Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

With his body reacting faster than his brain, Jun Moyan got up and got out of bed in a hurry, putting on his shoes and escaping as if he left the room.

Standing outside the door, Jun Moyan recalled what had happened just now, but he was full of guilt and guilt.

When he thought of kissing Xiaobai, Jun Moyan wanted to shoot himself twice.

The chaos after drinking is right.

"Your body is more honest than your mouth, and your body is not deceiving."

Shangguanyu's words echoed in his brain, and Jun Moyan became irritable.

I couldn't calm down even more.

He stepped up, and could only leave here quickly.

Going downstairs, out of the hall, standing at the door of the villa, but not knowing where to go.

The wine bottle at the entrance of the villa was still there, the evening breeze blew through, and even the air smelled of wine.

Jun Moyan stood at the door, his mind was full of pictures of just kissing Wen Xiaoai.

The more I think about it, the deeper my guilt.

With a fist, he punched the stone pillar beside him.

It's too regrettable.

There was a slight footstep, followed by a voice:

"Big night, what are you doing? Practice boxing?"

Jun Moyan retracted his fist and turned to look at the alcoholic coming towards him.

The drunkard stepped forward, looked at the five or six empty wine bottles swaying on the steps, bent over and picked up one unopened bottle, opened it and took two sips.

Then I looked at Jun Mo Yan: "What are you doing? You don't sleep at night and drink so much alcohol."

Jun Moyan didn't answer his question, he grabbed his mind and asked absently, "You just came back?"

"Yeah, I knew you would drink tonight, so I won't go out to drink."

The drunkard raised his head and took a few more mouthfuls.

"..."

After drinking a bottle in a few mouthfuls, the drunkard bent down and picked up the unopened bottle. After thinking about it, he finally put it down.

"You drink slowly, I'll go back to bed, or Tsing Yi will call again later."

"Wait." Jun Moyan stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

"Sit with me for a while." He can't stay alone now, he will think of the kiss just now when he calms down...

"All right." Seeing that he was worried, the drunkard didn't worry about going back, and sat down directly on the steps, picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and drank.

Jun Moyan sat down beside him.

I thought that with multiple people, I wouldn't always think about the matter just now, but his mind was still full of pictures of just kissing Wen Xiaoai.

"You say something."

"Say what?" The drunkard looked inexplicable.

"Anything is fine, singing is fine, noisy enough."

The drunkard blinked, looked at the abnormal Jun Moyan, smiled and asked, "What are you doing, it's so wrong."

"It's okay."

"A liar, it's okay. The first time I saw you like this, it seemed like I did something wrong."

"..."

Seeing him not speaking, the drunkard picked up a bottle of wine and handed it to him: "Drink two?"

"Don't drink."

The drunkard put down the wine, took two sips and said, "Let's talk about it, what's on your mind."

"..." Jun Moyan was silent for a while, hesitated, and finally asked, "What is like?"

"Huh?" The drunkard was taken aback, almost choked by the alcohol.

Wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, the drunkard looked at Jun Moyan with a curious look: "What are you asking me?"

"..."

Seeing Jun Mo Yan reluctant to say it a second time, the drunkard smiled: "I like it...I don't know."

"Do you have anyone you like?" Jun Moyan turned his head to look at him.

"..." The drunkard was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flowed, his eyes changed slightly.