"Yao Yao, I forgot to wake up the red wine in advance. I'm going to drink it with Sprite to make it taste sweeter. Do you want some?"

"Sprite mixed with red wine?"

He Yao looked a little embarrassed, because in her opinion, adding Sprite to red wine was something only the nouveau riche who had just gotten rich would choose to do in the 1980s and 1990s.

At that time, the nouveau riche added not only Sprite, but also sugar and other weird leftover ingredients.

In short, red wine, a natural drink, has been mixed into various strange drinks.

He Yao was very disgusted with this approach.

Su Mingzhe immediately saw He Yao's thoughts and couldn't help laughing:

"Yao Yao, you don't look down on the act of drinking red wine with Sprite, right? You know, Europeans and Americans also like to add milk and sugar to our tea. These two behaviors are of the same nature."

He Yao felt a little ashamed when the man exposed her thoughts.

At this time, I could only argue: "The tea is a little bitter, and it's normal for Europeans and Americans not to be used to it."

"Red wine is also bitter."

Su Mingzhe raised the red wine in the glass, shrugged and said: "This red wine is not only bitter, but also sour. According to the European and American habit of adding milk and sugar to tea, it is not appropriate to add Sprite to this sour and astringent red wine.

Should it?”

He Yao, who was persuaded by the man, had no choice but to drink a glass of red wine with Sprite.

After drinking a glass of wine, He Yao's face immediately turned red, and her eyes began to blur.

This is all due to Sprite.

Sprite contains a large amount of carbohydrates. Once neutralized with the sour red wine, it will accelerate the body's absorption of alcohol, making it especially easy for people to get drunk.

Although He Yao has drunk a lot of red wine, she has never drank Sprite and red wine. She really doesn't understand this little common sense in life.

And Su Mingzhe took out Sprite and added red wine just to make He Yao get drunk early.

After downing a bottle of red wine, Su Mingzhe turned on the music and invited He Yao to dance.

At this time, He Yao was already walking unsteadily, swaying, and there were many figures in front of her.

After a dance, alcohol flowed faster with the blood and surged to the top of her head. He Yao's body went limp and she lay in the man's arms.

"Yao Yao... Yaoyao..."

Su Mingzhe looked at He Yao who was drunk and unconscious in his arms, and felt like he shot himself in the foot.

I wanted to get He Yao drunk, but I didn't want to make her unconscious.

Forget it, let her sleep for a while first.

With half a bottle of red wine and an hour or two of sleep, it's almost time to sober up.
Chapter completed!