Miss, My Father loves you novel Chapter 123

Daryl returned to the private room, but her face was not very good.

Lyman sat beside her with the microphone in his arms. "What's wrong with you, Darry? What happened outside just now?"

"No."

Daryl was a little upset. She picked up a bottle of wine on the table and opened it.

"No, Darry, don't drink so much!"

Seeing that she drank more and more, Lyman couldn't help but persuade her.

"No, I don't feel well."

Daryl held the bottle tightly.

In an hour.

Lyman sat in the middle of the sofa, helpless. Beside him were the cries and curses of Daryl.

"Why do they bully me like this?"

"I won't give in. Let me tell you!"

"I'm alone. I'm not afraid of anything!"

Hearing Daryl's words, Lyman sighed and said, "Okay, I know. Dairy, you are the best. Can you stop drinking?" "No way!"

Daryl's face flushed. Her consciousness was in a daze and she said drunken words.

"I want wine! Don't refuse me, or I won't like you!"

She reached out to grab the bottle on the table while she was speaking.

Lyman stopped her, "Okay, wait a minute. Let me get it for you, okay?"

"Umm..."

Daryl grabbed Lyman's hair and said, "What's this? It's so soft. Is it a sofa?"

"Oh my God! This is my hair!"

Lyman accompanied Daryl who got drunk for a long time. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and called Dillon.

Half an hour later, Dillon arrived, accompanied by Zack!

"Cousin, I finally know how annoying I am after getting drunk."

When Lyman saw him, he pounced on him as if he was his Savior!

When Zack dodged the attack, Lyman fell on Dillon.

"Mr. Lyman, calm down." Dillon held him up, "You are fine when you are drunk."

"Really? Then can I ask you Dillon for help when I get drunk?"

"Please don't take my words seriously, Mr. Lyman." Zack approached Daryl.

She was really special when she was drunk. Her beautiful face flushed, her clear eyes became blurred, and her slender body was very soft. And she looked like a fool.

"Daryl, do you still recognize who I am?" Zack squatted down and asked her in a low voice.

"You? Zack!" Daryl held the bottle and approached him carefully. Then she shook her head and said, "No, Bennie. You are Bennie. You have grown up!"

Zack resisted the urge to beat her. He wanted to take off the bottle in her hand, but she held it tightly and refused to give it to him.

"Zack, don't bully me!"

He was going to grab her things. She recognized he was Zack at once and even threatened him with bold words.

"Believe it or not, I won't play with you anymore!"

"I believe you."

Gritting his teeth, Zack uttered two words. Then he reached out and picked her up.

After thinking for a while, he threatened her coldly, "Daryl, if you dare to vomit on me, I will throw you on the road. Do you understand?"

Daryl didn't say a word. She kept rubbing in his arms, trying to find a comfortable angle to lie down.

With a cold face, Zack held her in his arms and walked out. Dillon, did I have an illusion?'

Lyman stood still, held Dillon's hand and asked in disbelief, "Did my cousin lift Daryl up?"