When men drink, they always say some meat jokes, and the brothers in the mountains have already said that the spit stars are splashing, and their faces are red, but Chaoyang will never say this.

He only drank wine and picked a few peanuts to eat from time to time. Sometimes Zhou Shu would say that he was not like a bandit leader, but like a man who saw through the red dust and wanted to become a monk.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone saluted him one by one, and Chao Yang thought that he would have nothing to do tomorrow, so he greedily had a few glasses.

The steps were a little weak and he returned to the room, stretched his hands and lay down on the bed, comfortable.

Twilight felt the bed next to her collapse in her sleep, and then she smelled the strong smell of alcohol, opened her eyes in displeasure, and turned to look at Chaoyang.

This guy is really drunk.

She held out her little handlebar

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