Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 985 Drunk And Dizzy

Hela said in a strange, sarcastic tone from the side, "Darlan, it looks like you are very envious."

"No, no, I am just happy for them."

How would Darlan dare provoke the tigress in his own house? He quickly raised his wine glass and drank with the old uncle to calm his nerves.

In front of the living room door, on the left table were all kinds of drinks, Martell, Hennessy, Remy Martin, and all kinds of baijiu and red wine, everything you could want.

On the left were two large plastic boxes. Inside the boxes were crushed ice and water, chilling all kinds of drinks and beer. You could say that tonight, however you wanted to drink your fill, you could.

Daniel and Luis consciously opened a bottle of Martell. Each holding a pitcher, they followed behind their parents-in-law, playing the role of pouring the wine.

"Congratulations, congratulations. This residence of yours is too impressive."

"Many thanks, many thanks. Eat and drink well, everyone. Thank you!!!"

"Luis, tonight you are not allowed to leave until you have drunk your fill. I heard that last time at Old Wang's place you drank to your heart's content."

"Leah is already so big, and you usually drink plenty of alcohol. Now you are drinking beer like a woman... no, no, switch to alcohol."

After going around one circle, Arthur was simply beaming with spring breeze. Bringing his two lovely wives along to toast, who would not be envious and jealous?

The key was that his daughters were all so beautiful. The two sons-in-law, Luis was handsome and tall, and Daniel, though not tall enough, still had his looks to make up for it. However you looked at them, they looked like dragons and phoenixes among men.

His two wives were also dressed up beautifully, wearing jadeite and gold jewelry, wealth and nobility pressing down on people.

"Pour a little less!"

Halfway through, Suzanne quietly showed some concern.

Luis nodded as if agreeing, but one look at his mother-in-law's ambiguous eyes and this sentence was directly pillow talk.

In the countryside, generally the livelier the invited guests, the more face you had. These twenty tables, with families bringing their dependents, and quite a few coming from the city, that was even more face.

Especially with Nancy's Benz big G at the head. Although the parked cars were not the luxury supercar type, they were still luxury cars impressive enough in the countryside. One could just imagine how happy Arthur and his old mother were today.

Twenty tables, toasting table by table. Even though Luis and Daniel both had good alcohol tolerance, they were both a bit tipsy.

The others need not even be mentioned. Nancy had been full of spirit at first, but by halfway she had secretly switched to cola.

Those who had not drunk were fine. Those who had drunk, after this whole circle, their heads were slightly dizzy. Suzanne's alcohol tolerance could be considered pretty good.

Through the whole process, seeing Ruth drinking real alcohol, she naturally followed along and drank heartily. At this moment she did not want to leave an impression of being awkward and pretentious.

Her steps were light and her whole body felt floaty, because through the whole process Ruth had been holding her hand. This seemed to be a kind of recognition of status.

Although she did not know a single person here, and no introductions were made the whole time, at this moment, compared to the alcohol, Ruth's attitude was even more intoxicating.

What she did not know was that alcohol was the best matchmaker for lust. Ruth had obviously become very firm in this idea. She was going to put another bright green hat on her own husband.

After toasting one circle and returning to the main table, everyone had a face full of wine flush.

Arthur let out a drunken burp. His eyes looked tenderly toward Ruth. He poured himself more wine and said, "Ruth, I want to toast you a cup. These years you have worked hard."

"These years it has all been my fault. I have let you down. I swear that in the future I will definitely not make you angry. I will not hit back when hit and not talk back when scolded."

At this time, Suzanne should have stopped him. After drinking so much, he should eat some food.

But she very smartly did not speak up, because if she dared to open her mouth to stop him for this reason, it would be no different from courting hatred.

"Just this, not a bit of sincerity."

Ruth sneered, took the wine bottle and said, "Arthur, since when was your alcohol tolerance so pathetic?"

At night the drinking used small goblets. They all poured just a tiny bit at the bottom. If you said dry, you dried it. Even if you did not drink it clean, it did not matter.

Ruth took his cup. While pouring into it she scolded with a smile, "Like a woman. To toast this old lady with just this little sincerity, not refreshing at all."

A small goblet filled to the brim was at least three glasses or more. Looking at this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment.

After Ruth finished pouring the wine, she looked at him with a half-smile. Arthur was first stunned, then laughed boldly, "Right, right, this is what sincerity is. It was I who was inconsiderate."

After saying this, he picked up a full cup of foreign liquor and raised his glass, saying, "Ruth, come, I toast you."

"This is more like it!"

Ruth raised her glass, which had only a thin layer, and clinked it with his.

Tilting his head back, Arthur directly downed a full cup. Suzanne first furrowed her delicate brows slightly, then looking at this scene that seemed to have dissolved all past grievances, she revealed a gentle smile.

She picked up the wine bottle and also poured herself a full big cup. Imitating Arthur, she raised her wine glass, "Ruth, this cup I toast to you!!"