Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Yes, as long as my drunkard has a drink, I will definitely not be thirsty for you." The drunkard ate the noodles and didn't even look at Tsing Yi when he said this.

Although this sounds righteous, but it is not at all confusing.

But Tsing Yi knew that he was serious.

Of course, he is also very clear that if he changed to white clothes and said this sentence today, the drunkard's answer would be the same.

Because for alcoholics, it really doesn’t matter...

As long as he has money in his possession, he will really be willing to spend it for you.

You cook a bowl of noodles for him, or accompany him for a drink, chat for a while, and then ask him for a car, as long as he has it, he is willing to give it to you.

Because he doesn't care about those things at all.

Although his answer sounded a little uneasy, Tsing Yi still laughed.

Immediately a little disgusted: "It's better to rely on you to support you."

"That's fine." The alcoholic doesn't matter.

After taking a sip of the soup, stuffing the remaining half bowl of noodles in Tsing Yi's hands: "You can't eat it, you can eat it, don't waste food."

He stuffed Tsing Yi every time he couldn't finish eating, and he got used to it.

Anyway, they were all men, and they didn't feel anything after eating the same bowl of noodles.

"Stand slowly, I'm leaving."

"Will you come back tonight?"

"It depends on the situation. Come back if you still remember. If you drink too much, you won't bother to leave."

"Well, I have to be at the company tonight."

"Work hard, maybe you really need to support me in the future." The drunkard grinned and patted Tsing Yi's shoulder, opened the door and left.

Tsing Yi sighed slightly, looked at the half bowl of noodles in the bowl, directly picked up the chopsticks and ate...

In the study--

"Meow meow meow……"

It's over, it's over, this time I have to break my leg.

At the desk, Wen Xiaoai was sitting on the desk, clutching a few tissues, wiping the milk on the desk in a hurry.

Her milk bottle fell aside and all the milk in the bottle poured out.

All the drafts of the gun parts that Jun Moyan drew were destroyed.

And those files have also suffered.

Wen Xiaoai kept pulling on the tissue and wiping it, panicking.

I must cry.

I will never play with baby bottles anymore, I will drink milk honestly from now on~

Jun Moyan returned to the study room and took the notebook. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Wen Xiaoai with his back to him, his mouth kept meowing, listening very anxiously, and his two small paws kept moving. .

"Little boy, what are you doing?"

"Meow."

Wen Xiaoai was shocked by the sudden sound behind him.

She turned around, looking at Jun Moyan with some fear and guilty conscience, holding two wet tissues in her two small paws.

Jun Moyan looked at the messy, milky desktop, and the new drafts and documents ruined by milk, and couldn't help but twitch a little.

This little thing, he just left for a minute, and it ruined the fruits of his work for a few days.

This destructive power...a bit strong.

Looking at Jun Moyan, who was silent and looking impermanent, Wen Xiaoai gave a grieved cry.

"Meow~"

I was wrong, I didn't mean it, don't be angry, I will go to the penalty station immediately.

Wen Xiaoai immediately got up from the table, then jumped off the table and went to the corner.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai who was covering his ears in the corner and facing the wall honestly. Apart from being funny, he really couldn't get angry at all.

Putting the notebook aside, he began to clean up the desktop.

Wen Xiaoai turned his head and peeked at Jun Moyan who was clearing the desk, feeling very sorry.

Looking at the wall in front of me, I felt even more melancholy.

Hey, did she hit a wall and die in her last life?

Why are you always having trouble with the wall?