Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Just... it's okay." The drunkard's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, and he dared not look at Tsing Yi's curious eyes.

Tsing Yi was not too suspicious: "I eat very spicy food. If I eat less, my stomach hurts easily."

"Yeah." The drunkard replied absently, lowered his head and ate the noodles Tsing Yi had cooked for him. He didn't look up for a long time, nor did he see him eating other dishes.

These things didn't taste at all, including the bowl of noodles he was thinking of.

Things without taste are really hard to swallow, and even the whole world seems to have lost its color at this moment.

He ate seriously with the taste in his memory, but the more he ate, the more uncomfortable he felt.

When he ate it before, he only thought it was delicious, but when he finally wanted to taste it seriously, he couldn't taste it anymore.

Destiny still loves to tease people so much. When it is time to cherish it, it does not know how to cherish it. When it is time to cherish it, there is no chance.

First is the sense of taste, and after some time, I wonder if it is the sense of hearing, sight, taste, or other...

The hand of the drunkard holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and the tears fell into the bowl without a sound.

The young man who squatted at his feet and kept watching him cried when he saw the alcoholic, he felt a little strange in his heart besides being uncomfortable.

What's up with him?

Today he looked particularly unhappy, and his face was also very ugly.

Seeing the drunkard, Tsing Yi kept his head down and ate his noodles without saying a word, smiled, and said, "Is it so delicious?"

"...Hmm." The drunkard answered softly, opened his eyes hurriedly, and continued to eat.

He tried to calm his emotions, not wanting, nor daring to let Tsing Yi discover that something was wrong with him.

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"Jun Moyan, like this, sleep on my stomach like this."

"Be careful and get down slowly."

"All right."

"I'll come here a little bit." Wen Xiaoai said, shifting his body, leaning close to Jun Moyan, and looking at him with a smile.

After looking at it for a while, the little hand was not honest, and touched Jun Moyan's face for a while, and touched his eyes for a while.

"Okay, go to sleep. I haven't rested well in these two days. Tomorrow we will go to Jun's house to see my second brother and grandpa."

"Look at it for a while." Wen Xiaoai was indeed sleepy, but she wanted to see it for a while.

Looking at it, Wen Xiaoai started to fight with eyelids and fell asleep after a while.

"Little boy?"

Jun Moyan called her and made sure that she was asleep, so she got up and wanted to turn her over to sleep, fearing that she would twist her neck when she sleeps on her stomach.

Although Wen Xiaoai liked to sleep on his stomach very much before, he could sleep one night in one sleep, and never twisted his neck, but she slept on his stomach like this, he couldn't hold her.

As soon as Jun Mo Yan met her, Wen Xiaoai rolled over on his own, fell asleep to his side, and subconsciously arched his body toward him.

Jun Moyan smiled, turned off the light, then lay down again, carefully put Wen Xiaoai in his arms, and kissed her forehead.

Smelling the familiar and delicious scent of milk on her body, Jun Moyan closed his eyes contentedly.

United Kingdom--

In a KTV that was combined with a bar, there were a dozen stylishly dressed students.

Among the dozen or so students, nearly half were Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes, and only four or five British people with high nose bridge.

"Squad leader Cheng, it turns out that this is your uncle's KTV. It looks very high-end, and your uncle looks so young and handsome. He is indeed a family, and his genes are strong."

A girl looked at the front, leading them to the private room, and a handsome uncle dressed in a famous brand smiled and praised.