Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Seeing the drunkard looking over, Jun Moyan didn't look at him either, and there was no expression on his face.

The drunkard retracted his gaze, and naturally took out his phone to look at it.

The silent interaction between the two, apart from Wen Xiaoai, who is closest to Jun Moyan, also noticed by the careful Jun Wuchen.

It's just Jun Moyan's personality that prevents him from thinking about other things.

Seeing that the drunkard didn’t speak, Jun Wuhao played with his cell phone. He was so angry that he didn’t make a call. When he looked for an opportunity, he started to want to humiliate him: “What? Just now the cowboy was blown up, and now it’s not going to end?”

Seeing that the drunkard was still looking at the phone and not talking, Mrs. Jun coldly snorted, looked at Mrs. Jun, and said in a tone full of contempt and disdain:

"What am I talking about? What do you expect such a person to be able to treat Wuhao?"

Old man Jun's complexion was not good, partly because he was worried about Jun Wuhao's condition, and partly because Mrs. Jun didn't stop.

She was upset enough at first, and she kept arguing.

Tsing Yi was not used to Mrs. Jun's tone, but seeing the drunkard's leisurely expression, he knew he had a way, and he must have deliberately made them say something bad, so that he could hit them in the face even harder later.

Sure enough, after the old lady Jun and Jun Wuhao ridiculed them again, and even said horrible things like quack doctors, pretending to be doctors, and deceiving patients, the drunk spirit calmly said something.

"Who said I can't cure?"

Jun Wuhao and Mrs. Jun closed their mouths immediately, as if something was smashed in their throats, watching the drunkard could no longer say a word, they were embarrassed and couldn't get off the stage.

Obviously I want to slap him in the face, but I don't want my face to hurt.

"Can you cure it?" Jun Qing smiled, looking at the alcoholic with some excitement.

"Yes." The drunkard was simple and clear, and the directly affirmative word made the Jun family smile, and hope rose in their hearts.

But the next sentence of the drunkard knocked them back to their original form.

"But I don't want to treat him."

"Just say how much money you need." The Jun family's family background, even the medical family Gu's family, is a bit short.

"I'm following Jun Moyan, do you think I'm short of money?" The drunkard looked completely disinterested in money.

When Jun Qing saw the drunkard, he knew why.

Jun Wuhao also understood what a drunkard meant, and was nothing more than asking him to apologize for his disrespectful behavior.

"No harm, apologize to the doctor." Jun Qing looked at Jun Wushu.

"..." Jun Wuhao looked at Jun Moyan, then at the drunkard, turning his head.

Obviously he did not want to lower his status and apologize to the alcoholic.

Want him to apologize to Jun Moyan's people? Don't even think about it.

"Since you are a doctor, you must do your job as a doctor. Believe me or not, you can revoke your medical qualification certificate." Mrs. Jun, a face-saving person, is absolutely impossible to let herself. The grandson apologized to an unidentified person, not to mention that this person was from Jun Moyan.

The drunkard smiled indifferently.

After Mrs. Jun finished speaking, Jun Moyan's voice followed: "Little tea, see off the guests."

"Everyone, please go."

Seeing Xiaocha please don't move them, Tsing Yi also helped drive people together.

"Young Master Jun, please."

Jun Wuhao and Mrs. Jun looked ugly, but they still refused to leave.

"No problem, apologize!" Old man Jun's compulsive words sounded.

Jun Wuhao held a fire in his chest, his eyes turned black with anger, and his brain was stunned.

If it weren't for the constant itching of his body to keep him awake, I'm afraid he would be out of control with anger.