Theresa slammed the deep-bottomed glass in front of Roman, and the wine spilled.

Roman raised his eyes and looked at Teresa, whose expression was extremely cold.

"You're not deaf, whiskey on the rocks."

Looking at the crackling and bubbling of the wine in front of him, Roman said.

"My ears are good, that's all I have tonight."

Love to drink or not, Teresa's expression said so, Roman snorted coldly and didn't say no, but there was no next move.

He wanted to try whether Teresa was impatient or if he really had only these wines.

On the other hand, it is the usual grinding and chirping of Honansteen who moves neatly.

He took a few sips from his glass, and Roman frowned and Theresa raised an eyebrow.

"Hah!"

After a few sips of cold wine, Honanstin breathed a sigh of relief, he had never been so heroic.

"Grinding and chirping!"

He banged his cup on the table and made a popping sound, and he was talking about Roman grinding and chirping.

Looking at Honansteen's mouth with the foam of ale, when did Honanstine become so raunchy?

Teresa thought, it's really feng shui in turn.

Theresa took a step back, and she watched Roman follow a glass, the hot summer, the cold wine on fire.

Theresa returns to the bar, and Roman gently lowers the glass, making a soft sound when the glass touches the table.

"It doesn't look like you're what you seem"

Roman looked at Honan Stin and noticed that Honan Stin had scratched him.

"I'm not a masochist, Hiccup!"

But after he was drunk, he was no longer the young man of the girl, he was quite arrogant, and even hiccups had a kind of flamboyant arrogance.

"It's not a joke... No one is going to suffer for nothing...... Especially the sins of people like you......"

The corners of Johnstine's eyes were red when he looked up, and his gaze was a little dull, which was a sign that alcohol had penetrated his bones.

Roman is an out-and-out guy who eats bones and no leftover soup, he is good at bullying anyone, good people and bad people, but bad is not as bad as Roman's mouth.

"My sister is in your hands, I can't move......"

Honanstin took a slow sip of wine after speaking, originally he didn't have to force himself to maintain friendship with Roman.

They are originally, water is scum and scum, and life in the colorless tower is very plain and beautiful.

"Robelk used to have a sweetheart. Oh, congratulations! ”

Roman heard what Honanstin was saying, as if Robelk owed something to Rem.

Originally, marriage was something you didn't want to do, and they were all poor people who came together strongly.

"He'll treat Reim well, after all, Robelk has his own sister."

Roman recalled the wedding toast and nodded to himself, habitually acting without lying.

Roman had the bottom of his mind, but Jonanstine didn't, he was only in the high stands, struggling.

"Fart! I was there when I got engaged! ”

Jonanstine slammed the table suddenly, the glass shook, and Theresa stared nervously, ready to pounce and separate the two.

God forbid, God forbid! Oh, God! Bless!

"Do you think I can't see!"

Did Roman think he couldn't see the strange atmosphere that was entangled in Flion and his wife for many years?

Respectful to each other? No, it's the hatred that is far-reaching.

"You said you saw something."

The same slap on the table, in Teresa's eyes, the high table let out a mournful sound, and Teresa, who was far away at the bar, could feel the power of Roman's palm.

Roman said leisurely that she always admired Roman's ability to control emotions.

"The only patriarch of your family, marriage is a strange thing to see. And what about your brother? Most of you are old enough to enter the wedding hall, but no one has heard of marriage. You can't have anything wrong with you, right? ”

Honanstine ridiculed that at first the idea was born out of Frion's strange marriage, and then as he heard more and more rumors and speculations on his own, he felt more and more strange about the family.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he vented.

"Huh?"

Roman smiled at the sarcasm on Hornendin's lips

"The sadness of being ruled by a woman is that the men inside are thinking with a woman's brain."

Roman poked his finger in the head and continued at Honansteen.

"We can do more than marriage and love, don't compare me to you."

In Roman's eyes, Honanstine and his family were odd.

The ultimate thing for men and women should not be marriage and love.

Since women are in power, everything that the patriarch of his family cooks reveals inexplicable reasons.

