"Why do you want to paint?" Wu Jiangming seemed to be defensive instinctively, "This can't be said."
"Okay, if you can't say it, don't say it." Chen Zhaozhao was very patient, "Then do you like my third sister?"
"I kind of like it." Wu Jiangming said and smiled naively, his already red face getting even redder.
"Why do you only like it a little bit?"
"We can't be together, we can't like too much."
"Why can't we be together?"
"She doesn't deserve it."
Chen Zhaozhao and others, "..."
When they looked at Wu Jiangming, their eyes were filled with anger and disgust.
Chen Zhaozhao calmed down and continued to ask: "In this case, why did your dad ask you to be together again? She has a partner and she still wants to break it up. Isn't this too inconsistent on your part?
I like her and want to marry her and stay with her for the rest of my life, so why shouldn’t I admit it?”
"I won't marry her. Who knows if she has a partner or is she clean?" Wu Jiangming was aroused by Chen Zhaozhao.
Chen Sanmei was so angry and embarrassed that her head was about to smoke. In front of her family, being said this by a gay man, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to slap his mouth.
The others looked at Wu Jiangming with even more anger.
Chen Zhaozhao squinted her eyes. She found that Ji Wu Jiang Ming was very useful, and continued to ask: "In that case, you still look like you are pursuing her? Do you like to steal other people's objects so much?"
"I can't help it. I just want her paintings. I don't want her people. Of course it would be nice to get someone, hehehe..." Wu Jiangming smiled.
It looked like Chen Zhaozhao and the others wanted to beat him.
But Chen Zhaozhao hadn't finished asking yet, so he could only suppress his hatred and continue to ask: "If you want her paintings, why do you want to be engaged to her?"
"It's just a precaution."
"What are you guarding against? What does your father see in her?"
"I fancy her strength. I fancy her as a village girl from a remote mountainous area. She is powerless and easy to manipulate."
"What on earth do you want her painting for?"
"This is a secret..." Wu Jiangming was quite defensive.
No matter how Chen Zhaozhao asked, or if he drank more and asked, he just wouldn't say anything. Seeing that if he drank more, he would die of drunkenness, Chen Zhaozhao had no choice but to give up.
It's enough to know this much now.
She got him drunk until he was lying on the dining table, took off his socks and stuffed them into his hands, then put his shoes on for him.
"Zhaozhao, what are you doing?" Chen Sanmei asked in confusion, and the others also looked at her in confusion.
"He has such a bad mouth, how can we not teach him a lesson?" Chen Zhaozhao snorted coldly.
"What lesson does this teach?"
"Watch." Chen Zhaozhao said, pinching Wu Jiangming's hand through his clothes and stuffing the smelly socks in his hand into his mouth.
"Hmm~" Wu Jiangming shook his head in disgust, quickly took out the smelly socks and threw them away.
Chen Zhaozhao hurriedly stopped him, squeezed his hand and stuffed the socks into one of his pockets, and at the same time quietly dripped a drop of black juice on the socks.
Chen Sanmei and the others looked at Chen Zhaozhao's operation and looked at Wu Jiangming with disgust.
"What should we do now?" Chen Sanmei looked at Wu Jiangming who was lying softly on the table and asked in embarrassment, "Should we send him back?"
"If you don't send it, let him go back by himself." Chen Zhaozhao said coldly, "I'll make him a hangover soup."
Chen Sanmei and the others nodded.
Chen Zhaozhao started to make the sobering soup, and finally made a bowl of dark, smelly juice.
"Zhaozhao, what is this? Why does it smell like socks?" Chen Sanmei asked, pinching her nose.
At this time, she, Chen Zhaozhao and Zhang Genshan were the only ones left in the restaurant.
Chen Dawang went to wash up, while Chen Ermei and Chen Simei cleared the table and went to the kitchen.
"This is my special hangover soup!" Chen Zhaozhao laughed.
"It smells so bad, are you okay?" Chen Sanmei and Zhang Genshan both looked at her worriedly.
"Don't worry, it's okay. This is plant juice. It's not poisonous. It will only make his mouth smell bad for a few days. Hehehehe." Chen Zhaozhao smiled evilly.
In the past year, her skills in using spiritual springs to prepare plant juices have improved rapidly, and she can now prepare a variety of juices.
She poured the special hangover soup into Wu Jiangming's mouth, waited for a while, and then woke him up.
"After drinking, you should go back."
"Well~" Wu Jiangming woke up in confusion, stood up staggeringly, and shook his head, "Okay, I'll go back first."
"Do you want me to give it to you?"
"No, I can do it myself." Wu Jiangming has been drunk many times, and he thinks he can do it in this state.
"Okay, then you go back and rest early." Chen Zhaozhao asked Zhang Genshan to see him out of the door, and then he staggered away.
He is in pretty good condition and doesn't even have to hold on to the wall to walk.
When he walked out of the alley, Chen Zhaozhao also left the yard, found a deserted place, entered the space, and quietly followed Wu Jiangming.
Wu Jiangming drank a lot and drank a strong hangover soup. He vomited not far after walking out of the alley.
After vomiting, he reached into his pocket where he usually kept his handkerchief and took out his smelly socks to wipe his mouth.
Chen Zhaozhao felt interesting looking at the space.
With the hangover soup she prepared, Wu Jiangming vomited all the way to the Academy of Fine Arts.
After entering the art museum, I met many people who saw him vomiting and then wiping his mouth with a smelly sock, and stayed away from him in horror.
In other words, it was smoked away. Fortunately, Chen Zhaozhao's space was isolated from the outside temperature and smell, otherwise he would have suffered along the way.
She followed him into the house. When Wu's mother saw him coming back, she immediately came to greet him, but then she was kept away again.
She covered her nose, "How did you get yourself into this? Where did you drink?"
"Whose family is that?" Wu Jiangming answered vaguely and walked to the room.
"Whose house is it?" Wu's mother pinched her nose, "Why did you just go back to your room?"
"I was so dizzy that I went to sleep."
"You should wash your smelly one first."
"Does it stink? Doesn't it smell like this when you're drunk? It's such a cold day. I'll wash it when I get up tomorrow morning." After Wu Jiangming finished speaking, he entered the room and threw himself on the bed to sleep.
"Oh~" Mother Wu couldn't stop him, she put down her hand and immediately pinched her nose, and hurried back to the room.
The living room was so smelly. She didn't know why her son smelled like smelly socks and wine when he was drunk this time. It was so unpleasant.
But when she went back to her room and closed the door, the smell wafted into the room, and she almost vomited from the smell.
She had no choice but to open the window. The cold made her shiver and she was so angry.
Chen Zhaozhao left in disappointment when he saw that mother and son did not say anything in private.
After she left, Wu Jiangming, who was sleeping on his stomach, quickly got up and rushed to the toilet to vomit.
As a result, the smell becomes even worse.
But this was not over yet, Wu Jiangming woke up and vomited more than a dozen times during the night.
His movements and stench kept Wu's mother awake all night, and he himself felt too uncomfortable to get a good rest.
It wasn't until dawn that he sobered up. As a result, he sat up rubbing his dizzy head and almost fainted again due to the stench in the room.
"Why does it smell so bad?" he muttered, pinching his nose.
Wu's mother was so angry that she scolded him and told him to wash up quickly, while she ran away.
Wu Jiangming washed himself well and went to work with a severe hangover.
He walked downstairs, met someone he knew, the person said hello to him, he said something back, and then the person froze...