Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Don't look, I pretended it, I didn't really sleep." The drunkard suddenly smiled and said something.

Tsing Yi was so scared that his heart almost stopped, he almost didn't react, just staring blankly at the alcoholic and slowly opening his eyes.

Tsing Yi was panicked, completely forgot what to do to cover up, but looked at him stupidly like this.

The drunkard saw that he was stupid and a little funny, so he raised his head slightly and put an arm on the back of his head.

His move further narrowed the distance between the two.

The tips of the nose are almost coming together.

For a while, seeing that Tsing Yi still didn't respond, it seemed as if he had lost his soul and was terrified.

Suddenly bulging his cheeks and blowing at Tsing Yi, he blew the short hair on his forehead a little messy.

"Silly?"

Tsing Yi recovered, got up from the drunkard in a panic, sat on the side of the bed, so nervous that his palms were sweating, and he dared not look at him again.

I'm afraid he will find out.

Opening his mouth, he said inconsequentially: "...you know you are pretending to be asleep."

The drunkard also sat up, moved to Tsing Yi's side, and smirked: "Brother Tsing Yi, your ears are poisoned? So red."

"...What do you call me?" Tsing Yi glanced sideways at him, and immediately looked away in a panic.

"Brother Qingyi, doesn't it sound like..."

"nausea."

Tsing Yi answered, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

His messy footsteps made him feel embarrassed.

The drunkard smiled and then got out of bed and walked out.

After looking at the cleaned up house, then looking at Tsing Yi who was placing food for him, the drunkard smiled and sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks and ate.

"You said that if I leave you in the future, will I be unable to take care of myself?"

The drunkard took a mouthful of food while talking, and said, "It's not as delicious as your noodles."

"Li? Where are you going?" Tsing Yi looked at the alcoholic who was eating.

"Where not to go."

"Then what are you worried about."

"Why, do you really want to take care of me for a lifetime? Don't marry a wife? Spend a lifetime with me as a big man?" The drunkard said as he ate his meal without raising his head.

"What can't you do?"

The drunkard looked up at Tsing Yi, blinked, and said:

"Brother, you won't like me?"

"Yeah." Tsing Yi hummed directly without thinking about it.

The drunkard froze for two seconds and then laughed directly, vomiting: "You are not as funny as white clothes, and there is no humor at all."

"..." Tsing Yi looked at the alcoholic who lowered his head to eat again, and lowered his eyes, feeling a little depressed.

Maybe no matter what he said or made, he would think he was joking.

After eating, Tsing Yi and the drunkard set off for the hotel.

When the two arrived for a while, Jun Moyan also came, and along with him, naturally there was also Wen Xiaoai, who liked to stick to him, and even wanted to take a bath to stand guard at the gate for him.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai, Bai Tang couldn't help his eyes staying on her for a few more seconds.

Jun Mo Yan Wei frowned and took a step forward, blocking Wen Xiaoai behind him, without even concealing it, and directly looked at Bai Tang with a vigilant and warning look.

Wen Xiaoai didn't notice Bai Tang's gaze. From the moment he walked in, he looked at this very high-end presidential suite, and wanted to find a better place. She would write in a while.

Because Jun Moyan said that it would take a long time for the alcoholic to save people and it would be very boring, so she simply brought the pen and paper.