Sweet Revenge

Chapter 123 I don’t drink with drunks

For the first time in Winnie’s life, she saw what a mansion on earth meant.

Not to mention the size and decoration, just the series of security measures before entering was staggering, not to mention the private garden, the few luxury cars resting peacefully in the yard and the flowers and plants that had obviously been carefully trimmed.

Everywhere silent, but everywhere revealing three words – not bad!

Freddie opened the door in front of him and Simon carried Silvia across his back. He looked quite thin, but he was so strong that he could not see any signs of strain when he carried Silvia in his arms.

He stood in the courtyard for half a minute before Winnie came back to her senses and followed her in.

She wanted to cover her with a blanket, but didn’t know where it was and she didn’t know where it was and she was in front of her boyfriend, so she seemed a bit nosy. She wanted to leave, but she didn’t dare to move even if Simon didn’t ask.

Just stood there, instantly feeling awkward about her situation.

“Mr.Simon, 1 …” she hesitated, but took the initiative to speak.

Simon glanced back at her, “Freddie, you take her back and make sure you get the person there safely.”

“No, that’s not necessary. I can actually do it myself!” Winnie said as she glanced at the silent Freddie and waved her

hand.

Freddie pursed his lips, “Good!”

Winnie: “…”

In front of these two men with very different styles, she didn’t even seem to have the right to refuse, but it was indeed a difficult thing to gel a taxi in the middle of the night, in this place where the rich people gathered, so she didn’t push

back

“Then … I’ll go first.” She glanced at Silvia whose cheeks were already flushed, “Silvia has had quite a lot to drink tonight, if you can, it would be best to give her some sober soup, it would be more comfortable.”

“Him.” Simon nodded, his eyes seemingly glued to Silvia’s body, oblivious to the departure of the two men behind

…”Silvia licked her dry lips and let

Simon: “….”

his wife up and

of pouting and her mouth was unconsciously beeping up,

seconds, but in the end, he

received a cup of warm water over, lifted

two bly greedy gulps and

however, the person slumped heavily back down again, followed by a small mumble, “Not good, not good at

put the glass down, “Silvia, don’t go

calling her name, her eyelids effortlessly lifted a slit to

witched and she

with a

shakily. Simon was afraid she might fall

into a hug like a tailed bear. “I missed you

he wanted to say were swallowed

Forgave it!

you

and gently placed it on the back, Coxing her in wliai if something happens

glad iliat he came back in

have slept outside at

much!” Spacing out a little,

, Just.”

her palm, she waved her live fingers in front

to break her fingers. “One, two, three… just tive classes! Not mucha all’ i’m telling you, it’s Stella who’s had more than that, it’s only the beginning of the game and she’s drunk! Het

Simon: “…”

Whiat a drunkard!

that and laughing at

not around.” He decided he had to restrain her a little, otherwise the

ilip out.

Silvia smiled up at him, “So we’ll have a drink? I’ve never had

eyes curved like crescent moons, smiling all the time and smelling

that rippled into his heart and soul, a