Chapter 52 Drunk Emily

"Hmm, ahem, ahem. What's this?"

Emily felt her throat from chest burning.

Max asked in confusion, "Wine. Why don't you look like you've had it before?"

"Ouch!"

Emily took a deep breath.

The original Emily could drink a thousand shots without getting drunk, but she had not even drunk the lowest alcohol beer.

But looking at Max's bright eyes, Emily had to make an excuse that she hadn't drunk at all in the past few years, either during childbirth or during the breastfeeding period.

"But if one doesn't drink for a long time, will she be like this?"

Max leaned against the wall and saw Emily bending over the table with a red face. She was about to be unconscious.

"How do I know?"

Andre scratched his head. "I've never been pregnant. What should we do now? Should I send her home?"

They had planned to celebrate this time, but they didn't expect that Emily would be knocked down by a glass of whisky within three minutes.