Timothy should be that good.


    But she was very moved by Ye Wenshan''s efforts, although they did not succeed.


    No, it''s a little bit successful.


    Timothy wasn''t drunk, at least drunk, and he walked a little bit vapid.


    On the way back, Timothy and angel Ye sat in the back row.


    He held her hand all the time, his head against her, his eyes closed, as if in a deep sleep.


    Ye Anqi moved her body and tried to push him away. She pushed him away and leaned over again.


    She had identified that he was not asleep.


    But she pretended not to know.


    Ye Anqi pushed him away, and he leaned over again.


    "Timothy, are you drunk?"


    “……”


    "Whether you''re drunk or not, stay away from me, OK?"


    Timothy still doesn''t wake up.


    Ye Anqi smelled the wine on his body and was very uncomfortable.


    "Open the window." She said to the driver.


    "Yes, Miss Ye."


    The driver presses a button and the window slides down.


    Outside the wind pouring in, ye Anqi looked out of the window and ignored him.


    She thought of her mind.


    I don''t know what yeshitian wants to do.


    But no matter what he does, she will cooperate with him.


    ……


    Back at the castle, ye Anqi and the servant help Timothy into the living room.


    It''s not that ye Anqi wants to help him, but Timothy has been relying on her, and she can''t push it.


    Timothy pretended to be crazy by drinking and held her in his arms.


    Ye Anqi pushed him on the sofa. As a result, she was led to fall and lay prone on Timothy.


    The man''s hand quickly and smoothly around her waist.


    "Timothy, can you stop pretending to be crazy with your wine?" Ye Anqi struggled for a few times and didn''t break free.


    Timothy''s expression was dim. "Angie, you''ll be my wife the day after tomorrow."


    "So what?"


    "So I can hold you whatever I want."


    “……” Ye Anqi forced hard and finally broke his hand.


    She told the servant, "bring the wine!"


    The servant quickly brought a bottle of wine and handed it to her.


    Ye Anqi opened the bottle stopper and put the bottle to Timothy. "I don''t think you are drunk completely. The acting is too fake. After drinking this bottle, I believe you are really drunk."


    Timothy hook lips a smile, blurred black eyes like bright stars.


    "I drink, you let me hold it?"


    Ye Anqi raised her eyebrows. "If you can''t drink it, I''ll let you hold it. But I think you will be drunk and unconscious


    With that she went upstairs.


    Timothy follows and the two enter the bedroom.


    "You said it. If I don''t drink it, you let me hold it."


    Ye Anqi obviously did not believe that he was not drunk, and she did not return, "yes, I said it."


    "You wait." Timothy laughed, looked up and drank.


    Ye Anqi looked back and saw that he was pouring wine.


    Her eyes flashed.


    Timothy quickly emptied half of the bottle. He put it down and slowed down.


    Ye Anqi deliberately satirized him, "OK, don''t try your best. If you''re drunk, I''ll be responsible. "


    Timothy smiles. "Don''t worry, I won''t die of drunkenness. I will hold you, all kinds of hugs. "


    What he said was particularly ambiguous, and ye Anqi could not help worrying.


    What if he''s not really drunk?


    Anyway, what she said was hug, not love.


    Holding means holding two people together


    Timothy continued to drink the rest of the bottle.


    He quickly drank up a bottle of wine, which he left behind.


    He said with a smile, "look, I''m not drunk."


    Ye Anqi stepped back a few steps, "you take two steps to show me."