"Haha, Mr. Tang, you can't let it go."

…

Tang Xiaobao was speechless.

The hole you dug yourself has to be jumped out of.

Win Yingying?

That's not difficult, it's too simple.

The key is that he doesn't want Yingying to drink.

It's okay to drink a glass of red wine, and I'm almost done with it now. If I drink this foreign wine again... forget it, he can't bear it.

In the first game, Tang Xiaobao lost.

He lost on purpose.

"Okay, well done."

"Mr. Tang will lose too, haha."

"The flag is open to victory, Yingying is mighty."

"Yingying is a master."

A group of people winked.

"Drink quickly."

Yingying poured Tang Xiaobao a glass of wine.

Tang Xiaobao drank it with a grimace.

It's okay to drink, and it's okay to have sex. It's a bit aggrieved that he still teases me like this despite knowing that he is having sex.

In the second game, he lost again.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth games were all lost.

Tang Xiaobao changed to a larger cup, and the bottle of wine was empty.

"Is it almost done now?"

He said pitifully.

Before Yingying could say anything, the group of people stopped working.

"That won't work, Yingying, we have to continue."

"Yes, he made us miserable last time. He only had five cups. That's not enough."

"Yes, at least ten rounds."

"Twenty rounds."

"Fifty rounds."

"One hundred rounds."

"A thousand games."

When Tang Xiaobao heard this, he almost fell to the ground.

Damn, a thousand games?
Chapter completed!