My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious
Chapter 213: A Bout of Drinking Contest

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: A Bout of Drinking Contest

Little third and Little fourth were sent out on a mission, so when Little second and Little fifth got the notice, they came over. Little fifth looked cold and didn’t say a word of nonsense. As for his face... well, it was quite handsome, just too cold. After sitting down, he focused solely on eating, without even lifting his head.

Everyone else was also devouring the food, but Lu Qing put down his chopsticks and looked around at everyone sitting there. The originally cold place had become more lively after Miao Miao moved in.

Now they could even gather around for hotpot and lamb, which was much more lively compared to the cold Western food.

Qin Miaomiao was sweating profusely, with sweat on her nose and forehead, and her face was flushed. Lu Qing took a napkin and wiped her face.

"Thank you."

She continued to eat with her head down. In the face of food, everything else was trivial!

"Eating lamb without drinking lacks a certain feel. It’s best to have some cold beer."

Little sixth’s eyes lit up:

"Okay, I’ll go buy some!"

"There’s still red wine here."

Soon, a few of them were eating and drinking, and the atmosphere became even livelier. Through the fog and the effect of alcohol, Qin Miaomiao propped her chin and looked at the man beside her, as if her eyes were brimming with tenderness like water.

Lu Qing usually kept people at a distance, but this time, he let down his guard and appeared more down-to-earth.

He could handle his drinks well, but the others were determined to get him drunk, challenging him drink after drink, several at once.

"Hey, hey, hey, take it easy. How can you gang up on him like that?"

"Since Young Madam has spoken, why don’t you drink a few for Young Master Lu?"

"Drink I will! Dare to bully my husband, huh? I’ll take you on this time. Come on, fill my glass."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to go at it. Just as she picked up her glass, Lu Qing took it from her, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her:

"Drinking is men’s business."

"But they’re all ganging up on you."

Lu Qing’s lips curved into a smile: "Just with them? How could they possibly get me drunk? Don’t worry."

"Oh, since Young Master Lu said so, we really have to keep going then."

Little second was the first to charge forward, and soon... he gloriously fell, being the first to pass out.

Little fifth went second. Though he was quiet, he was surprisingly sturdy, but still didn’t hold out.

When it was Little sixth’s turn, he had just raised his glass when Qin Miaomiao spoke up:

"Little sixth, you better not."

Feeling defiant, Little sixth protested: "Young Madam, are you looking down on me?"

"No, you need to be responsible for getting these two back home."

She paused again: "Besides, you really can’t drink my husband under the table, so don’t set yourself up for failure."

Little sixth: silently felt like he got metaphorically shot in the knee.

In the end, Han Shu was called to get those drunkards away, and once the door closed, Lu Qing finally showed some slight signs of drunkenness.

His face still looked fine, but his eyes seemed a bit dazed as he lay on the sofa, holding his head, seeming a little affected by the alcohol.

Qin Miaomiao quickly wanted to take care of him, but he pulled her into his arms, his strong scent of alcohol wafting out.

"Are you really drunk? Why did you still challenge them?"

"Those guys, unless I drink them under the table, they’re hard to deal with."

"Originally, I thought it would be lively with more people, but who knew they’d all want to get you drunk. It’s so annoying."

Lu Qing opened his eyes to look at her, with a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"Miao Miao."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Qin Miaomiao suddenly froze. What did he just say?