Chapter 923 - 931 Who do you say I am?

Even when she was drunk, she still had the talent to annoy him.

"Come here," James Black called out to Jane Sampson, "I’ll hold you."

Jane Sampson left Brooke Black’s 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, "It’s so hard and uncomfortable."

"Haha." Brooke Black couldn’t 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 hadn’t 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 couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

James Black gently stroked Jane Sampson’s face, seeing her blinking eyes looking rather obedient, and he couldn’t stay mad. He hummed in a low voice, coaxing Jane Sampson, "You close your eyes and sleep for a bit, and we’ll 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 Black’s 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 couldn’t even recognize her own husband.

James Black’s 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 drunk’s word was not very trustworthy.

But subsequently, he regretted it; he shouldn’t have asked the drunk, whose courage was bigger than the sky, any questions.

Because he heard Jane Sampson’s clear laugh, then she answered him, "I just know who you are! You are Bastard Black! Overlord Black! And my daddy Black!"

And that wasn’t all; the little drunkard continued to count off on her fingers for James Black to hear, "You’re also Turtle Black, hungry wolf Black, Bastard Black."

James Black’s 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 couldn’t take it anymore and said, "Sleep!"

"Don’t want to~" Jane Sampson pouted and acted coquettish, "I don’t want to sleep now; now, I want to kiss you."

!!!!

Aunt Black was thoroughly shocked.

Wow, Jane Sampson, when drunk, wasn’t 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 let’s just hug?"

After saying that, she reached her hand toward James Black. Seeing him unresponsive, her voice became aggrieved, "You won’t even allow a hug?"