Miss, My Father loves you
Chapter 123 Believe It Or Not, I Won't Play With You Anymore

Daryl returned to the private room, but her face was not very good.

Lyman sat beside her with the microphone in his arms. "What's wrong with you, Darry? What happened outside just now?" "No."

Daryl was a little upset. She picked up a bottle of wine on the table and opened it.

"No, Darry, don't drink so much!"

Seeing that she drank more and more, Lyman couldn't help but persuade her.

"No, I don't feel well."

Daryl held the bottle tightly.

In an hour.

Lyman sat in the middle of the sofa, helpless. Beside him were the cries and curses of Daryl.

"Why do they bully me like this?"

"I won't give in. Let me tell you!"

"I'm alone. I'm not afraid of anything!"

Hearing Daryl's words, Lyman sighed and said, "Okay, I know. Dairy, you are the best. Can you stop drinking?" "No way!"

Daryl's face flushed. Her consciousness was in a daze and she said drunken words.

"I want wine! Don't refuse me, or I won't like you!"

She reached out to grab the bottle on the table while she was speaking.

Lyman stopped her, "Okay, wait a minute. Let me get it for you, okay?"

"Umm..."

Daryl grabbed Lyman's hair and said, "What's this? It's so soft. Is it a sofa?"

"Oh my God! This is my hair!"

Lyman accompanied Daryl who got drunk for a long time. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and called Dillon.

Half an hour later, Dillon arrived, accompanied by Zack!

"Cousin, I finally know how annoying I am after getting drunk."

When Lyman saw him, he pounced on him as if he was his Savior!

When Zack dodged the attack, Lyman fell on Dillon.

"Mr. Lyman, calm down." Dillon held him up, "You are fine when you are drunk."

"Really? Then can I ask you Dillon for help when I get drunk?"

"Please don't take my words seriously, Mr. Lyman." Zack approached Daryl.

She was really special when she was drunk. Her beautiful face flushed, her clear eyes became blurred, and her slender body was very soft. And she looked like a fool. "Daryl, do you still recognize who I am?" Zack squatted down and asked her in a low voice.

"You? Zack!" Daryl held the bottle and approached him carefully. Then she shook her head and said, "No, Bennie. You are Bennie. You have grown up!"

Zack resisted the urge to beat her. He wanted to take off the bottle in her hand, but she held it tightly and refused to give it to him.

"Zack, don't bully me!"

He was going to grab her things. She recognized he was Zack at once and even threatened him with bold words.

"Believe it or not, I won't play with you anymore!"

"I believe you."

Gritting his teeth, Zack uttered two words. Then he reached out and picked her up.

After thinking for a while, he threatened her coldly, "Daryl, if you dare to vomit on me, I will throw you on the road. Do you understand?"

Daryl didn't say a word. She kept rubbing in his arms, trying to find a comfortable angle to lie down.

With a cold face, Zack held her in his arms and walked out. Dillon, did I have an illusion?'

Lyman stood still, held Dillon's hand and asked in disbelief, "Did my cousin lift Daryl up?" "Mr. Lyman, you didn't have an illusion."

Dillon answered directly, "Then Mr. Zack and I will go back first. Don't drink alone." "Okay."

Soon, Dillon left with Zack, and so did Lyman.

He was in a bad mood today and wanted to talk to Daryl, but it was unexpected that he didn't drink, but Daryl drank.

Zack took Daryl back to the car.

"I feel bad."

Lying in his arms, Daryl covered her chest with one hand, and her little face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

"Sir, water."

Dillon handed a bottle of water to Zack.

Zack took it and opened it for Daryl. "Open your mouth." "No!"

Daryl smelled it and refused seriously, "This is fake wine. I won't drink it!"

"This is not fake wine. It's vodka."

Zack said calmly.

"Really?" Daryl looked at him in a daze, "Don't lie to me!" "I won't lie to you."

It took Zack quite a while to persuade Daryl to drink the water.

After drinking the water, Daryl felt better and more at ease. Lying in Zack's arms, she still murmured from time to time like in a dream. "Sam..."

It seemed that Daryl thought of something and spit out a name. Two lines of tears fell from the corner of her eyes. She looked very sad. "Who is Sam?" Zack frowned and asked her in a low voice.

"Sorry... Woo Woo Woo..."

Daryl didn't answer his question. She just kept crying and apologizing.

At last, Zack had no choice but to wipe her tears. He patted her back gently with his big palm to comfort her silently.

When they arrived at the villa, Daryl was so tired that she fell asleep in Zack's arms.

"Daddy, Mommy, you..."

At this time, Benjamin, who had already come back from school, ran out to have a look when he heard the noise outside.

But when he saw his mommy sleeping in his daddy's arms, he covered his mouth.

"Benjamin, be quiet."

Zack said to his son in a low voice, and then he took Daryl upstairs. "Dillon, what's wrong with my mommy?" "Is she drunk?" Benjamin asked Dillon behind. "Yes."

Dillon nodded and said, "According to Mr. Lyman, Mrs. Daryl went out with him in a club and began to drink after she came back. He can't stop her." "Then something must have happened to Mommy."

Benjamin touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "I'll ask my stupid uncle."

The little boy said and went inside.

Upstairs.

Zack took Daryl back to his room directly.

He fetched a warm towel and wiped her face. But Daryl seemed to be shocked by his movement. She raised her hand and slapped him.

Grabbing her hand, Zack said in a low voice helplessly, "Daryl, can you behave yourself?"

"Behave myself?" All of a sudden, Daryl covered his face with her hands. She tried to open her eyes wide and then shook her head. "No, no, no. Zack is a devil!" Zack didn't expect that he was a devil in her heart?

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Daryl, who is the devil?"

"It's you!" Daryl frowned and pointed at him with her index finger, complaining, "Unreasonable, cold and ruthless! Big devil!"