Chapter 855

It seems like someone was calling me. I fished out my phone and answered with a smile, “Who is it?”

“Open the door!”

The cold and restrained voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat familiar.

The stereo in the room was still on, and the music was blaring. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have said something, but I couldn’t hear clearly, but the voice sounded more and more familiar. It seems like… um, it seems like that annoying Reynaldo.

“Drink! Keep drinking!”

Vonnie, lying on the sofa, suddenly raised her hand and shouted loudly.

I looked at her in confusion and smiled, “Drink, I’ll go buy some alcohol, hehe, keep drinking…”

I hung up the phone and walked unsteadily to the door with my phone in hand. Just as I opened the door, a tall figure suddenly rushed in, pressed against my shoulder, and quickly pinned me against the coat rack in the hallway.

I stared at him dazedly and said, “Who are you? Get out!”

“Esmeralda!”

The man in front of me gritted his teeth and roared, then reached out and pressed the switch beside him. Just now, Vonnie turned off all the main lights in the room on purpose to create a more lively atmosphere, leaving only the dim small lights. As the man in front of me pressed the switch, the room suddenly lit up.

I also recognized at a glance that the man in front of me was Reynaldo. I laughed foolishly at him and said, “What…what are you here for?”

Reynaldo stared at me intently, and when his gaze fell on my forehead, his handsome brows instantly furrowed deeply. Then he glanced into the room. When he saw the floor littered with bottles and in a mess, he seemed to take a deep breath in anger.

He grabbed my collar, lifted me up, and gritted his teeth, saying, “Why didn’t I drink you to death?!”

I knew that this man hated me, always hoping for my death. Feeling suddenly wronged in my heart, I pushed him and shouted at him, “I don’t want you to care even if I drink to death, just get lost.”

“Get lost? Who do you think you are telling to get lost?” The man’s face suddenly darkened.

I looked at him dazedly, feeling very puzzled. This is my home, the new house I bought. He suddenly barged in and cursed me to die. Is it wrong for me to tell him to get lost?

“You told me to leave, so you must be expecting Anton to come, right?” He leaned in close to me, asking me darkly.

“1” I muttered a crazy sentence, pushed him, and said, “Let go of me, I want to go buy wine, I still want to drink…”

“Drink, drink, drink! Just drink yourself to death!” The man gritted his teeth and hummed, then really let me go.

I walked unsteadily to the door and smiled at him, “Do you want to drink? If you do, I… um… I’ll buy more wine…”

“No! Don’t drink!” The man coldly spat out two words, took out his phone, and dialed a number without knowing who he was calling.

I curled my lips and said, “I don’t drink, anyway you’re a killjoy.” After saying that, I ignored his cold face and walked unsteadily outside.

He heard a frantic low roar behind him, “Your woman is about to die of thirst, come and get her!”

Um…

Who was he talking to on the phone? Who is whose woman? Ah, never mind him, I wanted to drink, and I wanted to keep drinking with Vonnie.