Honanstin took a deep look at Roman, who was drawing a line with him all the time.

He keeps talking about his family, your family.

"Marrying a girl into a family full of giving and rewarding, I'm worried about what it takes to attack Ruim!"

Jonansteen's gaze is unprecedentedly fierce, and giving and gaining are Jonansteen's interpretation of Roman.

Roman takes action, and he must reap Honansteen's answer.

He almost does the business of favors.

Honanstin remembers that Roman stabbed him in his most desperate moments, and he remembered it to his heart.

"Then it depends on what Robelk is willing to trade for her."

Roman raised his glass and touched it with Honanstine's, and their conversation was not only unpleasant, but there was a smell of artillery in the air.

"Eat meat without spitting out bones, burp!"

After the wine was gone, Honansteen came to a conclusion.

"And what about you, should it be a parasitic plant or a vampire?"

If the world has eyes, they can see what the Babel family is trying to do, and what is naked is running for status and wealth.

While Roman said the stinging words, he didn't forget to beckon Teresa to give them a drink.

Don't get drunk tonight.

"It's not me, I haven't taken a penny from your family......"

Theresa could hear the war of words between the two of them clearly, and Honanstine said this as she helped them fill up the drink.

The conversation at night was very peaceful, and the two did not move, but the language was like a dangerous object, and the two went back and forth to beckon you and me.

Teresa listened with her ears pricked up at the bar.

She's always doing a lot of things secretly.

"I don't ...... for the family in order to attack Reim"

When the bittersweet ale slips down the throat, it becomes an emotional agitator.

"I don't dare to think of my wife as my mother, the only time she has come to Morocco in so many years is not to visit me, and I believe the letter that she said to play. Who would doubt their mother? Hahaha! ”

Honansteen slapped the table vigorously, like how ridiculous he was saying something.

His mother had first come to Mordu from the former Stormplains, mainly to discuss marriage, and secondarily to visit her exiled son.

Teresa wept in the light of Honansteen, and he covered his eyes with his own hands.

She could sense that Honanstine had rushed to an unfortunate wedding during the day today.

It was so sad that Theresa regretted that she had said something superfluous.

Perhaps if she hadn't said superfluous words, Honansdin wouldn't have attended the unfortunate wedding.

It's a terrible feeling.

"Maybe what I wear is more important than me......"

Madame would find fault with him for not keeping the family traditions, but she would be stingy to ask him how he had lived in Modu for so many years.

"Sorry for you."

The needle does not penetrate the flesh, and it does not know the pain.

The feeling of being abandoned by his loved ones, Roman could not feel.

He will never experience the loneliness and confusion of being away from home for more than ten years, and he happened to be born in a family with close blood ties.

Roman dragged his cheeks and looked at the emotionally broken Honnensdine on his face, he didn't understand Honnendine for a long time.

As Roman, he can't understand Honanstine's forbearance, he can only understand Honanstin and Reim's family relationship.

Family affection is the only thing Roman and Honansteen have in common.

"Say less and don't die......"

Theresa could hear clearly at the bar, Roman was like a snake without temperature, speaking viciously and piercing the flesh.

The indifference makes one wonder if he has a lead heart.

She really listened to it with all kinds of taste, and she regretted saying it.

She sniffed as Honansdine sniffed at the tavern.

Theresa had nothing to do but prick up her ears to listen to the unhappy content and wipe her glass.

"You can not listen, and you are not obligated to be sentimental."

Roman turned his head to find Teresa at the bar, shaking her head and wiping her glass.

"Is your heart a lead heart?"

Teresa thinks that she doesn't know Roman as a real person, and she misjudges Roman many times.

She is good at characterizing people, and she will repeatedly look at the wrong person.

He's inhuman, and he's not all. Does he have humanity? Not necessarily.

"Made of meat."

Roman shakes the ice in the glass, and the ice and ale swirl in the glass.

He had tried more painful lessons, so he looked at Honansteen as something that was not worth talking about.

Learning to keep yourself from getting hurt is a sign of growth.

"The world doesn't owe each other, it's better to think about how to make the family less embarrassed."

