My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1022

A burst of whistles and cheers rang out.

"Drink, Arland, didn't you say that a thousand cups won't get you drunk? How come you can't beat even this girl? Hahaha!" A person who knew Arland burst into laughter.

"Arland, you are still behind. Tell me if you don't want to drink. I'll help you take a bath in the swimming pool."

"F*ck you." Arland kept cursing and pouring himself another glass of wine. Now his movements were slow and he felt dizzy.

Helen drank up the wine in the cup, picked up a bottle and opened it. This time, Helen no longer poured into the cup, and she drank directly from the bottle.

Arland looked at Helen's action and his legs were shaking. It would be difficult for him to catch up with Helen, not to mention drinking from the bottle like Helen.

"Arland, drink!" One of them urged, waiting to see what would happen next.

These people, in fact, did not want to see him drink too much. Most of all, they wanted to see him go on and wait for Helen to drink too

much.

"No, I won't drink anymore." Arland waved his hand repeatedly, and he only felt that the things in his stomach kept surging up and down, which was as uncomfortable as it could be.

Seeing Arland admitting defeat, people around him sighed.

After giving up, Arland lowered his head on the table in dejection.

Helen, however, still drank up the bottle of wine. Then she threw it on the ground and shouted, "Don't be a coward. Get up and drink. Hurry up!"

"No, no." Arland waved his hands. "I admit defeat. I admit defeat."

"Hey, you think you are so good at drinking. Brother, I advise you to practice more." A member of the Sharp Knife carried Arland by the collar and threw him aside.

Arland was so drunk that he was like a pool of mud, motionless.

Henry grinned and strode away. He kicked Arland, who was lying on the ground, and said, "It seems that you have lost."

"Dude, I've already drunk so much. What do you think..."

"No," Henry said as he pulled on Arland's leg and dragged him in front of the strong woman. Pointing at the strong woman's leg, he said, "Come on, get in there!"

As soon as the people around saw it, they immediately understood that there must be some kind of bet between the two people. After all, this was something that happened often at the parties like this.

"Get in there!"

"Get in there!"

There was a burst of booing.

Arland looked around and listened to the hubbub. He took a deep breath and slowly crawled between the strong woman's legs.

"You used me as a bet? F*ck, you're courting death!" The strong woman's face changed, and she bent down and picked up Arland.