You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299

Picking up her chopsticks, she gave Anderson a piece of beef, "Andres,eat up, Grandma's cooking is delicious."

"Mmmmmm." Anderson took a bite and raved, "Wow, Grandma'scooking is first class. So happy, Mommy cooks good food, Daddy cooksgood food, and Grandma can cook t00."

Cecelia looked at Anderson with a gentle and doting face, feelingparticularly happy inside her heart.

Ever wanted a grandson or granddaughter so badly, and suddenly youhave one. Every time I think about it, I feel like I can't believe it. Thesuffering lasted too long and the happiness came too suddenly.

She picked up the glass of wine in front of her and took a sip, a lighttaste, she was too happy today and had to drink a little.

Chris looked at the empty glass of wine in front of Joyce and suddenlysaid, "Why didn't cousin pour herself a drink? Everyone is drinking,doesn't cousin drink?"

Joyce, "..."

How should she explain it?

She was so bad at drinking, and crucially, even worse at drinking, that itmust have been an exaggeration to remember that twice, when shewas drunk, she didn't know what she had done. She really did not wantto try a third time.

"Mommy's not much of a drinker." Anderson interjected at the righttime.

Joyce hurriedly squeezed her eyes towards Anderson, how can shereveal her mommy's shortcomings in front of outsiders?

Chris followed up, “I remember my aunt has a very good capacity foralcol, cousin inherited from my aunt, should not be bad, tonight is ahappy day, how much to drink a little it."

Joyce is a little difficult, do not drink feel that the past, drink it and fearthat they are out of order.

Luther would have liked to discourage Chris from trying to get Joyce todrink, Joyce's taste in alcol, he knew best.

He was just about to open his mouth when suddenly, he pursed his thinlips and stopped.

His dark eyes rolled, he changed his tone from the usual, "Joyce, it'srare to go home for a reunion, you drink a little too.”

After saying that, he took the initiative to pick up the bottle and pouredJoyce half a glass of wine.

Joyce looked at Luther in amazement. He didn't stop her from drinking?He knew that she would get drunk when she drank and would go crazywith alcol. In the past, he did not allow her to drink.

Luther did not change his face, "Drink less, control yourself, it's okay."The words sounded like comfort, but in fact he had other plans in mind."Okay." Joyce reluctantly, since everyone was letting her drink, shewould drink a little less. Try to control herself.

"Come on, cheers."

Cecelia raises her glass.

The atmosphere was warm and lively as everyone raised their glassesand mingled.

After a few drinks, Chris began to provoke Luther.

"Mr. Warner, you usually have a lot of social engagements, why don'tyou drink anymore? Is that all you can drink?"

Luther was slightly drunk, although he usually socialized, no one daredto fill him with alcol, and he usually had someone to help him block thedrinks. But in fact, he can drink far better than others think. Itis not toomuch to say that a thousand glasses can not be drunk.

Chris, on the other hand, had some unnaturally red cheeks.

Luther thought to himself, "The way Chris looks, he's just about at theend of his rope.

He pretended to stagger to his feet, shook his head hard, pretended hecouldn't see what was in front of him, fumbled around for half a daybefore replaceing the bottle, then he poured himself a full glass and pouredChris another full glass.

Feigning that he was already drunk, "Drink, who says I only have thisamount of alcol. Whoever doesn't drink today is a grandson.”

If he doesn't bring Chris down today, his last name is not Left!