Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The drunkard raised his eyebrows and patted his thigh with both hands:

"Check? It's okay, but I recently ran out of money, Jun Sanshao, do you want to pay for the medical examination fee by putting my card or paying in cash?"

As he said, he blinked at Jun Moyan and stretched out a hand to make a gesture of asking for money. He was a little money fan.

To say that this drunkard has amazing medical skills, it should be sought after by all the big families, flattered, and treated as a guest.

After all, there is no shortage of money in a large family, and they are afraid of illness, so someone with capital like him will definitely not be the one who lacks money.

But please don't doubt, this drunkard is really a poor man.

His good medical skills really ruined him.

Only occasionally can be used in Wuyuan, sometimes the guy he eats, the medicine cabinet, is directly thrown into Wuyuan, and will not be taken away for ten and a half months.

Except for Jun Moyan, no one can invite him.

Every time I saw him asking for money from Jun Moyan, Tsing Yi couldn’t help but say: Brother, if you can treat a rich man with a difficult and complicated disease, it’s enough for you to spend a few years drinking and drinking, why don’t you want to go? Struggle? At a young age, how can I like to be drunk in the wine all day long.

However, the drunkard laughed every time and said drunkly: You don't understand, alcohol is a good thing. Money, I'm not interested, just a few gourd wines every day I wake up.

money? Too lazy to earn.

Tsing Yi can only say: You have never experienced the four words of benevolence.

I don’t know if there is no cash machine like San Shao, the alcoholic will go to the doctor for the sake of alcohol...

Jun Moyan looked at the drunkard asking for money, and had a headache: "Sooner or later, there will be alcohol poisoning, and death in the wine tank."

The drunkard smiled and waved his hand to indicate that he could not die.

Then I didn't talk any more nonsense, and reached out to hold Wen Xiaoai who was on a few cases, ready to check it.

Wen Xiaoai moved her body back very disgustingly, unwilling to let the drunkard touch her.

"Yeah, don't you want to touch it?"

This time Wen Xiaoai was prepared. The moment the drunkard spoke, she covered her little nose with her front paws.

The other small paw waved in front of him, as if to dispel the disgusting air.

"Hey, this cat is good."

The drunkard grinned, feeling very interesting about Wen Xiaoai's anthropomorphic behavior.

He brought his hand closer to it again, and as soon as he got closer, Wen Xiaoai's little air-waving paw directly slapped his hand away.

He gave him a bad look and warned him not to touch.

Then he looked at Jun Moyan, his eyes a little aggrieved.

It seems to be saying: I am fine, can I not check it?

Even if you check, can you switch to a more reliable doctor?

"Don't move, obey, let him check."

Jun Moyan's expression was as indifferent as before, and even the tone of this speech was the same as usual, his usual command tone.

But what he said... totally changed his tone, how can I say?

Um... it sounds like coaxing a child...

Wen Xiaoai was a little discouraged, she didn't dare to lose her temper with this human being called Sanshao.

Although this human looks very good-looking, his hostility is too strong and his aura is too strong, making her a little scared.

If he feels that he upsets him, he will twist its neck.

Of course, it's only limited to the present, and she won't be afraid of whoever he is and how terrifying it is when her mana is restored.

It's just now... Little fate matters.

Seeing that the cat was honest, the alcoholic couldn't help but want to tease it, so he reached out and flicked its head:

"So listen to him?"