Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Small cold, I have taken medicine. I will take care of myself. You can travel with peace of mind."

Finally, a text message from the drunkard came, but the content of the text message was so concise.

After a few words, it will be over again.

Tsing Yi's heart is mad and tired due to the abnormality of the drunkard these days.

"What's wrong with you recently? What's wrong? Why is it a little weird?" After editing the text message, Tsing Yi hesitated and never sent it.

The drunkard avoided him, obviously not wanting to tell him, should he ask?

Tsing Yi was afraid that after asking the drunkard, he would still not tell him the truth. He didn't want to experience the sense of loss.

He was also afraid that his questioning would upset the alcoholic.

At this time, the voice of boarding had already been heard on the radio, and Tsing Yi suddenly became anxious.

In the end, he deleted the message and edited one again.

"I think your face is not so good recently. When I come back from a business trip, I will take you to the hospital for an examination. Last time we said yes."

Last time the alcoholic had a sudden stomach upset, he said at that time to take him for an examination, but the alcoholic didn't want to go.

Until Tsing Yi got on the plane, the flight attendant prompted to turn off the phone, and Tsing Yi did not wait for the alcoholic's reply.

Tsing Yi felt even more anxious and anxious.

He looked at Jun Moyan, who was looking at the file beside him, and seemed to have something to say, but in the end he said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Jun Mo Yan asked without looking up.

"...No." Tsing Yi shook his head slightly.

Jun Moyan withdrew his eyes from the document, then raised his eyes and looked at him.

Staring at Tsing Yi's unpleasant face for a while, the worry in his eyes made Jun Moyan a little confused.

For some reason, Jun Moyan suddenly said: "What happened to the alcoholic?"

After asking this sentence, Jun Moyan himself was a little surprised how he asked such a question.

The company's affairs are impossible. Tsing Yi's family affairs have never been mentioned by him, nor is it possible in red and white clothes. Then there are only drunks.

With such an exclusion, Jun Moyan felt that what he asked was no problem.

"No."

"..." Seeing Tsing Yi's reluctance to say, Jun Moyan didn't ask any more, and continued to look down at the documents.

"Say if you have any difficulties." He said while watching.

"Yeah." Tsing Yi replied lightly, seeming a little absent-minded.

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The nurse walked in with two bottles of medicine. As soon as she stepped into the ward with her front foot, she heard something fall off.

Looking up, she was startled.

She rushed forward and put the two bottles of medicine aside, squatted down to help the patient who wanted to get out of bed, but fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"You have just finished the operation, and the anesthetics have not all gone back. Why did you get out of bed? Why did you get the needle."

"...Charger, do you have a charger?" The drunkard was pierced with needles, and his bruised hand grasped the phone in his hand, feeling very excited.

Because he didn't know the severity of his strength, the back of his hand from which he had just pulled out the needle oozes blood, the back of his hand bleeds, and it has stained the phone.

The anaesthetic in his body has not completely receded. His body is completely out of the control of his brain. He wants to stand up, but he can't do it at all. He can't even grasp the phone.

No one knows how difficult it was for him to reply to Tsing Yi just now.

The anxious and frantic helplessness every time he made a mistake made him almost cry.

He did not dare to answer the phone call from Tsing Yi, not only because he had just had an operation, and because he was afraid that Tsing Yi would find something wrong with him, but also because his ears were already wrong...