My dear lawyer

Daniel looked at the full bag of drug, and half of the bag was left. It could be seen how much drug was put into the cup that had just been drunk by Vivian. If Vivian really drank it in one gulp, it would be a terrible end.

His slender fingers, which were very suitable for playing the piano, opened the sealed bag little by little, poured them into the cup, and said in a very easygoing voice, "Drink it all, and then you can go."

If you can survive.

"No, Mr. Daniel, I'm so sorry. Please spare my life." Michael also knew the consequences of drinking this glass of wine, and he banged on the ground more frequently.

Paul also understood that it was Michael who added the drug. How could such a fool follow him? He wanted Vivian to die?

Not to mention his bad means, he was as stupid as a dumb-ass. No one would feel sorry for his death.

Daniel remained unmoved and said coldly, "Let him drink it."

"Yes, Mr. Daniel." The man took the glass and went to Michael.

Michael clearly saw that the pills in the glass were rapidly melting in it, and his body was constantly struggling. However, the people around him fixed him. He could only open his mouth in horror and watch the wine slowly pour into his mouth and swallow it down his throat. The two men holding Michael saw that he had drunk all the wine, and they no longer held him.

Michael didn't run. He reached out and dug his throat. He tried to buckle out all the wine and medicine. He retched a few times. Except for some saliva, the wine didn't come out at all.

The medicine he took was effective. Soon, Michael felt that his whole body was burning. Vivian only took a sip, and her reaction was so fierce.

He ate half a bag, and he immediately began to roll his eyes, less than a minute, his body was convulsed on the ground, his mouth was foaming.

Except for the women, the rest of people were used to it and didn't be surprised.

"Where is Jack?" He was trying to block his stupid brother today.

Paul tightened his eyebrows, "Jack didn't come today."

Daniel didn't seem surprised at all, "Well, let's go back."

It seemed that his brother was not so stupid.

Like a mollusk, Vivian was basically dragged out by William. She wanted to scold him.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was like an octopus, clinging to his arm. Her soft and boneless body kept rubbing and rubbing, trying to reduce the heat on her body.

She was drunk but her mind was still clear. How can it be? And William's so handsome. She couldn't resist the urge of licking him, and she couldn't resist her impulse.

No, no, what is she thinking about? She is so eager that she wants to kneel and lick William. What's the matter with her? She must be drunk.

"William, let me go. I can go by myself." Vivian's words were unclear when she opened her mouth, but he could barely hear clearly. If there was a river in front of her, she would definitely jump into it without hesitation. She was burning. She was so hot.

William's cold eyes took a look at the woman who was still holding on to him hard and yelling for him to let go. If he hadn't grasped her, she would have fallen on the ground and crawled. Damned it. If he had not come in time... As for her drunken appearance, she might do something shocking.

As long as the thought of her panting face tilted in the man's arms, the fire in the bottom of his heart kept going upward. If not to see her drunk, he would never let her go.

"Oh, you can't understand my words. I say let me go and I'll go home." Roe was still waiting for her at home. Vivian was not happy with him. Is this man wood? Why doesn't he say anything?

William's face was darker. Go home? Go back to John's home? She'd better forget this idea, "Vivian, did you forgot what I told you?"

The man's voice really sounded good. Vivian also laughed a few times, like a fool, "What did you tell me?"

"I said I would let you regret saying that." William's tone was indescribably gentle, as if to treat his most beloved woman. He was touching her delicate skin with his fingertip gently, but that pair of deep eyes were still so dark. Although Vivian didn't see William's eyes, she was still acutely aware of a chill. She was pushing and shoving to get down, "I don't understand what you say, I don't want to see you."

"You don't want to, or you dare not see me." William didn't hold her this time. Instead, he let her free herself and she knelt on the ground again.

Without William's support, Vivian knelt on the ground before she could stand still. She didn't feel any pain. But she felt that she was getting hotter and couldn't help lifting her hand to open her collar.

Her beautiful sexy clavicles were all exposed, even the looming waves in her chest were seen by someone's eyes.

Does this woman know the word "shame"? How can she do that in the street? Is this a provocation to him? William's face was a bit darker than the night above his head.

For the first time, you could know how angry he was from his voice. How can a man who has never changed his face collapses uncontrollably like this?

Others might not have the ability to do so, but Vivian seemed to easily provoke William every time.

For example, now, "Vivian, do you know what you're doing?"

"I'm hot. I'm going to die of heat. And you're still noisy by my ear." Vivian was cold for less than two seconds, and felt hot. Looking at William, she was like looking at a big piece of ice.

She had no reason to be close to him. But he didn't leave, did he force her to commit a crime?

William was angry. When did Vivian become as willful as a five-year-old child? He immediately rejected the idea just now when he thought of sensible Pudding. No, she was not as good as a five-year-old child. "Get up."

The man was gnashing his teeth, he would like to turn around and leave immediately. However, the little woman who sat on the ground might be dragged away immediately. He could only talk with a drunkard patiently. He couldn't leave her alone.

"I'm hot. I want water. I want a bath. I want a pillow to sleep." Vivian didn't know what's wrong with her. Her brain was clear, but she couldn't control her behavior. When she heard what she had said, she wanted to bite off her tongue.