Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel 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's cooking is first class. So happy, Mommy cooks good food, Daddy cooks good food, and Grandma can cook too."

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

Ever wanted a grandson or granddaughter so badly, and suddenly you have one. Every time I think about it, I feel like I can't believe it. The suffering 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 light taste, she was too happy today and had to drink a little.

Chris looked at the empty glass of wine in front of Joyce and suddenly said, "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 it must have been an exaggeration to remember that twice, when she was drunk, she didn't know what she had done. She really did not want to try a third time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Warner, you usually have a lot of social engagements, why don't you drink anymore? Is that all you can drink?"

Luther was slightly drunk, although he usually socialized, no one dared to fill him with alcol, and he usually had someone to help him block the drinks. But in fact, he can drink far better than others think. It is not too much 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 the end of his rope.

He pretended to stagger to his feet, shook his head hard, pretended he couldn't see what was in front of him, fumbled around for half a day before finding the bottle, then he poured himself a full glass and poured Chris another full glass.

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

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