My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 919

The heavy snow persisted for a long time.

The impact of the snowstorm was getting even more serious. It was affecting more provinces.

The worst-hit area was the Misty Mountain. At the foot of Misty Mountain, there were dozens of families and hundreds of people buried under the snow.

After receiving the news, the relevant departments had immediately arranged for the military air force to rescue the victims. The President had also rushed to the disaster area to check on the deployed rescue forces and the people who were trapped.

The central news channel of the country had been documenting the rescue work at the disaster area, so that the whole country would be kept updated on the situation of the rescue work at the disaster area.

While the snowstorm was battering the country, and the rescue forces were working hard at the disaster area alongside the President, there was a group of people still going about their lives comfortably.

On such a snowy winter's day, the most pleasant thing to do was to seek out a small pub, order some wine and barbecue, and having a good chat with friends.

In a pub that looked ordinary from the outside, its interior was decorated in a cozy fashion. One table was occupied, but there was a small sign hanging at the door indicating that the pub was full.

There were only two guests at that table. The first floor and the second floor were full of empty seats. No one knew why the owner of the pub wouldn't accept other patrons.

The two guests were sitting by the window on the second floor of the pub. It was a good opportunity to enjoy the fluffy white snow that was covering the entire city.

However, their attention was not on the snow outside the window, but on the TV that was mounted onto the wall. The channel on the TV had just been switched to the Central News Channel. It was a live feed of Mr. President expressing his views and concerns regarding the victims and the rescuers in the disaster area.

Holding a big megaphone, Nathaniel Cooper spoke out to the victims and the rescue forces, "No matter how much resources and money we need, we must do our best to rescue each and every one of the people who are trapped in there."

"Humph, this b*stard's acting is really good!" One of the two men in the small pub picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

The second patron, who was sitting opposite him, grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured a shot for the first man. He smiled indifferently and said, "Since Nathaniel wants to put on an act and fool the crowd, then let him be. Why are you so mad at him?"

The first man had a dissatisfied look on his face. "Nathaniel's popularity is getting even higher day by day. More people had come to support him every day. His position is getting steadier each day. Only you can continue to sit around and be so calm about this."

The second man refilled the shot glasses on the table. He said calmly, "There are some things that are not his. Even if he has stolen it, it still won't belong to him."

The first man looked at the faint expression on the second man's face and muttered, "Are you really not even a tiny bit anxious?"

The second man did not answer. He held up his glass and sniffed the scent of the whiskey. "Mm, it's really good! Amongst so many pubs, this one really serves some really good whiskey."

The calmer he was, the more anxious his companion became. "I'm talking to you about something important. Why are you talking about the whiskey? If you want to drink, there are so many places you can drink." The first man replied indignantly.

The calm second man raised his glass and took a sip of the whiskey, and said, "It's snowing so much today. It wasn't easy for me to come out, let's have a good drink."

One insisted on talking about so- called business, while the other did not want to mention about the so-called business at all. The atmosphere was in a stalemate for a while.

In fact, the first man was actually the owner of this pub. After waiting for a long time, as he watched the man in front of him down the whiskey, he stared at him and was slightly angry. "What are you thinking about exactly?"