Thinking of this, Chen Bin looked at Wang Jun silently drinking on the sofa.
The guilt in his heart grew stronger.
"Godfather, drinking alone is boring, let me drink with you."
Wang Jun didn't speak, just quietly watched TV.
Chen Bin didn't dare to speak either and could only sit silently beside him.
No one knows how much time had passed when Wang Jun finally finished a whole bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).
He drunkenly collapsed onto the sofa.
Seeing this, Chen Bin immediately helped him into the bedroom with Zhao Xinmei.
During this process, Wang Jun kept mumbling that he wasn't drunk.
After putting him on the bed, Zhao Xinmei didn't show any sign of complaining.
She directly bent down to help Wang Jun take off his shoes.
The latter suddenly sat up and grabbed Zhao Xinmei's arm.
With bloodshot eyes, he stared directly at her.
Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter, do you want to vomit?"
"Xinmei, tell me the truth, do you have someone else outside?"
