Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Under the street lamp, the drunkard's figure looked very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, Tsing Yi's heart couldn't help but feel distressed.

Obviously, he has tried his best to urge him to eat three meals a day, why he is still so thin.

Tsing Yi thought.

Obviously he is a doctor himself, why he never cared about his body.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses and pressed the horn again. Seeing the drunkard, he didn’t mean to get in the car. He just wanted to unlock the seat belt and get out of the car and ask him what’s wrong, but the drunkard stepped forward, opened the door and sat in. .

"What happened just now? Always in a daze?" Tsing Yi asked the drunkard wearing a seat belt.

"Look at you."

"Ok?"

"I'm watching you." The drunkard who fastened his seat belt raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

Tsing Yi's heart beat fiercely, a smile at the corner of his mouth fainted, and the hands holding the steering wheel clenched subconsciously because of tension.

"...Let's go to dinner, a new home is opened on Ninghuai Avenue..." Tsing Yi started the engine and prepared to set off.

"I want to eat the noodles you made." The drunkard tilted his head and looked at Tsing Yi's profile, somehow, when he said this, he already felt sad.

"Don't you eat anything else? I eat noodles in the morning, which is not nutritious. I am easy to get hungry in the middle of the night. It is better to eat some good noodles tomorrow morning."

He is too thin, so he should take a good supplement.

"...I still want to eat noodles." The alcoholic choked his throat and almost choked.

The entire chest seemed to be tightly screwed together by a big hand, and it seemed to have been smashed twice, causing pain in a large area of ​​the chest.

He quickly turned his head back and looked forward to prevent Tsing Yi from seeing his red eyes.

"Then let's go to the store to pack some vegetables and cook noodles at home."

"it is good."

The drunkard closed his eyes and eased his emotions. After a while, he finally felt less uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes, couldn't help turning his head to the side, staring at Tsing Yi while he was driving, staring in awe.

Feeling that the drunkard's gaze has been falling on her face, Tsing Yi had to slow down a bit because of her inner tension.

"...What's the matter? Why keep staring at me."

"Because it looks good."

Because I want to see.

"..."

Tsing Yi smiled like a big boy on the side that the alcoholic couldn't see.

It was a bit uncomfortable to be stared at so closely, but within a few minutes, it felt nothing.

I bought some high-nutrient dishes at the hotel. When I came out of the hotel, I remembered that there is a roast chicken shop not far from here, so Tsing Yi asked the drunkard whether to eat it.

The drunkard shook his head and said not to eat.

He will not eat anymore, he just wants to eat noodles.

"Then let's go back."

"Ok."

Tsing Yi took the drunkard back to Wuyuan and put down the things in his hands.

"You eat first, don't drink, I will cook the noodles."

Tsing Yi exhorted him and went downstairs.

The drunkard collapsed on the sofa, exhausted.

He leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and was born blankly.

He didn't know what to do, how to deal with his situation, and how to say goodbye to him when he was about to die...

Whether it's leaving quietly or telling everything to rebirth and parting frankly, it is too cruel for Tsing Yi.

Should he struggle again and believe in miracles?

Is he still saved?

The alcoholic closed his eyes and concealed the despair in his eyes.

One second or two seconds, he was extremely tired and fell asleep, and he fell asleep deeply.