[BL] I Heard You Are Going To Marry Me

Chapter 147 - 148

Chapter 147 

　　He was smiling foolishly, leaning against the door frame, holding a wine bottle in his hand, his clothes were twisted and dirty, and he didn't know where he had rolled.

　　I really want to kick him to the stairs, let him sleep there for a night to sober up, and let him talk nonsense.

　　Then he thought again, he was in good health and would definitely catch a cold if he slept at the stairs for a night.

　　Su Mo gritted his teeth and pulled Xing Biao in.

　　Xing Biao chuckled and sat down on the sofa.

　　"Waiter, another dozen beers!"

　　Su Mo went up and kicked him on the calf. You think I'm a waiter.

　　"Just stay here. You reek of alcohol and stink to death."

　　Never mind, he's already inside the house and won't freeze to death.

　　I stared at him with my arms crossed, angrily, "Drunkard, you can't live without drinking for a day, don't you know what's wrong with your body? I have to teach him a lesson."

　"You bastard, I've told you eight hundred times but you still won't listen. Do you think my words are bullshit? Fine, you take my warning to heart and sleep here this month. When you stop drinking completely, you can go inside! I'll kill you if I don't drink! Don't you know your own stomach? You think you're strong and powerful, and you're an invincible King Kong? It's a pity that you have the stomach of Lin Daiyu. If you have stomach bleeding again, I'll cut out your entire stomach and see what you can do."

　　Xing Biao narrowed his eyes and laughed.

　　"My dear."

　　Su Mo's anger suddenly rose.

　　Grabbing Xing Biao's collar.

　　"Tell me, tell me clearly, what did you do tonight? Did you go fooling around with the young lady and the young master again? Who are you calling darling? Are you looking for death?"

　　After shaking him vigorously a few times, Xing Biao finally opened his eyes and saw Su Mo.

　　"This big, small, chubby thing is especially attractive."

　　He stretched out his hands to Su Mo, put his hands together, palms facing up, and his hands could hold the child up. A newborn baby could definitely be held up like this.

　　Su Mo was confused. What was this palm-sized treasure? A child? Impossible. It wasn't a little mouse, cat or dog. How could it be this big in the palm? Absolutely impossible.

　　There is no point in talking to a drunk person, and what he says is incoherent.

　　Su Mo gave up talking to him, it just didn't make sense.

　　"Get up and wash yourself, you stink of alcohol."

　　Xing Biao picked up the bottle and was about to pour more wine into it. His mind was now full of children, his and Su Mo's child. In less than three months, their son would be born.

　　Su Mo snatched the bottle of wine from him.

　　"No more drinking."

　　"What?"

　　Xing Biao frowned and yelled, he was still in high spirits. Su Mo went up and took off his coat. It was too dirty, how could he sleep like this?

　　Xing Biao felt someone undressing him, so he went up and waved his hand, directly pushing Su Mo aside. Su Mo was caught off guard and his knee hit the coffee table, and he almost fell down.