Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

But he likes to watch her eat, he likes to raise her.

He feels better every time she sees her appetite widened and eating particularly fragrant.

"it is good."

After Wen Xiaoai responded, he couldn't help but looked at the bun who stood there silently, staring at the alcoholic.

Somewhat strange.

Can't help but look at the alcoholic with the bun.

What happened to the buns?

Why keep looking at the alcoholic.

The young man stood there, his dark red eyes staring at the alcoholic sitting on the sofa.

Suddenly, I felt particularly uncomfortable. I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to die, and there was an urge to cry.

Who is he, who is he.

The boy stared at the drunkard, his emotions gradually agitated.

He raised his hand and stroked his heart.

It hurts, it hurts here.

He was obviously just a ray of remnant soul, why would he still feel heartache.

Who is this person?

"Then I'll go first." The drunkard said, and was about to leave.

Seeing that the drunkard was about to leave, the young man took a step forward almost out of physical instinct and wanted to follow him.

"Then I'm leaving too, Ms. San Shaowen, take your time." Qing Yi also left with the drunkard.

The teenager couldn't control his body and brain at all, and directly followed the footsteps of the alcoholic.

"Eh, Bao..." Wen Xiaoai was startled when he saw the boy wanted to go out, and hurriedly stood up to stop him.

He can't see the sun.

"What's the matter?" Jun Moyan looked at the weird Wen Xiaoai, somewhat puzzled.

"No, it's okay." Seeing the teenager stopped, Wen Xiaoai was relieved and sat back on the sofa.

He picked up the milk that Jun Moyan had drunk before and drank it, trying to hide what was wrong with him.

But his eyes kept looking at the bun.

The warm sun in the early morning outside the door forced the boy to stop.

Standing a few meters away from the gate, he looked at the back of the alcoholic and Tsing Yi leaving side by side, and finally couldn't help crying.

Transparent tears, like his body, no one can see except himself.

Tears flowed down his transparent cheeks and dropped to the ground, without disturbing a particle of dust.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Tears blurred his eyes, and the figure of the alcoholic was also blurred.

In the dimness, he seemed to see the drunkard stopped and stood at the gate...

"What's the matter?" Tsing Yi looked at the alcoholic who stopped suddenly, a little strange.

The drunkard looked at the sunny weather at the door, his eyes flowed around, as if he was looking for something.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at the hall.

Seeing the drunkard turned around, the boy didn't know how he felt, but he just looked at the drunkard, tears kept streaming.

The drunkard’s gaze swept across the hall slowly, wherever his gaze was, including the place where the boy was standing.

However, his gaze did not stop for an extra second because of the youth.

Because he couldn't see the boy.

He seemed to be looking for something, but he found nothing.

Suddenly, his heart was violently picked up, and a burst of inexplicable sadness struck, making the alcoholic feel uncomfortable.

"What are you looking for?" Tsing Yi also looked at the hall curiously.

Jun Moyan and Wen Xiaoai sitting on the sofa also looked at some strange drunks at the door.

When Jun Mo Yan Zheng wanted to ask, the drunkard said it was okay, then turned and left.

"Is it all right?" Tsing Yi asked concerned.

"No..." The alcoholic shook his head.

I don't know what happened to me.

At that moment, he seemed to feel the existence of something familiar.