Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In the old Texas house, George Sr. and George Sr. were lying comfortably on the recliner together, enjoying this rare quiet time.

There were already more than twenty empty wine bottles placed beside them. Mary's evaluation of the father and son may have been a bit exaggerated, but one sentence was absolutely correct.

If left alone, these two together can definitely support a winery!

Mary had only been away for a day, and the two of them had not had a sip of water. Almost all the water their bodies needed came from Lone Star beer. Veronica looked at the two men, one big and one small, outside. She was helpless before her mother-in-law left. One o'clock, it will be like this, how will you live in the future?

"Hiccup~ I haven't felt so good after drinking for a long time." Old George burped comfortably, exhaled a long breath of wine, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Yeah, normally my mother would never allow us to drink like this at home, so while she is attending the wedding of Sheldon's nerdy friend, we must drink enough~"

Little George raised his glass generously, clinked it with his father, and drank it all in one gulp: "It would be great if Ron were here, so the three of us can drink together."

"Forget it, that little traitor," Old George said disdainfully: "Who do you think reported it to Mary the few times we drank before?"

"Isn't it Sheldon?" Little George said blankly.

"How could Sheldon know?! We always wait until he goes to school or the library before we drink together! Missy only needs to manage the money well and is very strict with her mouth, so it can only be Ron who tipped her off! "

Old George became angry when he mentioned this. Because he was caught secretly drinking, Mary punished him frequently. Even his pocket money was deducted several times because of his unconscious behavior.

Old George thought about resisting, but as long as Mary shouted "George!" in a serious tone, he had no idea of ​​resistance.

Little George still didn't believe it: "No way? But Ron drank with us."

Old George rolled his eyes. He had four children in total, three sons and one daughter. Three of them were geniuses in various senses, but why was the eldest son so stupid?

Just like that, there are actually many people saying that he is most similar to them. How is that possible?

If he had to choose a son who looked most like him among his sons, George Sr. felt that this person must be Ron.

As handsome and agile as he was when he was young, the only regret is that he could not inherit his legacy and become a great rugby player or rugby coach.

"Yes, that's him. Once, I saw him snitching with Mary. Do you know what he said when Mary smelled the smell of alcohol on him and asked him if he drank too?"

"How to say?"

"He said he was trying to infiltrate my inner circle, this traitor! Every time I see him getting a bonus from Mary, I feel so angry. It must have been deducted from my pocket money!"

Thinking of his thinning wallet, Old George felt his heart bleed.

"So he is like this Ron, I am so lucky that I believed in him before!" Little George took the opportunity of being angry and grabbed the last bottle of beer in his hand before Old George and took a sip.

"That's the last bottle of beer! Boy!" Old George glared at his son.

"It doesn't matter. I'll bring you another box when I come tomorrow. Mom won't be back for a while anyway." Little George drank the beer in one gulp and burped comfortably: "By the way, you don't have to give it to me." Is it okay if mom calls?"

"It's totally unnecessary. Between us, she has always called me. After all, she was the one who chased me back then. I think back then..."

"I think back then, my mother was a well-known beauty. If I hadn't been so young and ignorant, and you used a Harley motorcycle to defraud her, you wouldn't have had a chance." Little George mercilessly exposed his father's clumsy lies: "I think You'd better make a phone call, otherwise, when mom comes back, you'll have to sleep in the living room again, or come to sleep at our house."

Old George's face turned red: "Hi! You are my son, what does it matter if I sleep at your house for a few days!"

"Of course it does matter. I'm still young, Veronica is so beautiful, and we still have a lot of nightlife to live, which is usually not limited to the bedroom, you know~" Little George winked at his father.

"You don't need to tell me such a thing, boy!"

In the end, George Sr. beat his wife under the teasing eyes of his eldest son.

"Hey, Mary, how are you doing there?"

"This place is very nice. You should really come and see it together, especially if you can meet some very knowledgeable new friends, such as Alfred." Mary said happily.

"Thank you, ma'am. I really can't afford your kind comments."

Old George heard the voice of a strange old man on his cell phone. He was so excited that he stood up from the recliner.

Little George looked at his father in surprise. This was the first time he had seen his father so agile since George Sr. stopped the father-son chasing interactive game with Ron.

"No, I'm not giving any awards at all. You are really a very knowledgeable person, just like your son Leonard. By the way, what is the interesting thing you just said?"

"That's an interesting new discovery recently, which is that Neanderthals and Homo sapiens often mated with each other."

"Hahaha, did you hear that? George, now I finally understand why I married you." Mary's sweet laughter came from the phone receiver, but old George's expression was as if struck by lightning.

If there is a BGM for him at this time, it must be "One Cut Plum" by classmate Yuan Hua.

"Okay, George, everything is safe here anyway. I won't tell you anymore. Alfred is about to show me his collection of ancient religious instruments. Can you believe it? In ancient times, people have been blessed by God. Inspired."

Toot…

As soon as Old George said "good night", the phone over there was hung up.

"How's it going? When did Mom say she would come back? If she stays in Los Angeles for one more day, I can buy another case of beer tomorrow and we can have a good drink." Halfway through his words, little George noticed that his father's face looked a little uncomfortable. Yes, I was shocked and hurried to the house.

"What? Is mom going back now? Damn it! We haven't had time to clean up the battlefield, it's too late! Dad, you dig a hole first, and we bury the wine bottles in the yard first. I'll tell Veronica not to tell Mother."

"No, she didn't come back."

"Huh, you scared me~" Little George breathed a sigh of relief and turned around: "What's going on?"

Old George said with an ugly face: "Your mother has a man in the room now."