EX-husband Groveling to Me
Chapter 719 - So Bad At Drinking?

Chapter 719 - So bad at drinking?

The car was already driving away and Izabella was still leaning on the window looking out.

Victor, afraid of bumping his head, reached out and pulled her a little: "There."

Izabella was pulled, did not sit properly, people fell inward, chased into his shoulder.

The boy's body carried a lemony scent and Izabella leaned on the shoulder for two seconds before she responded, "Sorry, Victor."

Victor, looking down at her, "Don't move around, you're drunk."

Izabella sat herself back down and the car stopped at that point and she looked at Victor: "I'm not drunk, really, just a little hot."

She said, after a pause, "Well, it's still a little dizzy."

Victor pushed open the car door, "Here we are, don't move."

"It's here."

Izabella looked out the car window, realized she was really home, touched the door for a moment, felt the lock, and pushed it open in one fell swoop.

She moved to the car, held the door and got out: "Victor, why is the sky spinning?"

Victor came around and held the person up before she fell: "You're drunk."

"Am I drunk?"

Izabella didn't believe she was drunk, but she looked at her feet and thought the ground would turn too.

"I seem to be really drunk, Victor."

Victor slammed the car door shut and doped the person, but Izabella couldn't stand, and he looked at her for a moment, "Hold my neck."

Izabella although drunk, but people are still quite obedient, hear him say this, reach out and hooked his neck: "hug."

As soon as Izabella's words left her mouth, Victor leaned down and straight away princess carried her.

Izabella looked at him, her eyes blinking, "Victor, I can walk by myself."

"Don't move around, I'm not responsible for falling."

Victor saw her struggling to get down and couldn't help but frown a little.

When Izabella heard him say that, she didn't dare to move and just looked straight at Victor.

She is really drunk, people are not completely confused, but the courage is much bigger, look at the look, and also moved on: "Victor, you always purse your lips like this, is not uncomfortable?" On weekdays, she wouldn't dare to look at Victor like that, let alone touch someone with her hands.

Victor only felt a sudden warmth on his lips, and subconsciously tried to purse his lips, but did not want to distrust containing Izabella's fingers for a moment.

He stiffened for a moment and looked down at Izabella in his arms, who also seemed to realize that she had done something wrong and bowed her head: "I didn't mean to do it, Victor." Victor topped his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

"What's going on here?"

Victor was just carrying Izabella up to the second floor when he heard these words from Marcus.

Izabella saw Marcus and was a little embarrassed, raising her hand and struggling slightly.

Victor tsked and walked over to the couch and set the man down before looking at Marcus: "Drunk on some fruit wine."

Izabella was placed on the sofa, and at first she didn't sit still, and she fell over to one side.

Marcus laughed lightly at this and went into the kitchen to make a glass of honey water and came out, "Such a bad drinker?"

Izabella found herself unable to sit still and had to lean back on the couch, her already hot face growing hotter as she listened to Marcus' words.

"Drink some honey water and relieve yourself."

Marcus handed over the honey water, and Izabella looked at it with double vision, her hand grasping it for a moment before she touched it: "Thank you Marcus."

She took the cup and bowed her head to sip the honey water.

Marcus looked at her and found it amusing that the drunken Izabella was dull, sipping a small sip of honey water with her head down, as if she was drinking some good wine. Marcus looked at Izabella for a moment and then turned to Victor: "I thought you never went to class reunions?"

Victor, who was drinking water, heard Marcus' words and he bowed his head, "Milo told me to go."

"Oh.'

Marcus responded with a somewhat meaningful smile.

"She's not a good drinker, why is she still drinking?"

"Didn't notice, did you? Callie gave it to her."

Marcus glanced at Izabella again, "Callie's not chasing you lately?"

"Hmm."

Victor responded, tilting his head back and drinking most of his glass of water, "Marcus, what did you want to ask?"

Marcus smiled a little, "It doesn't matter what I want to ask."

Victor, in a rare moment of weakness, his ears glowing, glanced at Izabella again, "Doesn't she need a sobriety pill in this condition?" "Izabella is still pretty sober."

Marcus said and called out to Izabella, "Izabella, the honey water is good?"

"It's good and sweet."

Izabella said and seemed to remember something: "Where's my book bag, Victor?"

Victor carried the book bag that was sitting on the couch behind him to Izabella. "Thanks, thanks."

Izabella took the bag, looked down and searched inside for a while, found the cookies she made this afternoon, took them out and handed them to Marcus: "Marcus, here you go." The box containing the cookies was quite cute, Marcus thought Izabella had drunkenly given it to him, and laughed a little: "Fine, why did you give me such a cute thing?" "It's cookies."

Victor spoke up.

Marcus twitched his eyebrows and opened the lid of the box and saw the cookies wrapped in blotting paper inside.

The rich, creamy flavor spread immediately, and Marcus was a little surprised: "Did Izabella make this?"

Izabella nodded with some embarrassment, "Well, the class president taught me how to do it."

Marcus picked up a piece and tasted it, the taste was a little different from what he imagined, not very sweet, creamy and cranberry mixed together, sweet and sour, quite delicious. "It's delicious, thanks."

"Marcus likes it just fine."

Izabella listened to Marcus compliment himself and bowed her head a little shyly.

She hugged her school bag, saw the honey water she held in her hand was not yet finished, and started drinking it again.

Marcus covered the cookies, "Get drunk and don't take a shower tonight, Izabella."

Izabella didn't dare to retort that she wasn't drunk anymore, and nodded obediently, "Well, no bath."

Marcus was about to say something else when his phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID, "When she's finished with the honey water, you carry her up to her room."

"I got it."

After Marcus finished, he took his phone and walked out to the balcony.

Victor glanced at Marcus' back, then withdrew his gaze to look back at Izabella: "Finished drinking yet?"

The honey water in Izabella's hand was finished, and she held the glass upside down to prove that it was gone: "Finished."

"Finish your drink and go to your room to rest."

Izabella slowly put down her cup, "I can go, Victor."

Hearing this from her, Victor's movements paused for a moment, "So you're going to your room by yourself?"

Izabella nodded her head heavily, "Mmmmmm."

Only just as she got up, the person fell back down again.