Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"All my belongings, what's wrong? There is a problem?"

"No, where did you get so much money? You wouldn't be an invisible rich second generation who came out to experience life?" The drunkard wanted to sit up excitedly.

"Don't move."

Tsing Yi squeezed his shoulder and continued to clean his wounds: "Don't be so surprised as if you have never seen money before. You can treat a rich person with a difficult disease. As long as you speak, others will be willing. I pay you so much."

"That's different. You don't know how to treat intractable diseases. Where did you get so much money?"

"Salary, three less."

"Fuck, the surname Jun gives you so much? Then why do I have so few?"

"Three young masters don't have so many diseases to treat you, what do you think?"

"Uh...it seems to be the same, then your salary is too high."

"In today's first-tier cities, the salary of a department manager of any listed company plus year-end bonuses can earn millions in a year."

"Then are you the manager?"

"no."

"Then you say again."

"I'm busier than the manager!"

"..."

"Hey, it's hard work, then I will save some flowers in the future." The drunkard smiled and patted Tsing Yi's leg.

"No, you can spend it whatever you want. Anyway, I put it there."

"Brother enough, I will definitely pay you back after how much I have spent."

"You don't need to pay it back."

"That won't work, that's all your belongings. Even if you don't need to support your family, you still have to marry a wife in two years."

"Marry a daughter-in-law?" Tsing Yi gave his hand to clean the wound.

"Yeah, is it possible that you have to be single for a lifetime, or will you three young men pay to arrange marriages for your subordinates? Then let him give me one as well."

"Give you one too?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want?"

"Yes."

Tsing Yi glanced at the drunkard, smiled, and said nothing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"you guess?"

"I can't guess it."

After Tsing Yi handled the wound on his forehead for him, he found the medicated liquor.

"Get up and take off your clothes."

"Oh." The alcoholic sat up obediently, then took off his clothes.

Tsing Yi saw the bruises on his body, and the anger that finally disappeared suddenly rose again. The medicine bottle in his hand was crushed by him, showing his murderous intent.

"That **** chop."

"Why would you still scold such things, Bai Yi taught?" The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi, whose face was dark, and teased him with a smile.

"You can still laugh." Tsing Yi gave him an angry look, took one of his arms, and started applying medicine to him.

"Stop smiling."

The drunkard immediately stopped laughing, still learning the tone of Tsing Yi just now, filled with righteous indignation: "Those **** gangsters, when I meet them next time, I will send them to the hospital again."

"I know how to say that, why not talk about cross talk."

"This career is good. I am so handsome. I can definitely accumulate a lot of fans, and there must be a lot of beautiful female fans...Ah, please be gentle."

"Go on." Tsing Yi, who applied the medicine to him, raised his eyes and glanced at him.

"Stop talking..."

The night is getting deeper.

Tsing Yi put one hand on the back of his head, looking at the dark ceiling, his eyes filled with tears and pain when he lifted up the alcoholic in the bar flashed in front of him, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

Looking sideways at the alcoholic sleeping with his back facing him, Tsing Yi couldn't help but say, "Are you asleep?"

"Hmm..." The drunkard replied in a daze.

"...Can you tell me about your past?"