Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The alcoholic looked at the bowl of noodles on the computer table, and then at the wine gourd in his hand.

Finally, he obediently put the wine gourd back on the bedside table, stretched his waist, and went into the bathroom.

Listening to the drunkard's movement, Tsing Yi curled her lips with satisfaction.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, the drunkard picked up the bowl of noodles and walked towards Tsing Yi while eating.

Then he leaned on the door and asked as he ate, "Why, did you upset your surname?"

Tsing Yi glanced sideways at the drunkard who was eating upright, and said:

"The Third Young Master is not from my family..."

The drunkard froze for a moment, thinking that the point in his words was not "to make Jun Moyan unhappy"?

How did it come out that the Third Young Master is not his family?

"Oh yes, it should be your surname Jun's family." The alcoholic deliberately took such a sentence.

Tsing Yi was a little helpless, looked at the alcoholic, and said seriously: "I'm not from the Third Young Master."

"Yes, it's up to you, let's talk, what did you commit?" The drunkard did not look up, and ate the noodles in the bowl.

"It's nothing, the Third Young Master is unbalanced, I'm looking for balance here." Tsing Yi shrugged helplessly.

I thought that if the three young masters were punished to stand in the corner, would they let him stand for a few hours to find peace of mind afterwards?

It's really boring and a waste of time to face this wall for a few hours.

Should I find the right opportunity next time and let the guy in white go out and show his face when the Third Young Master faces the wall again?

Tsing Yi thinks this is feasible.

Anyway, the guy in white is more leisurely than him, so he is suitable for facing the wall at first glance~

"Sneez, what and what." The alcoholic said he didn't understand.

"Are you going to the bar again in a while?" Tsing Yi asked.

"Maybe, otherwise I have nowhere to go."

"Drinking so much alcohol, is your stomach and body really okay?"

"Do you see me like someone in trouble?" The drunkard raised his head and looked at Qing Yi.

"Like."

"..."

The drunkard curled his lips: "Well, don't say it's okay, I can cure it myself."

"Aren't you ruining your body?"

"Wine is the most delicious thing in the world. If you don't drink, it's useless to tell you."

Hearing what he said, Tsing Yi was a little helpless, and after two seconds of silence, he asked:

"That...do you have your real name?"

"Yes." The drunkard didn't even think about it, and nodded in response.

A touch of splendor was drawn across Tsing Yi's face, and he quickly asked, "What is it?"

"Can not remember."

"Don't remember? Why don't you remember?" Why don't you remember your name?

"If you don't remember, you just forgot."

"Then what's the name on your ID card?"

"ID? I didn't know where I lost it."

"..."

"You really don't need anything except wine..."

"Hey, you still know me." The drunkard smiled and continued to eat noodles.

Tsing Yi looked down and felt a little empty in his heart. He wanted to ask about other things, but he was not in the mood at all.

"When will you face this wall?" The drunkard asked casually.

"About half past eight in the evening."

"I'm going, so many hours? It's really boring to be with such a master, and I don't know how to empathize with subordinates."

"Compared with other punishments, this wall is really nothing."

"Why, he usually punishes heavier?"

"It depends on the size of the mistake you made."

The drunkard shook his head: "If this job is not good, don't do it. The danger is so high."

"Don't you support me?"

"Yes, as long as my drunkard has a drink, I will definitely not be thirsty for you."