Honansteen has been emphasizing that he has nothing to do with the family, and that he is right to attack Reim.

But Honanstin was born into a family of the Ingle's faction, and this sentence is a joke.

Jonansteen's misalignment of himself led to a series of tragedies.

This is called cognitive dislocation.

Roman looked at Honanstine, he knew that he was indifferent, without the family, there would be no Roman today.

A strong family won't have too many tears, and when you're strong the world is very gentle.

"Amplifying one's own pain has no other use than to make outsiders feel pompous."

Roman pushed his monocle and the pain of sunburn in front of others only exacerbated the broken window effect.

The world is cold and does not show too much mercy for the weak.

"So you're the one who stepped on me too."

Jonanstin let go of his hand, tears drying out of his voice.

Roman was an indifferent businessman throughout, and it was Honansdine himself who had been playing the house.

"I don't care to step on the mud."

Roman watched as Hornendine crossed his chin with his fingers crossed as Roman licked his teeth before speaking.

The feeling of sluggishness is actually a sign of old age.

"Huh...... It turns out that I am not qualified to step on it......"

Honanstin chuckled.

"What you said before was my delusion or something...... I feel like I've been trampled on by you 10,000 times. ”

Roman licks his front teeth, which means that he is at ease.

"It's you nervous, do I want to get your attention?"

Looking at Roman's deliberately surprised look, Honanstin knew that Roman was not pretending.

The smile on Jonanstine's face faded, Roman's harsh words were not fake, and he was almost unwilling to take the title of good man on his head.

No matter how harsh the words are, he will definitely give full play to the aggression of the language.

"Sorry, it's a bit ......"

Jonanstin leaned on his arm and smiled bitterly, and was called a mediocre person.

He always thought that he could correctly perceive the feelings of others and properly control his own emotions......

In the end, it's a dungeon.

"You know, Roman. When Ream got engaged, I thought you were a rotten person who could only show off his might...... You pinched my hand and the joints hurt me for days...... Belch! ”

Honanstine's burp was the only thing that was cheerful tonight that didn't need to be read in depth.

Honanstin leaned on the table and put his hands up, pointing his fingers to the sky.

"I was in a very bad mental state after the knockout, and I was about to throw up when I found out that we were in the same dormitory!"

Disgusting to vomit was true, Honanstin stared at the dim light on the ceiling.

"Hiccup......

He began to burp incessantly, and it seemed that the wine he had just drunk was smelly, and Roman had been listening quietly.

He admits that at those two points in time, Roman also happened to be particularly unpleasant

"But when I moved into the dorm, I was really helpless about the house with termite nests under the floor! …… Hiccup, I've never stayed so bad! The house! ”

Honansteen's many words stem from the fact that his nerves began to relax under the soak of alcohol.

The sense of proportion in his speech gradually disappeared, as if the sense of proportion had not existed tonight.

Roman looked at Honanstine and pointed to the floor nervously, Roman laughed, Honanstine was really funny.

What a serious person, how funny it is when drunk.

"Me! Step on it! I actually stepped out of a hole...... Belch! ”

Seeing Honan Nestin burp with difficulty, Honan Stin also raised his head and asked Roman.

Theresa watched Honanstine shake her head and speak, feeling that Honnendine was drunk to another level.

Watching Honanstin lean over to Roman asked

"Do you believe it? It's a rainforest! Belch! ”

Jonanstin burped as he was within easy reach of Roman, and Theresa's face twitched several times in succession.

"The little son of the Buda family on the side of the rich armor of Modu! When to live in the same room with snakes, insects, rats and ants! Drink the rusty water from the faucet! The sheets are also baked with mold! No one else believes it, Hiccup—"

She's struggling to control her facial muscles......

Roman looked at Honan Stin and finally looked away, Honan Stine was overdrunk, he wrinkled his nose.

Just as Roman continued to watch with cold eyes as Honansteen's nature was liberated.

Theresa's leaky laughter made him frown.

"Poof......" Theresa's uncontrollable laughter was not slight.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Teresa herself noticed, she pretended not to see anything, and coughed a few times to resolve her embarrassment.