It's so hard to be an auntie!

Chapter 11 Drunkenness

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Chen Shu parked the car firmly at the gate of the most popular food stall in the Geili community.

Mr. You stared blankly at the blue roof in front of him.

"What's the matter? Get out of the car!" Director Chen pushed the person behind him, "Is your butt stuck?"

Mr. You didn't speak.

Chen Shu tilted the car on his own, preparing to get out of the car.

Mr. You Jingui's feet dipped into the dirty water on the ground.

On the feet is a pair of limited edition AJs.

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I……

Forget it, in order to please the future wife.

I will endure.

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Chen Shu looked at Mr. You's face, as if he had knocked over the sauce vat, and it was ups and downs.

He was a little apprehensive: "You...are you unwilling to have dinner with me?"

Mr. You waved his hands again and again: "No, I don't."

Only then did Director Chen smile again, his brows and eyes were curved, and he looked extraordinarily vivid in this smoky food stall.

"Then let's go!" Chen took the initiative to boldly stretch out his hand, grabbed Mr. You's sleeve and walked in, "What are you eating?"

Mr. You was dazed by the sudden ambiguity: "Anything is fine! You decide."

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After a while, fatty intestines, fried pork liver, and tripe with scallion oil came up.

The beads of sweat on Mr. You's forehead gradually grew larger and tended to drip.

Chen Shu sucked his tongue and asked him with a big mouth: "Why don't you eat?"

Director Chen's mouth was surrounded by red oil, and his mouth was so hot that he wanted to take a bite.

Mr. You looked at a large pile of internal organs on the table, and swallowed hesitantly: "Do you... like to eat offal?"

"Yes! It's delicious in the world." Chen Shu wiped his mouth, and pushed his favorite fat sausage to Mr. You, "Mr. You, don't you like it?"

Not very loving.

And the only offal I ate was foie gras.

He couldn't say that.

It's like showing off your wealth.

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Under Chen Shu's expectant eyes, Mr. You moved his chopsticks.He reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls of hairy belly.

The aroma of scallion oil fills the whole mouth, and there is no fishy smell as imagined.

"It's quite delicious." Mr. You moved his chopsticks more frequently.

"Really!" Chen Shu looked at him with his face propped up, and his smile deepened.

Mr. You can look so handsome while eating.

It would be so charming if you were sitting in a high-end restaurant holding a knife and fork.

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Just think about it.

I can't even get into that kind of place.

Chen Shu glanced at Mr. You, his long legs crossed casually, as if sitting on the white plastic chair out of the throne.

At that moment, Chen Shu felt that he and Mr. You were people from two worlds.

The prince is also a relative of the emperor among the people, and will not become a commoner just because of this.

Chen Shu suddenly felt a little sad.

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I like Mr. You, just like ants fall in love with birds.

I can't go to the blue sky where it flutters its wings and fly, but I can only bend down and kiss the land where it stayed for a short time.

This kind of secret love is destined to be self-impressed, and there will be no results.

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So what?

Speak the love and wave goodbye.

This is his respect for himself and Mr. You.

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"Hey, kids also drink like others?" Mr. You jokingly knocked on the glass bottle in Chen Shu's hand.

Chen Shu dodged his attack: "Stop looking down on people."

Then he put down the beer bottle abruptly and hoarded it.

It's like drinking tea.

"Hey, don't force yourself so fiercely!" Mr. You couldn't hold back Director Chen who was going crazy like a bull.

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Don't stop me!

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly and dare not know!

If I don't drink, I'm afraid I'll be a Squib.

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After a few bottles, Chen Shu was already gone.

He stood up with the bottle in his hand, and then chanted "Shake it together".

People around the table turned their heads to see him insane.

Mr. You was startled by him.

"My ancestor! Calm down!" Mr. You hugged Chen Shu's waist, and it took a lot of effort to hold him, preventing him from climbing onto the table.

"I'm sober!" Chen Shu rushed towards Mr. You, the aroma of beer and wheat gushed out from his nose, and was swallowed up by Mr. You.

Mr. You didn't drink much and felt that he was going to be drunk.

Chen Shu's lips moved at this moment, and Mr. You's arms around the man's waist gradually tightened, and he narrowed his eyes and was about to kiss him down.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shu suddenly said: "Wang Feng! Come and swing with me!"

With a groan, Mr. You almost frightened on the spot.

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My goodness!

God damn Wang Feng!

You Kuang, who was praised by others since he was a child, like Wu Yanzu and Edison Chen, broke down on the spot.

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I like something!

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After Mr. You settled the bill, he carried Chen Shu, who was still dancing, on his shoulders, and walked away under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Chen Shu struggled twice, but suddenly stopped moving.

"What's the matter?" Mr. You raised his hand and patted his butt.

Chen Shu vaguely smelled the familiar scent of perfume on Mr. You's body, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around his waist.

It was really uncomfortable to hang upside down, Chen Shu kicked his legs like a duck paddling: "Put me down."

Seeing that he had regained consciousness a lot, Mr. You squatted down and put him down.

Chen Shu staggered back to the ground, stopped after taking two steps.

Mr. You looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Chen Shu rubbed his eyes, opened his arms towards the person in front of him, and acted coquettishly: "I want you to carry it."

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There was a grand fireworks show in Mr. You's mind.

He walked back to Director Chen in a few steps, and put the person on his back.

The half-drunk Director Chen obediently lay down on the bed, sinking his head into his neck.

"Zhu Bajie carries his wife on his back." Chen Shu said cheerfully, pulling the hair of the man under him.

"I only recognize the last three words." Mr. You tilted his head, but the person on his back didn't respond, and he didn't know if he heard what he said.

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What, hang up at a critical moment.

Mr. You sighed.

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Confused Director Chen: What?You only know three words?Oh, Zhu Bajie!

Mr. You: ...