Yu Xiaoman just stopped the car with his front foot.

Zhao Dong quickly rushed out of the car, bent over and vomited on the side of the road.

I can't remember the last time I was drunk. Anyway, it was a very uncomfortable feeling. My throat was sore and I wanted to hollow out my whole body.

It wasn't until my stomach was empty that I finally felt better.

As the evening breeze blew, Zhao Dong's consciousness gradually sobered up, and the alcoholism gradually dissipated.

Sophie tapped him on the back and handed him some water, "How is it? Is it better?"

Zhao Dong rinsed his mouth and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Sophie said angrily: "Zhao Dong, what do you want me to say about you?"

"You are such a big man, why don't you have any sense of propriety?"

"You can't drink so much, why are you still drinking? You are dying!"

"Even if you die, have you ever thought about me? Have you considered my feelings?"

Zhao Dong didn't know how to explain, "I'm sorry..."

As soon as the words came out, even he was startled, his voice was hoarse and his voice was like a bellows.
Chapter completed!