Chapter 241 Drunk

Adrian stretched out his legs on the high chair and sat beside Christian. He waved to the waiter, asking him to bring a few bottles of wine over.

He put his arm on Isabella's shoulder and smiled, "This isn't your style. Say, who would treat you like this these past few days when I'm not around?" Saying that, she narrowed her eyes like a fox, "Is he that wife that you don't like?"

Christian's gaze was hazy, and his expression somewhat cold.

"Fine, if you don't want to say it, then don't. This bro will drink with you, I won't leave until I'm drunk!"

Adrian paid the bill and carried him back home, but who knew where he lived now?

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and opened it to look at Isabella's face. He smiled at the unconscious person on her shoulder.

After pressing a fast dial number of 520, the call connected. It seemed that those with good tastes were also unavoidably good.