Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Tsing Yi knew very well that drunks could not cause trouble. Not only would they not cause trouble, but if you provoke him, he wouldn't bother to call you back.

But Tsing Yi didn't expect that the dead drunkard was bleeding from his head this time, and he didn't even resist.

Don't say that there are too many people on the other side, it's useless to resist, the drunkard has the ability to fight and is not weak, and he never really gets drunk in the bar, so those people are not his opponents at all.

He would rather be beaten than to care about those people.

I thought that those people were just a few gangsters who were going to knock a little money out of the drunkard, so I decided to give some money.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the bar, I saw the drunkard being pushed on the ground by seven or eight gangsters. Tsing Yi was flushed with anger at the time, and, apart from anything else, he went straight to the hospital.

When he helped the drunkard to get up, he could still laugh.

Tsing Yi saw the blood on his forehead, and his heart was so hot that he was about to yell at him. But when he saw the tears in his eyes, Tsing Yi was stunned.

He happened to smile and said, "Are you here to drink too?"

Arriving to his house with a drunkard, Tsing Yi took out the key to his house from her body.

"Hey, why do you have the key to my house?" The drunkard asked with a smile, pointing to the key in his hand.

"..." Tsing Yi's words still in anger didn't answer him.

He opened the door, turned on the light, and then helped him to the sofa.

The drunkard lay directly on the sofa and found a comfortable position.

Tsing Yi turned around to find the drunkard's spare medicine kit and began to clean the wound on his forehead for him.

"His~"

The drunkard who was almost asleep with his eyes closed was in pain.

"You lighten it, it hurts."

He complained about Tsing Yi's clumsiness.

"Deserve it!"

Although Tsing Yi said so, the action of cleaning his wound was lightened a lot.

Hearing what Qing Yi deserved, the drunkard smiled and opened one eye to look at him: "Those people didn't hit you again, why are you angry?"

The drunkard said, reaching for his face.

Tsing Yi slapped his hand, and the fire in his heart increased: "You ask me why I am angry?"

The drunkard laughed and said: "Okay, it's not as serious as you said. I haven't exercised for too long, so I just treat my muscles and bones."

"Move the muscles and bones? Those people use you to move the muscles and bones."

"it's the same."

"You are the same size." Tsing Yi really wanted to poke the alcohol-soaked cotton swab into his wound.

But just thinking about it, I still have to clean up his wounds honestly.

"Okay, don't get angry. Tonight is an accident. I promise you that if anyone bullies me in the future, I will fight back and never let you come to the rescue."

"Save the field? You think I am angry because you troubled me to run this time?"

"I know I know, you don't find it bothersome, you just don't see me being beaten." The drunkard yawned as he said, then closed his eyes again.

"..."

Hearing the drunkard's words, Tsing Yi's sullenness finally disappeared a lot.

"Those people are just knocking you money. You don't want to do anything with them. Just give money. There are millions in the card I gave you. Give them tens of thousands without delaying your drinking."

"That's all you earned, so why give it to them?" The drunkard whispered.

"Wait..." The drunkard suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Tsing Yi: "You just said how much money is in the card?"

"You haven't checked it?"

"Why do I check it." The drunkard was speechless.

Tsing Yi really convinced him.

"About seven million."

"What? Seven million?" The drunkard's eyes widened.