Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The drunkard dared not say anything, let alone look at Tsing Yi. He was like a kid who did something wrong, waiting for Tsing Yi's criticism.

If he still has the strength to run at this moment, he will definitely escape.

Because he really didn't want him to see this ghost like himself.

Finally, Tsing Yi retracted his gaze and pulled the chair aside to sit down by the bed. He looked at the heat preservation box on the bedside table and reached for it.

I opened it, and after taking out the spoon from the inner layer of the lid, I stirred the porridge for a while, then scooped up half a spoon and delivered it to the alcoholic mouth.

These movements were extremely stiff and difficult.

The drunkard looked at the porridge brought to his mouth and looked up at Tsing Yi anxiously. Seeing Tsing Yi also looked at him like this, but did not speak, he was very worried.

Open your mouth and eat the porridge beside your mouth.

Tsing Yi still didn't say anything, just feeding him spoon by spoon.

The drunkard didn't dare to ask questions, so he looked at him, and then ate it spoon by spoon.

Tears fell uncontrollably while eating.

The moment he saw him crying, Tsing Yi's hand with the spoon gave him a meal, and a heart was cut with a knife.

He put down the spoon and reached out to wipe his tears.

"...Are you angry with me?" the drunkard asked him choked up.

Tsing Yi shook his head slightly: "..."

"Then why are you not talking?"

Tsing Yi opened her mouth, but still made no sound.

"...You must be mad at me, you have never ignored me before."

Tsing Yi still shook his head: "...No, you know I can't bear it."

In an instant, the drunkard's tears flowed more fiercely.

Yes, he has such a good temper, how could he be angry with him, how could he be willing to ignore him.

"Don't cry." Tsing Yi hurriedly wiped his tears.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine, it will be fine."

"...I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Tsing Yi kept comforting him, but the more comforting he was, the drunkard's mood became more and more out of control.

During this period of time, facing all the helplessness, fear and despair alone, at this moment, it slowly broke out.

He was like a kid who had been bullied outside and went home with a grievance and found his support.

"It hurts, isn't it?" Tsing Yi stroked his somewhat awkward face, distressed that the entire chest was tight and painful.

The alcoholic shed tears and shook his head: "...It doesn't hurt, I'm just afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, brother is here."

"I'm afraid I won't see you in the future, I'm afraid you'll wait for me, I'm afraid you think I'm heartless, and just leave, afraid that you hope for me..."

"No, I won't let you go, no matter where you go, I will definitely find you."

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

"It's because I didn't take care of you. I didn't find out that you were ill sooner. I thought you were really homesick and went home."

Thinking of the drunkard being alone in the hospital during this period of pain and suffering without even a carer, Tsing Yi wanted to slap herself twice.

The Second People's Hospital is not far from Wuyuan or the company.

But he didn't even notice.

The thought of what the doctor said just now that he would give up treatment, and the thought that he might leave so quietly one day, and he still didn't know, waiting so stupidly, Tsing Yi was frightened for a while.

"I don't have a home, where to go back..."

The drunkard's words made Tsing Yi couldn't help it anymore, and tears fell from his eyes.

"It's okay, where is my brother from now on, where is home."