The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1188 Not Drunk In The Minds

Lily's eyes showed an unstoppable smirk, "Mr. Adelmar, please."

The mystery was about to be revealed, and she couldn't hide the excitement on her face.

Fortunately, she was standing in front of Waylon, or this expression would have been discovered.

Waylon passed by Lily and pushed the door in. The room was quiet and dimly lit.

"Doris?" Waylon called out in a low voice.

"Crack!" Lily turned on the light.

When the bright lights came down, the people at the door were stunned.

Not what Lily imagined, Doris and Daniel slept together naked.

The scene in front of him was that Daniel passed out on the floor with his head bleeding.

Doris was fully dressed in her clothes and laying on the big bed, sleeping soundly.

The key point was that in her right hand, she was holding a copper vase with a thin neck and a big belly!

Needless to say, everyone knew why Daniel had a bloody head.

Lily was immediately dumbfounded, this...

Waylon frowned, and said sullenly, "Well done!"

"However, Mr. Adelmar, my younger brother..."

"I would want to give him two more kicks!" Waylon snorted coldly, "What kind of a dog would be taking advantage of someone's danger?"

"Maybe it was Doris who seduced him?" Lily tried to fight unreasonably.

"Would you seduce people like this?" Waylon snorted coldly, "The reason you seduce him is to give him a headshot?"

Lily, "..."

"It's lucky he wasn't killed!" Waylon said coldly, "Clean it up!"

Lily, "..." It hurts my brother!

With a dark face and cold air, Waylon carried Doris in his arms, brushed past Lily and left the guest room.

Lily sat down on the ground with a plop.

"Lily," Anna shouted, "You are still in a daze, hurry up and save your brother! His head is broken!"

"This idiot!" Lily gritted her teeth, "Can't he handle a drunk woman?"

Waylon went downstairs with Doris in his arms and strode away amidst the astonishment of the guests downstairs.

The driver saw him carrying someone over and hurriedly opened the car door.

Waylon put Doris in the back seat and sat beside her.

"Drive!" He said to the driver in a low voice, with fury in his tone.

The driver didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly started the car and drove away from the villa.

This section of the road was a bit bumpy, and Doris lay unsteadily on the chair.

Waylon was afraid that she would fall, so he had no choice but to wrap his arms around her upper body.

"Don't touch me!" Doris muttered, "Otherwise I'll beat you to death!"

As she spoke, she held up her right hand.

Waylon took a look and couldn't laugh or cry.

This woman actually stole someone else's copper vase!

No, it should be Doris holding onto this thing and never letting go.

Waylon smiled. This woman was not drunk in her mind.

Even after drinking like this, she didn't lose her sense of self-protection.

Waylon reached out and pulled the vase out of her hand.

This thing belonged to someone else, so he had to return it later.

"Burp!"

Doris' upper body was nestled in his arms, and there was a muffled sound in her throat.

Damn it!