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Chapter 194 2021.2.11 Selfish Drinking Bureau

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    (Summary: Alcohol is the best, and wine is the injury.)

    Yesterday, I dreamed again I hung some favorite clothes on the rope in the middle of the room, then I went out in a beautiful long dress, and when I came back, there was a table of wine in the room, Dad  I was drinking with some friends.  The clothes I have hanging in the center have gone somewhere, I think they may have been removed.

    I didn't eat either, so I sat at the table and ate with them.  Xu Mao (pronouncing) who was in his late forties and approaching fifty came out from the next room with a big smile on his face. He was smiling at me, saying that I was pretty.  Then he came to my right side and sat down at the table, smiling at me and complimenting me on some of my good deeds.  I was a little baffled at first, but I was still happy to hear other people's approval.  But then I heard some bad things about Xu Mao's character.  Looking at the smiling uncle beside him, I couldn't believe it at first.  But now that there is this news, the doubts in my heart are still buried, so I started to observe with a guarded heart.  This observation really has some clues that feel inappropriate, and even suspected of being obscene.

    Then I went out, and when I turned around and came back, the wine bureau had already been withdrawn, but I inferred from the scene that those people had already drunk too much.  I found one of my skirts at the base of the wall on the right hand side, dragged on the dirty floor.  I knew it was the clothes that hung in the middle of the room at first, and figured it must be the result of random placement by people in a hurry to drink.  Good clothes, usually I don¡¯t want to wear them, but now my heart hurts when I see them like this, so I quickly squatted down and picked up the skirt.

    I saw my father lying on the bed not far in front of me, snoring and sleeping, and some of my clothes were hanging on the rope above him.  I hurried to put those clothes back and hang them on my side, feeling very disgusted in my heart, thinking that the snoring or breathing would infect the clothes with the smell of alcohol.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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