It's all husband and wife

12

Descending the mountain was faster than going up, Sihao had something on his mind, so he walked faster, and returned home in less than half an hour.

Walking around in the yard but seeing no one, Sihao grabbed a passing waiter and asked, "Where are others?"

No need to explain, people all over the world know who Young Master Si is talking about. The waiter raised his finger and pointed to the back kitchen, "Boss Du is in the kitchen and said he wants to taste some wine."

Sihao let out a sigh of relief, taking advantage of me not drinking?Just your drinking capacity?Not clean up.

"He can't drink so much, you didn't stop him?" Sihao frowned.

The waiter looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Sihao didn't wait patiently for the waiter's answer, so he went directly to the small restaurant in the back kitchen.

The back kitchen of "Xintian" also has a small dining room, which is specially used to entertain some close friends.

Pushing open the door of the small restaurant, there was no one at the solid wood carved table in the middle, and two people sat upside down on the small square table in the corner.

The small table was very short, and the small bench was even shorter. The man sitting with his back to Sihao had no place to rest his long legs, they were wide open, and he knew who it was just by looking at the tops of his knees.

The person sitting facing him was also considered an old acquaintance, and asked him to design Uncle Qian from Dragon Palace.

Uncle Qian waved his hand and greeted him, "Mr. Si? It's just right, come, have a drink."

Sihao let out a "huh".The person whose back was turned to him turned around and smiled at him, the corners of his mouth and eyes were light red, like pink eyeshadow and rouge, which fascinated Sihao for a while.

"I thought you lived on the mountain today." Du Jia got up and shook.

Sihao immediately stretched out his hand to support him, and the smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, "How much have you drunk?"

"Not much, not much," Uncle Qian pointed to one or two small wine glasses on the table, "He only drank two glasses, ah, no, half a glass, there is still half a glass left in it."

"Uncle Qian is right, not much...not much at all." Du Jia tilted her head and leaned on Sihao's shoulder, stretched out a finger and shook it, and then staggered towards Sihao. Walk by the wall.

"Hey, why are you going?" Sihao put his arms around his waist.

"I'll get you a small stool." Du Jia leaned in his arms and led him forward.

"You go and sit down, I'll take it myself." Sihao put his arms around Du Jia's waist, trying to hug him to the stool and sit down.

"I'll get it for you, you don't know where to put it." The two hugged each other face to face, and Du Jia yelled at her.

So the two of them stuck together, face to face, and the temperature rose like a burning cloud.

"Hey——" Sihao didn't drink, and was quite sober, "You can either go and sit down, or stand up...you are so hot when you are so close to me."

"I'll come, I'll come." Uncle Qian came over kindly, and supported Du Jia from behind, intending to put him on the stool, "He just had a good drink, he didn't get drunk, why did he get confused when he saw you?" into this."

Sihao glanced at him, "Did he drink well just now?"

"That's right, you're still trying to persuade me to eat more vegetables." Uncle Qian exerted some force on his arm, but he didn't drag Du Jia away.

"Didn't you see that he was holding on?" Sihao said, "You can get him drunk for a penny of wine." He turned his head and glanced at the small wine glasses on the table, "There are one or two halves of them, it's strange if you don't get drunk .”

"Oh, then I really didn't know he couldn't drink so much," Uncle Qian continued to exert force, "Hey, Xiao Jia, let go of your hand and go sit down."

"Why should I let go?" Du Jia wrapped her arms around Sihao's neck tightly.

"How can I get you over if you don't let go?" Uncle Qian was sweating, "You let Sihao get the bench."

"I don't want it," Du Jia shook her head, her soft hair rubbed against Sihao's neck, and her arms hugged her even tighter.

"Then I don't care." Uncle Qian let go of his hand, returned to his seat, and picked up his chopsticks to eat and drink.

Du Jia moved her body, whispered into Sihao's ear, "Don't use the bench...I'm your bench, come and sit on me."

"Damn it," Sihao's face was infected by him, turning redr than pink, and he returned it in a breathy voice, "If you do this again, I'll throw you on the bed, and let you show me a good sao."