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After being confused by his father, Wilmot ran to the small bar of Nescari's house without thinking about it, and had a painful drink. Mr. Xia and Xiaoguagua were in charge of watching. The difference was that a very Calm down, one is very distressed.

"Brother...don't drink..."

Little Cucumber reached out to snatch Wilmot's wine glass, but he didn't stop him, allowing Little Cucumber to take the glass away, and then continued to drink from the bottle.

"..." Little Cucumber reflexively wanted to grab the wine bottle in Wilmot's hand, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and then he retracted it, turning his eyes to Mr. Xia for help, "Master Xia You can also help me persuade brother..."

"If he wants to drink, let him drink. Anyway, there is no one else here." Mr. Xia sat on the bar chair beside him, propped his chin with one hand and looked at Wilmot blankly, "But it's good if you have money at home. Bring your own minibar and bartender."

Little Cucumber pouted, feeling unhappy: "Drinking too much will damage your brain!"

"I don't believe he doesn't know, he must be sober, otherwise he wouldn't choose to drink in a small bar - drinking in the banquet hall will probably be disgusted by your cool, tyrannical, cold-hearted dad, and it will also attract criticism ...But he still wants to drink," Mr. Xia spread his hands helplessly, "Then just let him go, and he will be hated even if he is persuaded, who is mentally ill and has nothing to do to find someone to hate? You have to persuade yourself Come."

Mr. Xia didn't give support, there was no other way, Little Cucumber could only do it himself: "Brother..."

Before Little Cucumber finished speaking, Wilmot slammed the wine bottle back on the bar, grabbed the car keys on the bar, and stood up.

"I want to go home."

Mr. Xia immediately clapped his hands and said, "I support you! Drunk driving points can be deducted until you have no underwear left. You are a real brave man!"

Wilmot looked down at Mr. Xia: "I'm sober."

"It can be seen that you drink quite well." Mr. Xia glanced at the two or three empty wine bottles on the table with a concentration of more than [-], and shook his left eyebrow, "But people who are drunk insist that they are sober. I reserve my opinion on the issue of whether you are actually sober."

Wilmot thought for a while and replied, "Then I'm drunk."

Mr. Xia immediately climbed up the pole: "Then just stay with me."

Finally realizing that Mr. Xia had dug a hole for him to jump into, Wilmot was not happy: "I want to go home."

Little Cucumber leaned over to Wilmot and stared at him, looking like he was about to cry: "This is your home, you just need to live here."

After a long silence, Wilmot replied: "...I don't need me here, I'm leaving, I won't disturb you."

"Damn, what eight o'clock file are you acting in? Who is the screenwriter? Stand up for me! Deduct your chicken legs for a month... Oh no, deduct your salary for a month!" Mr. Xia impatiently interrupted the conversation between the two brothers and sisters. The drama of bitterness, "Believe it or not, Boss, I will have a wine bottle for you to enjoy the chrysanthemums under the moon and stars?"

Little Cucumber pouted aggrievedly: "Then what do you think you should do..."

"Don't you just want to go home, I'll take him back," said Mr. Xia, knocking heavily on the bar a few times, and said to the bartender, "Bring me all the wine with the highest alcohol content here."

The bartender stopped wiping the wine glasses in his hands, and his eyes drifted to the little cucumber. After getting the permission of the young master, he took down the wine that met Mr. Xia's requirements and put it on the bar. There are five bottles in total, all of which are Famous wine with a degree of 65 and upwards.Boss Xia didn't talk too much, he opened the bottle cap, held down Wilmot, and poured it to death, which surprised Cucumber so much that he forgot to close his mouth.

Regarding this, Mr. Xia’s explanation was: “I’m afraid that he won’t think about it and will grab my steering wheel. I really don’t really want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

It has to be said that Wilmot's alcohol capacity is really good, and he didn't lose any movement until the third bottle bottomed out.

Mr. Xia put Wilmot on his back, and never walked out through the side door of the banquet hall: "I'm leaving."

"I'm going too!" Little Cucumber took off her high heels and ran after Mr. Xia.

"Are you trying to kill me or your brother?" Wilmot was quite heavy, and it was a little difficult for Mr. Xia to walk with him on his back. What to do? Your brother and I can die immediately and show you if you believe it or not?"

"I won't, I'll follow," Little Cucumber supported Wilmot, "You must have someone to open the door for you, right? What if you break my brother?"

Boss Xia gritted his teeth and replied, "Your Boss, I can't break him even if I break his waist. Do tall and powerful people say that you can break it if you break it? You think highly of me."

"I don't care," Little Cucumber snatched the car keys that Wilmot was holding in his hand, and smiled smugly and unduly. "Now the car keys are in my hands, you have to listen to me."

