Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The boy watched the two leave, hesitated, and finally went with them.

Tsing Yi drove the car, and the boy got in the car and left Wuyuan.

Along the way, Tsing Yi and the drunkard were talking, but the young man could only sit behind and listen.

The two did not go to any restaurant, but found a restaurant that specializes in roast chicken. Tsing Yi ordered a few cans of beer in front of the alcoholic for an unprecedented time, and it seemed that they didn't mean to stop the alcoholic from drinking.

"give."

The drunkard took the chicken leg that Tsing Yi handed over, looked at it, and then took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" Tsing Yi asked.

The drunkard smiled: "It's not as delicious as I did."

"Do you still cook?" Tsing Yi was a little strange and unexpected.

"I can only make grilled chicken, but not others. Even the noodles below are not delicious." However, Ge likes it.

It was the first time he tried to cook noodles the morning when Zhe became a human being. He knew it was not good, but Zhe still ate very happily.

The young man on the side looked at the drunkard and listened to his words, feeling uncontrollable.

Will you be my future concern?

But I don't remember anything, what should I do.

"I haven't heard you say it." Tsing Yi's expression was a little lonely, and his eyes were a little hurt.

He hasn't heard him say this. They have known each other for six years. He doesn't even know what his real name is, but he still likes him stupidly. Doesn't it feel ridiculous?

The drunkard is not stupid, he heard the sadness in Tsing Yi's words, but pretended to know nothing.

He raised his head and took a sip of beer.

He looked at the wine jar and said, "Why is this wine so weak?"

"You are accustomed to drinking too strong wine, you have no feeling for these ordinary wines."

"is it?"

The drunkard responded, raised his head again and took two sips, but still felt that the taste was a little weak.

"Don't drink so much at night."

Tsing Yi said, but he raised a can and started drinking.

The drunkard glanced at Tsing Yi, who was drinking, put down the beer in his hand, and ate the roast chicken in silence.

After that, I didn't drink it again.

Because if you guess right, he will have to drive a while.

Tsing Yi doesn't drink much, and I feel a little drunk after two or three cans of beer.

He seemed to have something on his mind, and he seemed to want to deliberately get himself drunk, so that he didn't have to worry too much like when he was sober, and wanted to boldly say a few words to the alcoholic.

So he kept drinking, and finally got himself drunk.

Tsing Yi was lying on the table, already drunk and unconscious.

The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi who was drinking, with no expression on his face, but he was a little looking forward to getting him drunk, did he have something to say to him.

It's not all expectation, but of course there is also fear.

I was afraid that Tsing Yi would say something that would make him guilty and difficult to choose. In short, I felt very conflicted.

Tsing Yi, who was lying on the table, gave a smirk. He got up and looked for wine on the table.

I took several jars in a row, but they were all empty.

Finally, he picked up the half jar left in front of the alcoholic and shook it.

With a smirk: "...and more."

As he said, he continued to drink.

The teenager looked at Tsing Yi and the drunkard drinking the same can of wine, feeling a little uncomfortable, weird.

Finally, he drank the last half of the can.

Tsing Yi hiccuped alcohol, then squatted back on the table, kowtow, drunk and muttered to himself: "After drinking so much, I still don't think wine is good, but why do you like it so much."

"Can't remember the way I drank my first sip, but I always remember why I drank." The drunkard looked at the toppling bottles of wine cans.