"Okay." Yan Rusheng looked at the grandfather and grandson, a sly smile crossed his eyes, he strode to the old man's side and helped him pull out the chair, "Compared with Jiang Zhuoheng, my alcohol consumption is still slightly better." ”

He looked at Xu Xu again, "It's Christmas, just let me have a drink with my grandfather, I won't drink too much." ”

Lifelike was very determined, "No, you can't drink a glass." ”

After speaking, she cast a warning look at Yan Rusheng.

The punishment kneeling hasn't passed yet, and he still dares to make a mistake.

That look in Yan Rusheng's eyes is like saying: You don't want to eat meat anymore?

However, Yan Rusheng felt that coaxing his grandfather at this time was the king, and after thinking about it in his heart, he smiled and said, "If I drink too much, I won't go back tonight." ”

Grandpa immediately nodded in agreement, "That's it, you two go to your apartment together." ”

looked at his old man with contempt, didn't he look down on this guy very much? For the sake of wine, even the principle is gone.

"Only a little bit." Lifelike finally relented and put the bottle down.

She knew that in fact, grandpa was not so gluttonous, if he was really so greedy, as long as she didn't come, he could drink every day, and Qi Lei could still control him?

But he was happy that she was back.

Yan Rusheng unscrewed the lid of the wine bottle, first helped her grandfather pour the wine, and watched vividly, when the wine glasses were two or three taels, when she was almost halfway poured, she began to shout to stop.

But once you start drinking, it's hard to stop.

Especially if you want to prove that your alcohol consumption is better than Jiang Zhuoheng in front of the old man, you will inevitably be greedy.

After eating a meal, the old man's wine cabinet bottomed out, and Young Master Yan fell.

……

Yan Rusheng didn't know how long he had been asleep, he slowly opened his eyes, and the light in the room was very dim.

What a headache!

He reached out and gently rubbed his forehead and temples.

What does it taste like? Yan Rusheng sniffed, as if there was a smell of Chinese herbs, the more he smelled, the stronger it became, where was he?

Consciousness suddenly returned, he pressed his hands on the bed board, sat up suddenly, and looked at this strange room with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes in disbelief.

Through the gap in the curtains, he could see that the sky outside was not very bright, and it was blue.

Yan Rusheng was recalling what happened last night, when an old man's voice suddenly came from his ear, "Yan San, I didn't expect you to get up earlier than me as a young man." ”

Immediately afterwards, a figure suddenly stood up beside him, "Young people just have to get up early, not be lazy." ”

Young Master Yan, who has always been a little clean, has been petrified!

Is he still in his grandfather's TCM clinic? And he shared the same bed with this old man last night?

No wonder it smells of Chinese herbs.

"Yan San, get up quickly, come downstairs with me to exercise."

Yan Rusheng refused to accept the fact that he had slept with the old man all night last night, and the old man had already trained himself to get dressed and get out of bed.

After a while, Yan Rusheng's voice came out, "Oh, good." ”

He got out of bed and put on the dirty clothes he had worn yesterday, although they were not dirty, but for him the clothes he had worn for a day without changing were dirty.

He glanced at the bed he had slept in the previous night, the dark grey sheets covered, the position in which he slept was messy.

Then, he glanced around the room again, and the small room, although the furniture in it was old, was well placed and cleaned.

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