Chapter 933 933: Men True Nature



This was what Joseph loved to listen to, laughing more happily. 

Steven nodded and went home.

After the doors and windows were closed, the wine smell went over the space, which intertwined with his own fragrance, a little bewitching.

Irish was actually worried about his stomach, but obviously, today, her uncle and aunt were delighted, so Joseph also accompanied them to drink. She handed him the mineral water and told him to drink more.

Joseph was very obedient and drank water.

"You look very happy today." Irish drove, turned on the air conditioner, and whispered.

Joseph, who was drunk, looked more and more aroused.

He stretched out his hand, and his big hand touched her waist, and his deep voice sounded very pleasant in this closed space.

"Because you are happy."

Irish glanced at him while turning the corner.

He leaned lazily against the car seat and looked at her with a slanted face. His familiar black eyes were now slightly drunk and enchanted.

"Don't take advantage of your drunkenness, Poppy is watching." Irish felt his hot palms.

Joseph smiled at her.

He turned around.

Poppy saw him look back at himself and wagged his tail cheerfully.

"Lie down there and sleep." Joseph smiled and ordered.

Poppy sobbed, then his face laid on his paws, lying in the back seat, his eyes closed.

"It's pathetic to have a master like you." Irish tried to keep the car steady for fear that he would vomit.

Joseph had not yet reached that state of drunkenness, turned, and again lazily leaned on the seat, looking at the side face of Irish, indulging, "Irish, your smile is very charming."

Irish blushed and said shyly, "We have been together so many years. Don't say that."

The road was flat ahead, and there were not too many vehicles. Joseph just rested and pulled over one of her. He intertwined their palms, just smiled, and remained silent.

"What do you think of Lilith's situation? Why was she sent to the hospital?" Irish was still worried about Lilith.

Joseph took her hand and kissed her lips, saying, "There should be no big problem. Tomorrow I will go to the company to ask someone to inquire about that."

Irish nodded gently.

"That's strange. What does the man want?" She frowned.

Joseph also did not understand the situation, unable to answer accurately.

"Can the other side originally intended to hurt Lilith or Jay, and suddenly an accident happened?" Irish made a bold assumption.

Joseph told her, "Don't worry, Jay will return to New York soon."

****

Strange things are always frightening, such as Jay's trip to Florida.

His family members would become worried because they could not predict what kind of danger he would encounter, but sometimes known things such as Jay can be scary. He was safe, but more so, Irish was worried about the hidden dangers.

Joseph's comfort was not much, but more or less, it could calm Irish's uneasiness.

The car headed home.

Perhaps the strength of the wine came up all the way home, Joseph closed his eyes and leaned there. Irish was a little worried, repeatedly asking him. He just lightly answered he was all right.

When she got home, she stopped steadily behind the underground garage, leaned over, untied his seat belt, and asked softly, "Do you have a stomachache?"

A particularly strong man and a particularly strong woman have one thing in common: they are always unaware of their physical condition. She was afraid that Joseph's body was uncomfortable, and he didn't tell her.

Joseph opened his eyes, seeing they had arrived home. His tone was slightly lazy, and he answered, "Rest assured, I am fine."

Irish looked at him, "Really?"

"But other places of my body are uncomfortable." Joseph's voice turned gentle.

Irish was startled. "Huh?" 

"Closer, I'll tell you." Joseph's lips slightly raised.

Irish also did not think much, moved closer to him, and concernedly asked, "Where?"

Joseph languidly hugged her, his thin lips close to her ear, and said in a very low voice. 

The next second, Irish's face suddenly rose red, and it quickly spread to the neck. She pushed him away, "Go away!"

But she didn't break free.

He didn't let her escape, and the strong arm suddenly circled her back and locked her in his arms.

"Shy?" He smiled.

Breathing with alcohol spread across her cheeks.

"Who is shy? I just don't want to fool around with you." Irish retorted.

Joseph seemed to play with her," How this kind of thing becomes nonsense?"

"You've been thinking about it all day!" Irish was in his arms, melted softly by his breath.

Joseph retorted. "Well, this is our nature."

"Fallacy."

"You won't admit that is you? You are not my doll girl when in Clothes?" Joseph picked an eyebrow, "Who in the evening is so..."

The rest of the words did not finish, and Irish was forced to cover his mouth, red-faced, "Nonsense."

Soon, Ran pulled her hand down, and his big hand was slightly used with little force, putting her two hands behind her waist. The whole person then stuck to her, voice vaguely magnetic.

"Let's do it inside the car."

Irish stared at him, "Joseph, I think you are really drunk!" Joseph smiled, and his handsome face went close to her.

Before he could kiss her face, Poppy, who had been sitting in the back seat, came forward with great excitement.

Joseph only felt his face enthusiastically licked by Poppy.

And then they remembered that was the third life in this closed space.

Poppy saw them pull and push, just thinking they were playing. It became so lively and happy, so it was very excited to participate in it.

Irish smiled back and forth. Poppy saw the masters were very happy, it became happier, and the whole body moved forward.

Joseph simply opened the door, escaping.

****

Irish made tea for Joseph, and after he finished, she took a bath.

Returning to the bedroom, she saw Joseph done taking a bath, but he did not sleep, sitting on the bed. Seeing her come in, he glanced at her, then did not speak to her, lying down.

Irish chuckled.

She dimmed the light. She laid down beside him, face to face.

Joseph closed his eyes, and he was intentional.

She lifted her hand and pinched his nose.

"Angry?"

Joseph did not speak, still closing his eyes.

"Be angry with the dog?" asked Irish.

Joseph opened his eyes, "Well, yes."

Irish suddenly reacted, beating him, "Who are you scolding?"

Joseph turned over and left her behind.

Irish was startled, then lying on his shoulder, looking at his side face, "Really angry?"

"Hmm." Joseph hummed.