Chapter 5 be a good wife who doesn't know whether to live or die.

The two men's eyes met. Men's eyes are cold, while women's eyes are gentle and focused. Alex Brock tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Pick me up?"? You Max Andrews nodded. "Drink less." Alex Brock folded his legs and motioned with his eyes to the bottles of wine in front of him. "Let me drink less, and you drink the rest for me?" All the people sitting in the box were smart, and just listening to Alex Brock's two words, we knew that his relationship with this woman was not harmonious. They were all good at steering according to the wind, and they all clapped their hands and shouted for Max Andrews to drink. "Alex is not leaving today until these two bottles are finished!" "If you have the courage, we will definitely let him go!" Max Andrews pursed his lips. Who dares to force Alex Brock to drink? This is just an excuse for him to punish himself. "No?" Alex Brock's tone was light. "Get out if you don't drink." On the table were two tall bottles of vodka. Max Andrews sat down on the sofa, took a clean goblet and filled it. She tried to mix a little juice, but it was all taken away by the gang. Max Andrews had to drink. There was a lot of noise, and Alex Brock looked on coldly to see how far she could go. Max Andrews drinks like water, with little movement, even elegant. She wasn't drinking fast, but the alcohol was definitely running low. No one said stop. Max Andrews hid his left hand in the sleeve of his dress, digging his fingers deep into the palm of his hand to suppress the pain in his stomach. Her face became whiter and whiter, her forehead was covered with sweat, the noise gradually disappeared, and everyone stared at her. After a drink, Alex Brock had no intention of getting up. Max Andrews had to pour another glass, only to drink two mouthfuls, the fingers holding the glass could not stop trembling, she repeatedly pressed the pain in her body that almost tore her, and finally crushed the glass. Then a woman whispered, "Alex, I don't think she can drink any more." If you drink any more, you will die. Alex Brock got up from the sofa with a cold face. With his last ounce of strength, Max Andrews thanked the woman and followed her out. Walking up to Alex Brock's car, he pinched her under the chin and raised it, tutting, "Look down on you, you're so capable.". Drinking today is to teach you a lesson. Next time, I will be a good wife who doesn't know whether I am alive or dead. Be careful to ruin your life. Max Andrews was in such pain that he was barely conscious and repeatedly said, "Go home, Alex, go home.." Alex Brock opened the door and sat in and told the driver to drive. The driver hesitates, "That Ms.". Andrews……” Alex Brock lowered the window. "Max Andrews, if you can come, you have to go back." Then he turned to the driver and said, "Drive." The voice was much colder this time. The driver dared not hesitate any more and put it in gear to start. “Mr. Brock, go, go where? "Same as usual," said Alex Brock without hesitation. Stumbling back to his car, Max Andrews shook his hands and pulled out a pill bottle from his bag, poured out a few pills and swallowed them, then curled up in his chair in pain. The sweat on the body broke out several waves and shook for more than an hour before the pain subsided. Max Andrews starts the car, knowing that he can't go back to Greenland at this time. He has to go to the hospital. After driving for about ten minutes, his body was still stable. When he crossed a curve, the high beam of the opposite car came in. Max Andrews'heart shrank, followed by a sudden pain in his stomach. She grabbed the clothes on her chest, and the car body suddenly suffered a violent impact and turned over out of control. Max Andrews heard the long blast of the horn, and in the amplified pain, she wondered if Alex Brock had come home.