Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Jared was stunned by Debbie's words. 'You drank this expensive wine like water?' "Tomboy, it's such a waste! If your husband found out, you'd break his heart. By the way, he's on that business trip, right? Let's get some of the hard stuff. I mean, did you see his liquor cabinet? Vodka, whiskey, brandy, Maotai...He has the best stuff. Tomboy, how about a bottle of limited-edition brandy? This isn't that expensive, I think," he said, grabbing a bottle and examining it.

Lured by the alcohol, he completely forgot about Carlos' warning.

'Limited-edition brandy?' Debbie blinked and wondered. 'This is all my husband's liquor. No big deal to drink a bottle or two. Besides, he's with Megan now...'

When Megan popped into her mind, Debbie slammed another glass of wine, snapped her fingers and told Jared, "Sure, why not? Besides, I'm not letting you leave. You haven't drunk enough."

Jared clapped his hands, cheerful at her assent. "Awesome!"

He took the bottle from the cabinet, removed the lid and poured her a glass, then himself. The smell of alcohol filled the room.

They clinked glasses and drank the brandy. They were feeling pretty good now, the two of them. The room was warm, the lights making the place somewhat indistinct, and their cares were largely forgotten. It was a good time, just these two friends, and in some ways just like old times.

After two glasses of brandy, Debbie's mind was a blank—no more Carlos, no more Megan. She felt great at that moment. And that was the whole point of this little rendezvous.

Jared was a heavy drinker. He was still playing on his phone—it was the latest version made by Carlos' company. After the upgrade, a whole world of games opened to him. And so he was busy downloading one while playing another.

They polished off the bottle of brandy and were about to find something else to drink when Jared's phone rang. He showed Debbie the caller ID and said, "It's Kasie."

With a red face, Debbie stammered, "W-Why is she...calling you now?"

"Not a clue. Maybe she's in trouble." Jared and Kasie were good friends, but he and Debbie had a better relationship. He'd known Debbie longer, and she was just more fun to be around. Still, he cared about Kasie.

When he answered the call, his face changed dramatically. He jumped to his feet and yelled at his phone, "Where are you? Debbie and I... Okay, got it!"

became a mask of solemnity. Debbie shook her dizzy head and

to bring some

a little. She guzzled some more wine and put on her coat before the two of them

not far from the gates. He managed to make his way into the driver's seat, but Debbie dragged him out and snapped, "Get out! You're too drunk

hold my liquor." Jared's face was a little redder than

understand? You'll lose your license and rot in jail.

Debbie was drunk, she always kept that in mind. According to the law, if a drunk gets behind the wheel, he'll be held by the Traffic Administration Department until he sobers up, and his driver's license shall be automatically

sports car.

her eyes and snapped, "Forget it. Just call

at the club and told him, "Call the

"Yes, Mr. Han."

At the Merja Karaoke

Jared and Debbie entered the private booth where Kasie was, they saw many young boys and girls having fun.

bright. The lyrics of a love song were

him to the little soiree. "Jared, what

seen you in a long time.

pretty. Your new

was popular in upper class circles.

to

She called you." A girl's soft voice sounded. Both Jared and Debbie knew her.

Debbie hated her—she was Portia, Hayden's sister.

boots, haughty expression. That was Portia. Her brown