###Chapter 629 Full of Gentleness And Spoiling – Part 9
So, the two men drank, and I was confused.
Liam has something on his mind. Men usually drink plenty of wine and smoke a few cigarettes, while women cry, both of which do not affect their body and mind.
It suddenly occurred to me why many husbands die earlier than their wives because of more than half of them drink and smoke.
The two drank a lot, and Liam wanted to get himself drunk, so he gave himself a drink and soon staggered on the table with his chin.
When I saw the blush on Jordan's face, I was stunned. I thought I was probably drunk. I raised my hand and pressed his hand, which was about to continue to lift the glass, and said, "Jordan, you don't have to drink anymore. It's not good for your health. Be obedient!"
He looked up at me, and his recent smile swung away, "It doesn't matter!"
Seeing that I could not persuade him, I frowned and looked at him a little angry. "Jordan, you..."
Seeing this, he put down his wine glass, smiled shallowly on his handsome face, and said, "Okay, I won't drink anymore."
Liam was a little drunk, lying on the table looking at us, talking, "I said, are the two of you husband and wife do? I'm fucking drinking here. Can you be a little compassionate and give me a little comfort?"
Jordan raised his eyebrows and was silent, but he looked at me with one hand and looked at me with a kind of appreciation.
He staggered his eyes and looked at Liam and said, "Did you fight with Blair? Or have you done something outrageous?"
He gave a tut, obviously disagreeable, "What do you mean I've done something terrible? What harm can I do?"
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him faintly.
After a moment of silence, he sighed slightly, took a sip of wine, bowed his head, and said for a long time, "Blair, she wants to leave, what about the child?"
I was stupefied for a moment, that is, for a moment, and then said seriously, "Liam, do you care about Blair leaving, or because she left the child without a mother?"
Liam did not open his mouth, but poured herself a few mouthfuls of wine and sighed slightly. "The child has no mother, he is too young."
I frowned, some warm anger, "Liam, Blair, so many years of her youth and love has given you, and finally, she got the retention that the child needs the mother, what about you? To you, is she just a tool to have a baby for you? Is she not a good wife to you?"
He looked at me, confused and even more bewildered. "I have given her what I can and what I should give her. I will not marry her. I have given her all the money, except that she cannot justifiably marry me. Why was she not satisfied? She will never have what I gave her for the rest of her life."
I looked at Liam, and suddenly I didn't know what to say. Maybe his thinking and lifestyle made him feel like that for a woman, the consumption of food and clothing is the best, and that is what a woman wants most, but people are different. Blair wants, maybe it's not money.
But I can't make it clear to Liam that all this is determined by each other's way of thinking, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong.
I couldn't help looking at the silent Jordan and said, "It's getting late. Shall we go home?"
Jordan nodded, but cleverly got up and stretched out his hand to pull me.
Liam was displeased. "No, I said I called you here. I haven't had a few bites of this meal, so why are you ready to leave?"
"There are children at home that need to be taken care of!" Jordan spoke with a smile on his handsome face.
Liam looked at me, then looked at Jordan, then shut up and waved impatiently to me, "All right, you go back, don't stay here."
Jordan and I came out. Jordan had a drink and could not drive. I let him sit in the copilot, and then I got into the driver's seat. He probably drank a little too much and closed his eyes when he got on the car.
When I started the car, I couldn't help thinking of taking the time to see Blair. I don't know what happened to her recently. She would want to leave Liam, probably because she had saved enough disappointment over the years, so she wanted to leave.
At the traffic light intersection, Jordan, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "It's the wrong way!"
I was stupefied. I looked at him and said, "That's right, it's the way home!"
He suddenly looked at me. "Or are you going back to Biden's house?"
In hindsight, I realized that I had agreed to go back to him at noon. After a pause, I couldn't help saying, "We have to go over there to pick up Blossom. Isn't she still with my parents?"
He raised his eyebrow. "Blossom. Let her stay at Biden's house. There are a lot of things going on in the company these days. Can you accompany me?"
The latter sentence is obviously an inquiry.
Naturally, I had nothing to say. I nodded and agreed. The green light was on. I changed direction and drove towards Jordan's villa.
I didn't go back to this familiar villa for a long time. When I got out of the car, I helped Jordan back to his room. The door locks were all unlocked with fingerprints and passwords. Jordan seemed to be a little drunk. Half of his body hung on me from getting off to the villa. I had some difficulty. I finally put him on the bed. I didn't want him to turn over slightly and hold me down. He looked at me and said, "Where are you going?"
I pursed my lips, a little helpless, "We are home, you lie down, I will pour you a cup of honey water."
Saying to get ready, I do not want to be suppressed by him, he looked at me, "I do not want to drink, you accompany me!"
I kind of want to scold people. Liam, even if you find yourself drunk, this time, even Jordan got dragged on. I couldn't help losing my breath. I looked at him and said, "Okay, I'll be with you later, but you drink a cup of honey water first, or you will feel bad for a while."
He looked at me, his eyes a little blurred, frowned slightly, and nodded a moment later, "Hmm!"
Although he said yes, the strength of his arms was not loose at all. I moved it several times, but it was useless, and I couldn't help sighing. "Jordan, we won't sleep tonight?"
Fortunately, he didn't have a bad brain and seemed to understand, but he loosened me and let me up.
I poured him honey water, and after feeding him to drink, he leaned against the bed with his eyes closed. I was not sure if he was asleep, and when I saw that it was getting late, I called Biden's house.
After the phone rang several times, the other end was connected, and it was Erin who answered the phone. listening to her tone, he seemed a little worried, "Ivelle, are you back yet? Blossom has a fever. I was just about to call you!"