Yu Xiaoman just stopped the car.

Zhao Dong had already rushed out of the car quickly, bent down and vomited on the side of the road.

I can't remember when I was last drunk. It felt very uncomfortable anyway, my throat was so painful that I wanted to empty my whole body.

It wasn't until my belly was empty that I could barely feel better.

As the evening breeze blew, Zhao Dong's consciousness gradually became clear and the alcohol consumption gradually dissipated.

While pounding his back, Sophie handed him water, "How about it, aren't it better?"

Zhao Dong rinsed his mouth and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Sophie angrily said, "Zhao Dong, what's the point of asking me to say you?"

"Why is such a big man, why is there no sense at all?"

"You can't drink so much, why do you still drink it? You're desperate!"

"Even if you want to die, have you ever thought about me? Have you ever thought about my feelings?"

Zhao Dong didn't know how to explain, "I'm sorry..."

As soon as he said that, even he was shocked, his voice hoarse and his voice was like a bellows.
Chapter completed!