Chapter 941: Chapter 941: Tomorrow I Will Have Children with You Chapter 941: Chapter 941: Tomorrow I Will Have Children with You Jasmine Yale could be sure that he was very drunk, really didn’t know why he drank so much.
Did he mistake her for soone else?
But he clearly called her by na.
“Hmm? Why don’t you talk, is that okay?” Sylvan Cheney frowned and raised his voice, “Talk.”
“Got it.” Jasmine Yale mollified him lightly.
There’s no point in arguing with a drunken man.
“Got what…” Sylvan Cheney was dissatisfied and very unhappy.
“To have a girl, I got it.” Jasmine Yale looked skyward, speechless.
Not to ntion that she had a hard ti getting pregnant, besides, could she control whether it’s a boy or a girl?
A drunken man’s intelligence hits rock bottom.
“One is not enough…” He pressed down on her, with emotions swirling in the depths of his eyes, dark waves surging.
“Okay, okay, I know, one is not enough, how about ten?” Jasmine Yale held her forehead.
“I can’t bear to let you have ten… Of course, if you want ten, that’s not impossible…” Sylvan Cheney was dead serious with a drunken gaze, “I’ll cooperate with you.”
Jasmine Yale was even more speechless; who would want ten? She was just humoring him, but he took it seriously.
And he would cooperate with her?
“Can you just go ho first, please? Let Charles Mcintosh take you ho, and tomorrow I will have a child with you,” Jasmine Yale said perfunctorily.
Sylvan Cheney was indeed very drunk, with a blurred gaze and no sense of reason.
“No ho.” Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow.
“You’re drunk, how can you have no ho, your house is so big, so beautiful, that’s your ho…”
“Do you like my house?” he asked.
“Like, like, such a beautiful house, everybody likes it.”
“What do you like about it?”
“I like everything about it.”
“Then do you like ?”
“I…” Jasmine Yale was at a loss for words and had to placate him by picking the pleasant ones, “Like.”
“What do you like about ?”
“You’re good-looking.”
“You like both and my house, so why don’t you co ho with ?” Sylvan Cheney stared at her, a glimr oscillating in his eyes.
In the soft moonlight, his face looked sowhat haggard.
Jasmine Yale: “…”
That actually made so sense.
Sylvan was tilting his head at her, his hot breath spritzing on her face, his gaze intense as though waiting for her answer.
After a long wait, Jasmine Yale didn’t respond.
Sylvan Cheney looked disappointed.
Jasmine Yale was still clutching his tie, their eyes t, and under the faint moonlight, she saw a different Sylvan Cheney from usual.
He rarely got drunk, because soone like him wouldn’t allow himself to be drunk.
But once drunk, he’d drop all defenses.
Sotis she would take advantage of his inebriation to tease him, and he wouldn’t notice.
“Why won’t you co ho with …” he murmured with furrowed brows.
“We… are not familiar,” Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
“What’s unfamiliar about it? I even know when you get your period; how can we be unfamiliar…”
Jasmine Yale: “…”
A drunken man really is shaless, saying anything.
And his mory is still so good when he’s drunk.
Jasmine Yale fumbled around in his pants for a bit and found his cell phone, she then located Charles Mcintosh’s number.
“Assistant Mcintosh,” Jasmine Yale made the call.
Charles Mcintosh was smoking outside, he took a drag, “Miss Yale.”
“Mr. Cheney is really drunk, please take him ho.”
“Mr. Cheney insisted on coming here, there was nothing I could do. If I don’t listen, I’ll get fired.”
“He’s drunk, you can’t reason with a drunk person, and he won’t rember what he said when he wakes up.”
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