"Whatever you want, if you kill your brother, don't say I didn't warn you... Unlock the lock, open the door!"

After Little Cucumber helped Mr. Xia open the car door, fearing that he would regret it, he got into the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and grasped the handlebars in one go, showing his determination not to get out of the car.He just felt sorry for his brother, who was randomly thrown in the back seat by Mr. Xia like garbage, and his head was slammed on the car door, judging from the sound, it was at least the degree of bruises.

Pulling Wilmot's hand from the back seat to turn on the fingerprint authentication system, fastening the seat belt, turning on the navigation, Mr. Xia started the car and headed for Wilmot's high-end apartment.

"My lord, are you angry?" Little Cucumber asked cautiously, tilting her head to the side to observe Mr. Xia's face.

"There's no need for that, and I'm not that free," Mr. Xia didn't even look at Little Cucumber, turned on the turn signal and concentrated on watching the road and steering wheel, "But it doesn't mean I won't retaliate, I have this hobby."

"I'm not afraid," Little Cucumber sat down with peace of mind, raised her feet and giggled, "You still owe me a favor, sir, you can't be angry with me."

Mr. Xia distractedly glanced at Little Cucumber: "Favour?"

"Yeah, if it weren't for me, the old man probably wouldn't be able to play the game," Little Cucumber lifted his chin triumphantly, "I'm Christina, Brother Xing asked me to pretend to be the big lady last time, but I Exceeded the standard to complete the task and served the old lady obediently! By the way, the sweet and sour pork ribs served by the old lady are delicious, I will go there again in the future!"

"..." Could his social circle be narrower?Mr. Xia thought silently while turning the steering wheel.

"Actually, my brother wasn't like that at first." Christina said suddenly after changing the subject.

Mr. Xia's eyes were fixed on the navigation, and he was completely uninterested in Wilmot's past: "Oh... yes."

"I don't know very well, I just overheard other adults talking..." Christina turned and glanced at Wilmot who was in a coma, "It is said that aunt ran away with other men... oh , the aunt is my brother's biological mother, and my second brother and I are half-brothers... Originally, the aunt took me with me, but then she seemed to feel that she could not give my brother the best life... and sent him back at home..."

Mr. Xia squinted his eyes and replied, "It's not that I want to say..."

"I know, I know," Kristina raised her voice and interrupted what Mrs. Xia wanted to say, "Auntie is a free person by nature, very artistic and beautiful... I've heard that. But compared to that This kind of realistic reason... I would rather believe what I heard, because I believe my brother thinks the same way."

The four words "self-deception" were on the verge of blurting out, but Mr. Xia swallowed them back abruptly—indeed, he couldn't be sure whether Wilmot's mother really thought so. It's not good for an outsider to express any opinion on this matter, so it's better to keep your mouth shut.

Seeing that Boss Xia's reaction was not particularly good, Christina hurriedly said: "Of course, there is a reason why I think so... When I first came back to this house, my brother was still very resistant to us, including the boss. Dad, this proves that aunt and...that man must be very good to me, so that I can miss them. Later, I probably accepted this cruel fact, or maybe the temptation of my biological father was not small, so I started to take the initiative Contacting Dad is a very positive and friendly kind!"

Mr. Xia glanced at Wilmot in the rearview mirror, and replied, "I can't imagine it."

Speaking of her childhood memories, the corners of Kristina's mouth curled up in a happy arc: "At that time, every day when Dad came home, my brother would walk around behind Dad's buttocks, serving tea, pouring water, beating his back and shoulders. No. My second brother and I like to cling to my brother. If we don’t let us, we will cry for you! Crying while hugging our thighs! So my father drags three slugs behind him every day, crying, screaming, laughing and making noise. Thinking about it now, maybe It's one head and two big."

"So it turned into a tragedy of a hot face sticking a cold butt?"

Mr. Xia's sharp rhetorical question made Christina unable to refute, so she could only continue to say: "Dad did it very obviously. I had a fight with my second brother, so I hugged and coaxed her. I have never seen my father give my brother a good face. But my brother is still the same as before. My second brother and I didn’t care about my dad at all, we wanted my brother. On the one hand, it cut down the time that I spend alone with my dad, and on the other hand, it made my dad think that my brother is making us restless. The culprit, and then... sent my brother abroad."

The corners of Mr. Xia's mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile: "After hearing this, I already fully understand why your father can become a business giant."

"It's a bit cruel... At the beginning, I also begged my father, and my second brother and I cried heartbreakingly every day. Anyway, I didn't want my brother to go out, but my father was still determined to do it," said here, Christina paused for a long time, "Although it sounds cold-blooded, I think it's because dad loves aunt very much, otherwise he wouldn't treat brother so childishly."

