Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Getting married? Looking for such a woman?"

Tsing Yi's gritted teeth sounded.

I felt that the person in front of him was really cruel to him.

But he was willing, and he asked for everything.

Yes, from the beginning to the end, it was just wishful thinking and never expressed his intentions. Why should he be cruel?

"Well... of course you can't find this kind of woman when you get married. It's okay to talk about feelings."

The more outrageous and outrageous things made Tsing Yi wonder whether he was the person he knew before.

"Your feelings are so cheap and versatile?"

Tsing Yi clenched his fists, his jaw tightened, and anger was burning in his eyes.

Seeing Tsing Yi seemed to be angry, the drunkard realized that the joke was a big deal, and hurriedly shook his head to explain:

"I'm kidding, kidding."

"..."

"I'm really joking, talking about it, don't take it seriously, you haven't gotten a family yet, how can I get a family."

You haven't gotten a family yet, who will I go with?

Seeing the drunkard eager to explain, Tsing Yi's anger disappeared, but his mood was still bad.

"Don't make such jokes anymore."

"Don't open it, don't open it." The alcoholic smiled and shook his head.

"go to bed."

"Oh."

The drunkard obediently lay down beside Tsing Yi and leaned toward him.

After a minute of silence, I started talking again:

"Brother Tsing Yi, can you sing?"

"Am I older than you?"

Tsing Yi did not answer questions.

The drunkard stretched his hand in front of him and made a yeah gesture.

"Two months older than me."

"You don't even remember your real name, can you remember this?"

The drunkard knows that Tsing Yi is playing tricks.

"I said two months is two months."

"..."

He still wouldn't say anything.

Tsing Yi let out a sigh of relief, not wanting to ask these things sideways, but instead answered the drunkard’s previous question: “I can’t sing.”

"I knew that some of the people who mingled with Jun Mo Yan were emotional. Then what kind of person do you like?"

The drunkard asks what kind of person he likes, not what kind of girl he likes.

Tsing Yi didn't notice this detail, but even if he noticed it, he wouldn't think much about it.

Tsing Yi did not answer, but instead asked, "What do you like?"

"I like..." The drunkard stretched the ending, as if he was really thinking about it.

"Ability, rich, can cook, can hurt people, and look good."

Hearing the drunkard’s answer, Tsing Yi just wanted to say: You are a man, how can you ask a girl to be able and rich, to cook, and to hurt others.

Suddenly I felt that these words were very familiar...

Isn't this... what he just praised him?

Tsing Yi looked at the drunkard, and when he saw the drunkard looking at him with a smile, he knew he was making trouble again, so he said something angry.

"bored."

"I like to be good to me."

"What if a man treats you well? Do you like him too?"

"What's wrong with the man? I like it."

"..."

For a moment, Tsing Yi couldn't tell which sentence was a joke, but if he could, I really hope that what he said was not a joke.

But after four years of feelings and no response, he knows that this is a joke.

Tsing Yi did not speak, and closed his eyes again.

He didn't pay attention to all the things the drunkard said to himself.

Half asleep and half awake, Tsing Yi felt something warm touching his lips, a familiar breath...

Suddenly, it seemed to hear someone say seven words in his ear: I really like you.

But it seems to be a dream.