Michelle seemed a little surprised.

Before she spoke, Ming's voice came from behind me, "Michelle, here you are."

"Yes." Michelle stood up and looked at me and left.

I could clearly feel that her eyes were different from those just now.

Ming sat down after Michelle left. He asked me worriedly, "did she embarrass you just now?"

"A little." Ming looked a little nervous so I continued, "she thought I was a greedy girl. I told her what I was doing."

Ming's face relaxed after listening.

I thought about what I had just said and said, "but I may have offended her."

"What?"

Ming asked me.

I told Ming what I had just said.

He didn't look worried. He reached out and pinched my face. "Don't be afraid. Michelle won't be angry with you as long as you rely on yourself."

"She's too extreme."

I frowned a little.

Ming put her thin lips close to my ears and said to me, "because she and her ex husband were college classmates. She thought he loved her. Later she found out that he loved her money and that he had three or four mistresses."

"She's so miserable."

I whispered.

"So don't talk about mistresses in front of her. She's very sensitive."

When Ming was close to me and said that, I heard James's voice, "Sean, why are you here?"

I immediately became alert.

I turned to look at the door.

Sean was standing in the porch and looking at Ming and me. His deep eyes were as cold as ice. He was expressionless but terrible.

I trembled.

I thought about the distance I had just talked to Ming.

He looked at us from that angle. He must...

"Uncle took his girlfriend home. How can I not come?" Sean changed his shoes and came in. He walked right in front of me and stared at me. He reached out. "Miss Jones, we're meeting again."

"..."

I looked at Sean. His expression was cold.

I hesitated and reached out to shake his hand.

But when my hand just touched his hand, I obviously felt his index finger move in my palm!

This represented a sexual cue.

I was stunned.

But his expression did not change. He took his hand back naturally.

"What's the matter?" Ming naturally reached out and held my hand.

I hesitated and shook my head. "It's OK."

I couldn't say it on such an occasion.

When I looked up at Sean again, his thin lips were smiling.

Sean was here, so James was obviously happy. He waved and said, "come on. Now that you are all here, let's have dinner."

Ming and I sat side by side.

Before dinner, Sean suggested, "Uncle brings his girlfriend back for the first time. On such a good day, I have two bottles of superior white wine in my car. Let's drink them."

"Yes, hurry to get it!"

James was obviously happy.

Sean took the key out of his pocket and handed it to the servant. The servant turned and left.

I was not good at drinking. White wine was too strong. I was sure I would get drunk.

I took a look at Ming and asked him for help.

He nodded and understood.

Soon the servant brought two bottles of white wine from Sean's car.

That bottle was very simple.

When the bottle was opened, the aroma of the wine was strong.

The servant began to pour the wine. She poured James first and then she wanted to pour me.

When she came to me, Ming took the glass in front of me to him and said, "Dad, Becky is not good at drinking."

"She can drink more to train."

Michelle said.

"Yes, she can drink a little."

James also said.

I didn't know what to do when they said that.

But I was still afraid I would get drunk. I could only ask, "can I have red wine?"

"Miss Jones, if you have steak today, I won't object to you drinking red wine. But today we have fried vegetables. If we drink red wine, it is a waste of wine."

Sean looked at me coldly. He was teasing me.

I knew he did it on purpose.

They would think I was mean. I lowered my head and said hesitantly, "but I'm really not good at drinking..."

"What are you afraid of?" Sean got up and walked to me. He took the bottle from the servant's hand and bent down. His thin lips pressed against my ears and said, "Grandpa's house has many rooms. If you're drunk, you can stay and rest."

His voice was as low as ever.

His hot breath was sprayed on my ear. I hadn't drunk yet but I blushed.

My heart was pounding. It seemed to jump out of my chest!

When I was at a loss, Ming returned my glass to me, "I'll drink for her. I'll have two if you have one."

"No, I can drink."

I looked at Ming.

He couldn't drink too much.

James looked at us and compromised, "well, I have rice wine in my cellar. It's like red wine. It's sweet and suitable for you to drink."

There were many people drinking rice wine in Sceaux.

Murray often drank it at dinner.

I drank it occasionally. It was really not strong.

I quickly said, "thank you, Uncle Jessop."

"You're so bored." Michelle glanced at me.

After a while, the servant came with a jar of rice wine. She changed the glass in front of me into a porcelain one and began to pour.

Dinner began. James raised his glass and said happily, "Ming took his girlfriend home. My wish has come true!"

With that, he finished the white wine in the glass.

Then the other three members of the Jessop family had a drink.

I hesitated for a moment and finished my drink with my head up.

"OK." James watched me finish and nodded.

I hardly spoke during dinner.

I just ate and drank.

But then I didn't drink a lot. Basically, I drank a glass of wine in three to four times.

I thought I could drink a lot of rice wine.

More than an hour after dinner, Sean said he had work to deal with. He went to the car to get the computer and went upstairs.

Michelle left first.

Ming continued to drink and chat with James.

When I picked up my chopsticks and tried to pick up the food in front of me, I only felt that the plate in front of me had a distinct shadow.

My head was in a daze.

What was going on?

This wine was not strong. Why was I drunk?