Chapter 257 Shooting at Home

The next day, Kristen Oliver woke up and saw Elvis Sterling asleep on the single person sofa. My hangover's head is painful and chaotic, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. Why is Elvis Sterling here? No, it seems that she got drunk at the wedding banquet yesterday, and Elvis Sterling drove them back. After the memory of drunkenness suddenly attacked, Kristen Oliver suddenly remembered last night intermittently, and she seemed to pull Ethan Wharton and scold him all the time. Say, you scold Elvis Sterling? If so, then she's really going to die. 'Wake up?' Elvis Sterling rubbed his forehead, went to the bedside table and poured a glass of honey water. 'It will be much more comfortable to drink a little.' Kristen Oliver took it, and his toes couldn't wait to buckle out three rooms and one hall. 'thank you.' Elvis Sterling seemed to think of something and couldn't help but chuckle: 'It's the first time I've seen you drunk. It's really interesting.' Kristen O