So the two men drank so roughly and I was confused and a little confused.
Leo is a matter of the heart, men's heart is generally a drink, smoke a few cigarettes to relieve a little, women are crying or say, both do not affect the body and mind.
I suddenly figured out why many husbands die earlier than their wives, because the drinking and smoking accounts for a large part of it.
The two drank a lot, Leo had the intention to get himself drunk, so he poured himself a lot of wine, and in a short while was staggering on the table with his chin at his side.
When I saw the redness on Dennis' face, I was stunned and thought I was probably drunk. I raised my hand to hold down his hand as he continued to lift the glass and said, "Dennis, you don't have to keep drinking, it's not good for your health.
He raised his eyes to look at me, and his recent smile swung away, "It's not a problem!"
Seeing that I couldn't talk him out of it, I frowned and looked at him a little angry, "Dennis, you ......"
Seeing this, he instead put down the glass in his hand, a light smile appeared on his handsome face, and spoke, "Okay, I won't drink."
Leo was a little drunk, lying on the table looking at us, talking in a buzzing voice, "I say you two couples are not finished? I'm fucking drinking here, can you be a little compassionate and give me a little comfort?"
Dennis raised his eyebrows, did not make a sound, but a one-handed pestle face looking at me, that look is to have a few appreciation of the look.
I misplaced my gaze with him, looked at Leo, and spoke, "Had a fight with Karina? Or did you do something hurtful?"
He tsked, visibly displeased, "What do you mean I've done something harmful? What harm could I do?"
I raised my eyebrows without making a sound and looked at him faintly.
After a moment of silence, he sighed slightly, took a sip of mulled wine, bowed his head, and said half-heartedly, "Karina, she's leaving, what about the baby?"
I froze, just for a moment, and then said seriously, "Leo, do you care if Karina leaves, or because she leaves the child without a mother?"
Leo did not open his mouth anymore, just poured himself a few sips of wine in a row and sighed slightly, "The child has no mother, he is still too young."
I frowned, some warm anger, "Leo, Karina so many years of youth and love to you, and the last thing she got to retain is that the child needs a mother, and what about you? To you, she is just a tool to give birth to your children? Is she even less than a wife to you?"
He looked at me, a little confused, more a little clueless, "I can give her, should give her, I have given, I will not take a wife, she can not marry me in name only, I have given all the other money, why is she still not satisfied? What I have given her, she will not be able to find and meet anyone in her life."
I looked at Leo, suddenly some do not know what to say, perhaps his thinking and lifestyle make him feel that for a woman, food and clothing are the best, is what a woman wants most, but people and people are different, Karina want, maybe really not money.
But I have no way to talk clearly with Leo, all this is decided by each other's way of thinking, not right or wrong.
I couldn't help but look to the silent Dennis on the side and spoke, "It's getting late, shall we go home?"
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