Even when she was drunk, she still had the talent to annoy him.
"Come here," James Black called out to Jane Sampson, "Iāll hold you."
Jane Sampson left Brooke Blackās arms, turned her head to look at James Black, and quietly watched, seemingly pondering whether to go over or not.
In the end, it was James Black who lost his patience and pulled her into his arms, then placed her two hands on his waist, having her hold him just as she had held Brooke Black.
Then he heard the person in his arms complaining in a delicate voice, "Itās so hard and uncomfortable."
"Haha." Brooke Black couldnāt help but laugh out loud.
James Black was holding Jane Sampson. When Father Gingery drove the car out of the parking lot, he single-handedly lifted her onto the car backseat, waited for Jane Sampson to settle down, then leaned in to sit down himself, and again reached out to embrace the little drunkard, letting her rest in his arms.
The car had been running for a few minutes, and Jane Sampson hadnāt moved at all; James Black thought she had fallen asleep.
To his surprise, as the car took a curve with a larger arc, Jane Sampson suddenly raised her head, smiled, and tugged at his sleeve, asking, "Are we going to the amusement park?"
Brooke Black, sitting in the co-pilot seat, really couldnāt hold it in and burst out laughing.
James Black gently stroked Jane Sampsonās face, seeing her blinking eyes looking rather obedient, and he couldnāt stay mad. He hummed in a low voice, coaxing Jane Sampson, "You close your eyes and sleep for a bit, and weāll be at the amusement park."
"The amusement park is far away, I need to sleep twice." Jane Sampson put up two thumbs and shook them in front of James Blackās face, but!
No sooner had the words fallen than, the next second, she suddenly sat up straight, asked in a very serious tone, "Who are you?"
Brooke Black was already laughing so hard that her belly hurt. There it was, Jane Sampson was drunk; she was well-behaved and loved to be doted on, but now she couldnāt even recognize her own husband.
James Blackās face darkened as he asked ominously in return, "Who do you say I am?"
Jane Sampson smiled with a crooked lip, "I know who you are, haha, I was just teasing you just now."
"Then you tell me, who am I." James Black felt that the drunkās word was not very trustworthy.
But subsequently, he regretted it; he shouldnāt have asked the drunk, whose courage was bigger than the sky, any questions.
Because he heard Jane Sampsonās clear laugh, then she answered him, "I just know who you are! You are Bastard Black! Overlord Black! And my daddy Black!"
And that wasnāt all; the little drunkard continued to count off on her fingers for James Black to hear, "Youāre also Turtle Black, hungry wolf Black, Bastard Black."
James Blackās mouth twitched; it seemed that in his absence, Jane Sampson had secretly assigned him a host of these nonsensical nicknames.
"Rolling Black, Scoundrel Black, Bastard..."
"Jane Sampson, just shut your mouth," James Black couldnāt take it anymore and said, "Sleep!"
"Donāt want to~" Jane Sampson pouted and acted coquettish, "I donāt want to sleep now; now, I want to kiss you."
!!!!
Aunt Black was thoroughly shocked.
Wow, Jane Sampson, when drunk, wasnāt just fond of acting spoiled; she was like a little demon who knew how to seduce.
"No!" Seeing the other two people in front, James Black said sternly, "Close your eyes and sleep!"
"No kisses?" Jane Sampson sounded genuinely disappointed, "Then letās just hug?"
After saying that, she reached her hand toward James Black. Seeing him unresponsive, her voice became aggrieved, "You wonāt even allow a hug?"