing confirmed his guess.

"Xiujing, let's go up first with dad."

After glanced at the three people in the living room, the expression on Zheng's face seemed surprisingly calm, but the words he said made the two boys and girls present stunned.

"Ah, dad! I..."

"Didn't your mother say it? If you have something to tell the customer, let's go up first and make some space for them both, huh?"

It looks different from the coldness on the surface. When talking to Zheng Xiujing, Zheng's father's tone became much gentler. His tiny eyes seemed to contain a sense of pampering, and he quietly stared at his little daughter who frowned and wanted to speak after hearing her words.

After being seen by my father, somehow, the courage that Jung Soo-jing had just plucked up gradually weakened, but she turned her head to see him who was still holding her arms by her mother. She still muttered unwillingly: "Dad, then no matter what... I'm so rude to the guests, right? Even if there is something to say... I won't say that, right?"

Hearing the girl speak for him, he couldn't help but look slightly moved when he heard the girl speak for him, and looked at Dad Zheng with expectant eyes.

However, another unexpected thing was that after feeling the sight he cast at him, Dad Zheng turned his head and looked at him without hesitation. Then, the middle-aged face with more rigid facial features twitched his eyebrows, and his expression seemed to suddenly become vivid.

The originally faint cold color between the eyebrows turned into a faint smile that looked meaningful at the corner of the mouth.

It seemed as if in an instant, the inhuman sense of distance that emanated from Dad Zheng disappeared.

"This matter... your mother knows it in her heart, so let's not worry. Let's go."

He blinked at him with a rather strange look. As he said that, Dad Zheng suddenly raised one hand and patted him on the other side of his shoulder inexplicably in the stunned gaze of the two young girls.

The strength is neither light nor heavy, which is very similar to the encouragement of elders to younger generations.

After that, Dad Zheng finally looked at the side and looked at his wife who was still drunk and hugging the boy's arm tightly with a faint expression.

"Drink less wine."

Zheng's mother raised her head drunk, blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her husband, then smiled sweetly, nodded at Zheng's father obediently, and said, "Yes~~"

At that time, he did not understand what the look of Dad Zheng looking at him meant. It was not until a long time later that Dad Zheng's look at him was both expressing greetings to him and sympathizing with him.

"Ah! It's really! Dad~~!"

"Okay, okay, obedient, um? It should only take a while."

Even though he was still full of reluctance, facing his parents' hard and soft attitude, Zheng Xiujing had to purse her mouth in dismay after bulging her mouth.

Fortunately, after such a small episode, Zheng's mother seemed to be a little sober. After frowned and rubbed her head, she looked at the three people in front of her, smiled, and let go of her hands holding his arms.

Before following his father upstairs, Jung Soo-jin pulled him aside and explained to him very worriedly: "Oppa, where is my mother, I used to be a gymnast."

"... So what?" He rubbed his shoulders with lingering fear. He looked back at Zheng's mother who was pulled back to the sand of the living room by Dad Zheng, and suddenly he didn't understand.

“So—”

Zheng Xiujing looked at him with a depressed face and said, "She used to be without drinking, but she only became more exposed to her after she retired. Now, do you understand what I mean?"

After saying this, his face was stunned and immediately showed a strange understanding look.

In other words, Zheng’s mother had basically never been exposed to alcohol when she was young, so it is basically possible to imagine how much she drinks.

"At my house, we don't dare to let my mother drink because she is so drunk! And... and after getting drunk, there will be various situations you see now."

Zheng Xiujing's words made a faint bitter smile appear on the corner of his mouth. Then he heard the girl tell him earnestly: "So, oppa, you must never let my mother drink again, otherwise, I don't know what she will make trouble."

"Well……"

Subconsciously, he looked back at the beer cans on the table in the living room. He hesitated for a moment, smiled slightly, and said to the girl: "I... try my best?"

...

After Zheng’s father and Zheng Xiujing went upstairs, the originally lively living room suddenly became deserted.

"That...what do you have to say to me?"

Looking at Zheng's mother who had returned to the sand, he stood in front of the stairs for a while and hesitated for a while. After thinking about it, he still made a sign of his expression and asked first.

"Uh-huh?"

A light response still so confused came from my ears.

Then he saw the mature and beautiful figure in the living room turning around, staring at himself with his eyes narrowed, blinking his eyes a few times, and then suddenly remembering something. He opened his red lips and said "ah" lightly, slapped his hands, and said, "Yes, right... Xiaoyu, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" he continued with a wry smile. Now he was just thinking about finishing the matter quickly and then going home. As for the follow-up, it would be better to wait until the aunt wakes up before she talks about it.

"Xiao Yu~~"

"Yes...you say it."

"Come to live in my house~~"

"Yes...well, huh?"

He was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zheng's mother who turned around and lay on the back of the sand in the living room, blushing and looking at his gentle smile.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he should say.

"Hey~~just live together~~ Xiujing, I will go back to China next year. Although I will follow me, I always feel that the house here is too deserted. Xiaoyu, aren't you the same? You are not at ease to share the rent with others, so you live alone. It looks so pitiful... So, come to my house? Hum? Hum?"

It was rare to say such words clearly. Although his tone seemed childish, Zheng’s mother’s words did make him hesitate and meditate.

He didn't expect that this fellow aunt would bring up the old things again at this time, and he felt a little caught off guard.

However, after thinking alone for a while, he looked up at Zheng's mother who was staring at him with wide eyes. After all, he smiled helplessly in the expectation of the other party, and shook his head at her and said, "You have mentioned this suggestion to me before. I am also very grateful for your repeated suggestions to me, but... I think it is still not suitable."

"Ah, no! Why!"

Sure enough, when he heard what he said, Zheng's mother, who was still drunk, was like a little girl, with a blush on her face, and stood up and stared at him angrily. Her white and slender hand hit the soft sand cushion hard.

"That, because..."

He looked around with a headache and finally landed on the beer cans on the table on the living room. His eyes lit up slightly and he immediately said, "Because, because because of my family, I can't live with the drinkers!"
To be continued...