“Of course it’s all the things you can say,” I said.
My dad stretched out the bottle cap and I carefully poured another glass of wine.
I don’t know how long it will take to deceive my dad with this fake beer, but I should have fooled him according to my dad’s appearance.
I subconsciously shouted, “Slow down, can you stand it?”
But my dad didn’t care at all, sucked off the bottle cap and continued to stretch out and said, “What’s going on? Isn’t it as pretentious as white wine?”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, my dad beat me up, and his face changed slightly and held onto the bed.
I was shocked and was about to get up to help.
My dad held me and said, “Don’t say, I’m very drunk.”
I smiled bitterly and said, “So let you take it easy.”
My dad said, “Pick up some things you like to listen to? If you don’t like to listen to you, we will pass.”
I pointed my head and said, “You eat and say.”
My dad handed over the bottle cap again, as if the uncomfortable things just now didn’t happen.
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