"Where's your mother?"

"I see it very openly, and my mother also sees it very openly. From the results, my father has accomplished what my aunt failed to do, gave my brother the best life, and took into account my mother's mood... After all My brother is a child born to my father and his ex-wife, and my mother will be more or less concerned about it, not to say that she hates it, but she certainly didn't like it at the time, so... it is probably the best decision to send my brother out."

"Oh……"

After that, Christina talked about a lot of interesting things about her childhood, and the follow-up after Wilmot went abroad, and she laughed happily. The short story did eliminate a lot of boredom during this tedious drive.Mr. Xia was listening most of the time, and occasionally added a few sentences and asked a few questions without seeming abrupt.

"My brother hasn't changed much since he came back from abroad. He's still the one I know. I thought his personality would become distorted because he hated his father, but in fact he didn't. This makes me very happy."

Mr. Xia's expression became a little complicated: "I think your understanding of distortion is different from mine... Besides, don't you think this feeling of self-pity is itself very twisted?"

Christina was taken aback for a moment, and asked back, "Why? What's different?"

"Forget it, just treat them as the same. When you arrive, you go up and open the door first."

Just when Mr. Xia carried Wilmot out of the car with some difficulty, and walked a short distance to go upstairs, he saw Christina rushing out of the apartment with an embarrassing expression on her face.

"There is no key to his house here..." Christina shook the car key.

"..."

Subsequently, Christina conducted a blanket search of Wilmot's body, but found no trace of other keys.In desperation, she had no choice but to find the manager of the apartment and wanted to get the spare key to open the door, but was told that the gentleman's spare key had already been taken by him, and they couldn't provide any help except to contact the locksmith to destroy the door... ...of course, it's better not to do this, because doors are expensive!Very, expensive!The suggestion is to go back and find the key.

So after carefully searching in the car several times to no avail, Mr. Xia looked at the time on his phone and had to make a decision—to transport Wilmot back to his home as quickly as possible, and Before Kuang Leng Diao finds out, send Christina back, and check if the key has been dropped in the greenhouse or the small bar. If it doesn't work, let Wilmot stay at his house for one night, anyway, there is already a parasite at home Worms, one more will not be crowded at all.

After sending Wilmot to his home like this, Mr. Xia didn't have time to explain to Liu Xing what was going on, so he sent Christina back without stopping.After spending most of the day in small bars, conservatories, and banquet halls without finding any trace of the keys, he had to give up the idea and drive home.

By the time he opened the door of his house, it was already past one o'clock in the middle of the night.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes. After drinking the bad milk tea that Liu Xing helped him make, he closed his eyes and stretched his legs, and fell asleep on the sofa.

When he woke up the next day, the first thing Mr. Xia did was to fill himself with bath water, and then he brushed his teeth and washed his face.

The moment he soaked in the warm water, he exaggeratedly felt that he was almost reborn.

So he picked up the water in the bathtub and washed his face again. With both hands, he pushed back all the unsightly hair, revealing his entire face.

People who live alone usually don't have the habit of locking the door when taking a shower, so Mr. Xia was not particularly surprised when Wilmot pushed the door in with a face that was dying of a headache after a hangover. , yes, his surprise was elsewhere.

After discovering Mr. Xia in the bathtub, Wilmot opened his mouth wide: "...Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

President Xia looked at Wilmot with a complicated expression: "You don't take off your clothes in the shower?"

"Oh, take off, excuse me." After speaking, Wilmot turned and walked out of the bathroom.

But just as Mr. Xia turned his head back, Wilmot rushed into the bathroom again.

"No, why are you at my house?"

Mr. Xia raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and pointed his index finger down: "This is my home."

Wilmot looked at Mr. Xia in a daze: "Oh... But, why am I at your house?"

Mr. Xia took a deep breath, and replied as patiently as possible: "You were drunk yesterday, and I don't have the key to your house."

"Oh, I see." With that, Wilmot exited the bathroom again.

Mr. Xia stared at the bathroom door and seriously considered whether he should get up to close and lock the door.

However, it turns out that this is not necessary.

Because Wilmot rushed in again.

Then... I froze.

"...I forgot what I was going to ask."

Mr. Xia closed his eyes with his forehead closed, and endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back.

So he pointed out the door with his free other finger, and roared, "Get out immediately and drink the cup of sober tea on the table immediately! Immediately, immediately! Immediately, immediately! Remember to close the door before going out." !"

"..."

Ten minutes later, Mr. Xia casually wrapped a towel around his lower body, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Brother has decided, brother is going to give you a big makeover."

"..."